"Look, Mike," Willow searched for a way to put it. "Mikey," he told her. "Everyone called me Mikey." "Mikey," she offered. "I hate to have to tell yo..., but your dreams have been real. You have a lot of energy for a ghost, and you've hurt people. You've hurt girls by forcing yourself on them, including my sister. That has to stop." "I didn't mean to hurt anyone," Mikey averted his gaze shamefully. "I didn't know it was real." Willow shook her head and sighed. "Well, you did, and it stops now,. Tim was lost in a memory when he heard the first gunshot. That was quickly followed by two more. The shots seemed to be on the other side of the complex. The walls were thin but not that thin. It was the first time he could remember hearing anything from any of the nearby rooms since he had been there.“Did I hear that gunshot because of increased hearing capability?” he asked while he was ducking and making his way toward the bed.“Yes. Your hearing has been upgraded but not to the highest. Stop," she whimpered again, making a final effort to push the big boy away from her quivering body. And then she sat still while Tom trailed his tongue down the narrow valley between the youthfully swelling mounds of her breasts, then fastened his mouth on the other nipple, sucking that, too, into throbbing hardness.His hands began to trace the smooth length of her bare midriff, down to the top of her nylon panties and back again. Suddenly, with a quick impatient gesture, he hooked his fingers. You don’t find me attractive,”I sighed. Her self esteem was abysmal, that much was obvious, but I could hardly blame her given the centuries of fear and loathing she’d endured, not to mention loneliness. “I do find you attractive. In fact, my body was reacting to yours last night, and I did my best to hide it from you.” “Really?” she smiled. “How come?”“I don’t know, I was nervous. I don’t have a lot of experience with women, especially not banshees. I just kinda panicked,” I said.She stared up.