Seeing our surprise at his rapid and complete capitulation, he explained," I promised myself if I ever got out of this mess with my marriage intact, I...would retire and move south with my wife. Your offer is as more generous than I had dared hope."It only took Baxter a few minutes to tell us everything he knew about his client. It wasn't much. We seemed to know less after he was done than before he began.The fellow that had contacted Baxter went by the name Hoyt Cashen. Baxter had only met him. Did she look at me and see some sort of freak? What was the phrase I’d found online? Pain slut? How could she begin to understand what she’d awoken with me when even I didn’t? Unable to take her imagined rejection I begin to sob silently, feeling suddenly abandoned and alone…I needn’t have. I felt the touch of her lips against the back of my hand, kissing each knuckle as if it were precious to her, helping me to rise, encircling me with her strong arms, pulling me close, her full breasts. We both took off our shoes, socks, jeans and blouses. We were both soaked through to our underwear.As she undressed, my eyes slowly drifted over Shannon's body. She was stunning! Her breast filled her bra to overflowing. I could see her pink, erect nipples poking through the cups of her white lace bra.I let my eyes wonder down to her panties. Her panties were transparent from the rain. I could see that she had a full bush of dark red pubic hair.I knew that she was looking at me too. My breast. "When they get here we'll show them the professor and the…other one. And then we'll—"But he stopped. He was staring again. Richard looked and then nearly fainted once more; the body with the monster costume was gone. Though the man, whoever he was, had been shot six times at close range, and though there was still a gallon of blood spread on the cement giving witness to his mortal wounds, the dead man had vanished entirely. A ghost in the night.***Five years later:It was a quiet night. The bar.