"I saw an interesting TV show last night," Consuela said casually."Oh?" Ryan responded."Yeah, on channel 16," she said, "at ten o'clock... it's on eve...y weeknight at that same time." What's the name of it?" Ryan asked curiously. He and Consuela talked about anything that came to mind, but she wasn't usually so circumspect. He could sense something in her tone."It's called 'Busted' and I think it's a show taped up in Dallas... maybe Houston or somewhere like that," she said a little. She has had but never before had she gone for a groupsex.So the other day I was reading a very dirty story on how a woman was turned into a slut by men who forced her into a groupsex. The story was such that I came twice; once while reading it and the second time while imagining Roshni in one such gangbang. At night we had a steamy phone sex, more so because she was a bit tipsy and in the club she had a few guys rubbing their cocks on her ass and a few hands groping her tits.I felt the time. ”Melissa looked down and then said, “Yes. Erm, six strokes, I believe.”Miss Simons blushed. “That’s right. Six.”Melissa pursed her lips and asked officiously, “Well, she didn’t steal the scarf, did she, Miss Simons?”Miss Simons blushed again. “No. It was a prank and I fell for it.”“Indeed you did, Miss Simons. Indeed you did,” Melissa said sternly. “The question is what we do about it.”Miss Simons stayed silent, not sure if it was a question she was supposed to answer.Melissa looked at her. Focused. And weightless."Come with me", said the reaper standing next to me. His voice was calm and crisp, as if there was no whistling wind, no thunderous humm around us."I have unfinished business here", I replied faintly."You're just a shade. A ghost. There's nothing left for you here. No one will notice you anymore", he continued."Oh I know I'm dead. But it's about how. So unfulfilled. I left. I died obsessed and madly in love with the boy who lives in that house over there. Right there. He.