I descended the mahogany staircase. Clad in a brown suede jacket, a white shell top peaking from beneath, a white flared skirt left over from last yea...’s petticoat craze, and brown suede cowboy boots of a decade ago, I looked, as Mr. McKay said, like a local. I pulled up in front of the Sanvalle Recreation Center. The immense old building was alight with golden Christmas tree lights. Candlelight from inside sparkled in the misshapen old glass windows. And from behind the building, the orange. "These were two strange babes.We finished up the shower and this time we all put on robes and went back to the kitchen for some coffee and smokes."So whaddaya'll gonna do today, huh?" I said in my immulated Texas drawl."Why honey," drawled Mary, "Us two babes are gonna fuck you into a large pool of jism then lick you up. We're gonna show ya'll some real Texas hospitality." Well there is something I have to do today." Sherry interjected."What's that babe." Both Mary and I said at the same. But you never know what kind of body armor they might be wearing under those heavy robes. Head shots are sure kills, Sir.’ I replied. Proving my point I went over to one of the dead terrorists and moved his clothing aside revealing a high-tech kevlar vest. ‘If I had shot him in his chest from where I was I doubt it would have stopped him, Sir.’ ‘You’re right Gunny. I should know better than to question you. We’ll take some blood samples, finger prints and see if the forensics boys can ID. ..a woman.The nineteen-year-old trembled, her breast swelled to the size of Yoshiko's. The ghost whispered something, her fingers relaxing. The anger was gone. Her mouth nuzzled at Chris's plumper, feminine lips, kissing the new girl. The fingers released Chris's throat.Her vision fuzzed back into focus. Chris trembled, her thighs pressed tight, her cock and balls gone. She could feel something else down there. Something growing wet and hot as the ghost's kissed harder. Sensations rushed.