I looked to the window and could see nothing… but the tapping continued. My heart began to beat harder and I strained to see what it was that was ma...ing that sound. Was that a form outside the window? It was hard to tell with the shifting shadows as the wind blew clouds across the moon. And as I stared, a tiny flicker of new thought entered my mind. Soon that flicker became a bonfire and then a raging inferno. I knew that it was Lisa. Somehow, someway she had escaped the grave and followed me. ‘Thanks for coming out.’‘Are you kidding? I’d never miss a chance to get one of these,’ she chirped, holding up her Cosmopolitan.‘A Manhattan, please, extra cherries,’ I told the bartender, who gave us a small frown. Cosmos and Manhattans were time-consuming drinks to make, and the place was already quite packed for Happy Hour. ‘Thanks,’ I smiled, as I slipped him a handsome tip, turning his frown upside down as his hands doubled in speed.‘How was the interview? That was this morning right?’. Never lingering long anywhere, with gentle, barely palpable touches, and soft spanks when I moaned. Had I ever been so turned on before? "Shall I make you come?" she whispered softly. "Please," I whimpered. Another soft slap rewarded me for speaking. I nodded silently. She gripped my hair and gently tugged back, reminding me to maintain my silence. She kept teasing me, making me vibrate with desire. Suddenly her touches were no longer gentle. Two long graceful fingers were thrusting in me,. I awoke to the feeling of Lindz's eyes boring into me."Will you do it?" Do what?" I grumbled, still half asleep."Pierce my pussy?"I was instantly awake. On many levels I could empathize about the frustration of wanting a piercing that seemed forever out of your reach and then the excitement at finding out it could be a reality. Her enthusiasm was contagious and I found myself growing aroused by the idea, but still worried about hurting her.Not wanting to stress out for no reason, I decided to.