There was something primal within me that wanted to see her as an object of desire, something close within another man’s reach, but ultimately for h...m to not be as close to her as me. “Would you be willing to test that theory,’ I asked, “Under the right circumstances, of course?” “I can feel you getting harder,” she smiled, “Just tell me when and where.” She knelt down between my legs and swallowed my shaft, looking at me with big smiling eyes. I sensed that she was already looking forward to. “I can’t just see that moment: it’s everything before. And everything that came after.”“Alright.” I set my empty bowl on the kitchen island and unhooked the photo, placing it carefully on the floor facing the wall. “Why don’t we make that part of your tasks today. Any family photos you don’t like, put them here. Any you want to keep, over there.” I pointed to the tall china cabinet in the adjoining room.“Okay.”“While you’re here you should go through the place settings, too. Box up any sets. I saw a ghost. A French-speaking ghost, mind you. Pretty classy for a ghost, huh? Wonder ifI'll see her again tonight. Can you believe it? I have an appointmenttonight. Well, at least she's pretty hot.My name is Mark. And this is the continuation of my Halloween story.( chapters one through seven of the story can be found in Part One,http://www.fictionmania.tv/stories/readtextstory.html?storyID=126650913794408199 )- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -8. A. I didn’t have a boyfriend at the time, but shaving my pubes made me feel sexier. Once I was finished with my shower, I put some clean clothes on and ascended to my room. My room was the only room that was upstairs in the house; so it was usually coldest in the winter and warmest in the summer, due to poor ventilation since the house was build in the 70’s. The rest of my day was filled with talking to friends, walking around in the snow since we normally did not get that much of it, and watching.