You are a good person, Judith. But tell no-one of our meeting. It must remain our secret.”“Thank you, Adam,” said Judith, tears welling into her...eyes.The spirit smiled. “It is a long time since I heard my name spoken. The years pass slowly in the spirit world.”“I wish there was something I could do for you,” said Judith. She could barely begin to imagine the depths of despair that had led him to end his life, all those years ago. Then she seemed to go deep into his mind and sensed what she. Those fantasies have included a lot of things, but one of the recurring themes was her being devoured by another man, either while I watched or participated. That had never gone anywhere near reality, and we knew it never would. Or so I thought.After she had been working there several months, she began telling me how Stan had begun flirting with her. He acted like it was just a kind of fatherly affection, but she felt like he was using that to disguise his interest in her. But, at the same. I missed the last bus, so I had to walk home, and with all this shopping and the snow, it took ages.”“That’s no excuse. You shouldn’t have left your present buying till the last minute again.”“I know, Mum, I’m sorry.” If I said “sorry” enough, she might let me off. It is Christmas, after all the time of forgiveness.My mother’s eyes continued to stare into mine for a moment or two. I loved her dearly, but she had that stare that bore into you. She could be so gentle one moment and so formidable. I'm not a bad looking guy, even without all this primping. Hell, I never have problems meeting women, or convincing them to come home with me. People that say you need to be funny or a great dancer are full of shit. You have to look at them right, nod your head at the right parts of the conversation, and smile winningly, and they'll melt for you. Panties in my pocket, with at least a 75% success rate.Why, then, am I unable to get Connie to look my way?Jesse's my best friend from way back. We.