Carmen froze. He knew her secret codes. Her mind began to conjure up frightening scenarios, of secret conspiracies, of agents and spies, of thugs an... high-tech bandits. She felt her heart race as she sank against the wall. Her hope had been dashed, and she was completely helpless, in the power of the two men.The second man sighed heavily. "I hate it when they freak like this," he said, shaking his head. He quickly punched in the real disarm code, and the beeping stopped. "Now, would you. Age 38 when you were killed ... still sticking around for unfinished business, aren’t you?” Marcy told her with a kiss to her ghostly lips.“Yeah, I remember Mark now. We fucked at that party in college, you know, the senior year, post-final, ‘we’ve done the hard work, now let’s party hearty, deal. Mark and I were both a bit sauced, so maybe he doesn’t recall me. I ... uh, kinda cheated on my boyfriend with him, though I didn’t tell him that ... or my boyfriend, for that matter. I was ashamed. Both ladies are 61, but easily pass for late 40's, they've looked after themselves.Before they visit the campsite my wife wants to try something different. So both ladies receive temporary tattoos, store said they're good for 17 days or so. They put a queen of spades tattoo centred between the top of their pubic hair and belly button and another one about 2" above their butt cracks. Two smaller ones just above their ankles, outside of each leg. Wife and Elaine want to "advertise" their. .. Well, like she should be on the cover of some magazine.I was sneaking glances at my Mom so much that I started to feel pretty self-conscious. I told them that I had a book report coming up and headed up to my room “To read”.“That’s my boy.” My old man boasted.“He somethin’ isn’t he Kat?” {Kathy}Dad asked, never taking his eyes off the TV.“Oh yeah, he’s something alright.” Mom agreed as she looked away from her paperwork only to find me staring at her again. I was close enough to first see.