She is wearing a tight red petticoat ornament with frill and gold chains. Her hair rests in elaborate red curls. Everything about her brings an air of...authority... especially her armed entourage of guards.However, Cecilia isn't concerned with what Malina is wearing or who she is with. Instead her focus rests on the signed and notarized contract. It is a loan agreement from a business of Malina to Timothy Brant, Cecilia's husband. It is dated five years ago to the date, a little less than one. If what he was thinking had happened, the implications were bad enough for him, but the might blow the top off some of the less sophisticated members of the household. Luckily, he hadn't given himself away, since everyone else was still in shock. Best to divert attention from the question, he thought."We could always ask our 'hosts', but I don't think we'd gain any real information. We're already discounting at least part of what they tell us, based on the risk that they're just trying to herd. I would always finish up with a somewhat short swim in the water out from the Ala Moana Hotel. It wasn't so much to cool off—the water was always comfortably warm. But when I came out of the water wet, into the summer wind, it did feel refreshing, even a bit cool.On this particular day mostly looking down at the sand with a good deal of fatigue, I saw something incongruous; or, as it turned out to be, very congruent. It was just a flash, no, two flashes, of bikinis of different sizes. Of. I let out a small whimper and squirted all over the sheets. Then I could hear the sound, like a dog lapping up a bowl of milk. What the hell was the matter with me? I am being m*****ed by a freaking ghost. The sick part was I liked it! I tried to move around on the bed by slowly stretching out one of my legs. That quickly ended with me screaming in terror! The ghost gave a satanic growl, which stopped me dead in my tracks. I suddenly looked up and I could see its breath in the air. I held my.