“Really ociffer, I’m not drunk.”He refilled her glass and she lay and listened to the music he had turned on when they came in. The music was ve...y sensual, made her feel like making love. She lay and listened to Michael who was on the phone in the other room. She couldn’t make out what he was saying, but she could tell he was talking to someone. She lay and sipped her wine waiting for him to come back in the room.Michael had called Baron to get his opinion on the whole thing. Baron had said. I sighed as I unfastened the three buttons holding my 'Gestapo' coat shut. As always the description brought a smile to my face, the name had been adopted when I'd heard one of my students describing the black, full-length leather coat to his friends. "It's just like the Gestapo wear in all the movies."I half turned to hang the coat up and caught my reflection in the full-length mirror that I normally used for checking my appearance before I departed in the mornings. Now it reflected back my. And at that moment, a car drove by. Iwas standing there wearing nothing; well, nothing except for a ratherobvious collar and leash! If they had cared to look out their rightwindows, whoever was in the car would have seen my completely nakedback, head to toe! I felt quite mortified!And then my mother said, "You know what, Jasmine, I'd rather keep thoseshorts nice and clean. Do me a favour and bring them to me before youcontinue getting dressed. I want to put them away safely." But Mommy, I'm. I'm a ghost.No, not the house-haunting kind. I actually have a job.Given to me by The Big Guy Himself.Hey, it beats going to the Hot Place, you know what I mean?My name is ... was ... Andrew Conner. There isn't a whole lot I couldtell you about me as a living guy. I was a nobody, a tiny cog in themachine, and I don't think I ever did anything that helped another person.Boy, is that changed now.My job is like this. I get sent to a person who is in trouble. I can see,hear, and feel what they.