Checking in, she put her clothes in the locker and took another shower. She felt the lavender soap added to her appeal. It occurred to her that she ha... never prepared for any man in her life as much as she had for his guy who she met the day before, but she knew why. It was all so forbidden; her parents had always looked at mixed-race couples with utter disdain; white women with black men were wanton sluts. That was just what she wanted to be: a totally wanton slut. Her anticipation of being. Suddenly we hearda car door slam; we had been too engrossed in thephotos to hear the car approach. It was too late to flee to the car, the occupant wouldbe walking in any second, quickly I grabbed Mary’s handand pulled her into the toilet cubicle, swiftly closingthe door as we heard the sound of footsteps enteringthe toilet. I suddenly realised that we had left Mary’scoat on the sinks, I whispered this to her and shegasped her phone was in the pocket, I went to open thedoor and she. A few minutes after I got off the phone with Mitch, I arrived at my house. Except I noticed something really strange. There was 4 cars in the driveway. Wait, wasn't the family supposed to show up two days from now? I thought to myself.I sat in my car for an extra few minutes so I could hype myself up for what was about to come. I knew from the second I walked into that house, all of my relatives would want to know every single detail about school.Finally, I worked up the strength to walk. My hands reached out, giving plump butts a squeeze, groping a pair of budding breasts, or feeling sleek thighs. Girls would shriek, looking around confused as they saw nothing."It's the Ghost," giggled a girl, finally realizing what was up as I gave her ass a squeeze."Ohh," another girl said with excitement. "The cheerleaders are all sluts for the Ghost. I've seen them disappearin' behind the bleachers." I know a girl that boasts 'bout the Ghost visitin' her bed at night. She says the Ghost.