‘I can’t talk to you in the street Matt, no-one can see you…d’you know what they do to people who have conversations with thin air…they ship...them off to the loony bin, is what.’ Kit pointed out. ‘I’m just sick of this. When I met you…when I first died…I asked you why I’d come back and not my parents…and you said it was because of the connection me and Lena shared…you said that soon she’d be able to see me and feel me in the air, that I could talk to her and stuff…but…but she can’t! It’s been. Your “product”, your body as a little girl, is perfect. Fruit Juices for you also”. Gilda told them that they would enhance, them yet keep them at a natural state. Acting and appearing amateurs, but being professionals for their clients. Gilda left the area. A few minutes later, Shades took them still nude, to Gilda's Master Bedroom. They sat and watched as Shades leaned over her and very lovingly kissed Gilda. They were tearing up as he told her how much he had missed her. They listened as he. “The fuck are you doing here? Don't you have anything better to fucking do?” she snapped at me as I entered the room. You're the one that needs to be looking for a job plus you're the one watching TV, I thought as I looked at her. Then a strange thing happened. It was like a flood gate of memories opened in my brain and I remembered all the shit she did, all the bitchery. My blood began to boil but then the memory of last night came. The glorious memory of my dear Samantha, my bitch of a big. I then zipped up and headed to the bathroom to take a leak. I went into a stall and took out my cock and went, still half hard, I played with myself enough to get hard again when someone came into the bathroom, I let my stall door fall open and I watched as a older, maybe mid 60's guy dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, a little overweight but looking like a classic truck driver walked towards the urinals behind me. I turned just enough to flash him my cock for just a second. I zipped up and.