.." She litup a cigarette, trying to concentrate. Unable to think beyond the factthat there was this man, here, in her apartment, and the reaction in...herbody, and the connection to his presence and desire, and sex, sex the wayshe has sex now, sex the way she wants it now. Her self-perception, andlust, and awareness were never so strong, never so female. Never beforehad all that converged in such a powerful way. Never before had she felther former self to be such a vague, helpless observer to. ..a guy was fucking his girlfriend right in the middle of the room. As online reviews had claimed, a bunch of men surrounded the mattress, dicks out, stroking.I watched with them briefly, but got almost immediate attention when I was noticed. I scurried to the booths that took up the entire back row, which were clearly the gloryhole booths. There were even holes on the outside walls. I entered the second booth and locked the door.The booth, an empty square space only lit by the light from the. The man quickly recognized the dark black hairs and the pair of green eyes.“Emily…” he muttered, as he caressed her cheeks with his hand. She looked like she did before she died, making her seem half his age. His heart had stopped, he couldn’t believe his eyes.“Yes, William… I’m back…”But the voice wasn’t it; he pulled himself backwards.“It’s you, you witch! What do you think you’re doing?”William was angry, shocking the siren. She didn’t expect him to react this way, so she slowly wrapped her. “The satellite dish broke a few years back and the owner never really thought it worth fixing. Few of our guests really spend much time watching TV.”“I get it,” Theresa said with a knowing smile as she took back her card. “I guess I wouldn’t be wrong in assuming that they aren’t big on eating either, would I? I was trying to make up for lost time and never stopped for dinner.”“There are snack and soda machines a few doors down,” Carolyn answered, “but they usually only fill those up just before.