"This is your car?" I asked Sandra."It gets me from point A to point B," she laughed. "And if we meet this way, that chip of yours doesn't give us awa.... For all the triad knows, you're standing next to the street, waiting for your regular transportation. But never mind about that. Wendy has some not-so-good news to share. She was summoned to meet with Mr. Choi at nine o'clock tomorrow."I was thunderstruck at this revelation, and stammered out a reply. "S-so was I!"Now, it was Sandra's turn to. I had made a friend, and more importantly one that really helped with the stress of college. On the other, she's a ghost. I wasn't scared of being possessed or some sort of poltergeist thing going on. But still, why was she still here? I really don't know too much about spirits and whatnot but aren't they supposed to pass on or something? Was she haunting the place? Miss Burrow said the dormitory had caught fire but did someone do it on purpose to kill her?That thought passed my mind as quickly. ..she wasn't expecting it at all, but quickly matched my pace. I tapped her on the ass as she moved her hips to the downbeat as the bass hit and we grooved in a sensual embrace. Her back to my chest, her ass pushing back on my hardening dick, her arms held in the air by mine. Slowly grinding as our bodies moved back and forth to the rhythm. Soft kisses to the back of her neck. I spun her around to face me and we continued our dance. I cheered her on saying "Go Amy, go Amy" and she continued. As she re-entered the walk-in Jenny was astounded at the variety of men’s and women’s outfits. Row upon row of jeweled ball gowns, cocktail dresses of all colors and lengths, leisure wear, tennis outfits, nighties… mmmm… very sexy stuff, Jenny thought…. Merry Widow outfits, garter belts, crotchless undies, long silky things… and shoes… my god – Manolo Blahnicks even. It was like Imelda Marcos times ten! And the men’s side… formal wear, blue suits, gray suits, riding jackets, shoes, boots,.