Tears were streaming down her cheeks. I cancelled her connection, and all other connections in the room just as darkness descended on me, engulfing me...like a heavy fog. And then I felt nothing, not even myself.The sun was shining when I opened my eyes, which wasn't all that unusual, but I felt disoriented. And thirsty! I was very thirsty. My eyes focused, and I discovered I was in a strange room, a hospital room, I decided after taking in what I saw around me.That's when I remembered Paul Gomez. I am in the form of a sparrow, flying over his head. He walks into a sandwich shop. I change to my ghost form and follow inside. He is sitting alone, eating a sandwich. I read his thoughts.Work is so boring todayI’m so hornyWhy won’t my wife have sex with me anymore?The perfect target. As he walks home, none of his family is there. He jumps on his bed. The perfect chance. “Joseph.” I whisperHe is startled awake.“Who said that!?!”I whisper again, “You are a very horny man, aren’t you, Joseph.. One single smarting smack on my ass and then nothing. Just the instruction to pull up my panties, and get back to work, not even requesting a blowjob, like the one I’d so enjoyed giving him when the smaller butt-plug had been put into place. When I hesitated, he just looked at me with raised eyebrows and calmly said, “That’ll be all, Miss Steel.” Disappointed, I walked to the door to leave his office but he called out, almost as an after thought, “And Miss Steel, you are having dinner with me. " "Don't you even care that you damaged my property?" he asked. "You didn't stop to consider my feelings in all this?" "Look, it's nothing personal," she replied, sounding irritated. "In fact, you should feel honoured that I'm in your bedroom. You obviously know who I am, so you know I'm famous." "You may be the famous Laura Vandervoort, but in the eyes of Dutch Law, you're nothing but a common criminal," he said s**thingly. "I'm calling the Police." Jan turned and reached for his phone, but.