Before he could say another indecisive syllable, she yanked at his sleeve and let the door shut behind them with a click. A ghost who all of a sudden decided one day she wasn’t a ghost at all, but a fucking deity. XXX Why are you hard right now? As she stroked an areola and tempted the untamed curls of silver that decorated her mound, she could feel it. From the observation room, Gina watched the silent movie play across the pixelated screen. Gina jumped off the bed, ready to unleash hell. Poor little guilt-tripping fuck. Alive and well, I see. He could save his gratitude for someone who deserved it. And your supposed to let go when someone taps out.”
That really didn’t make sense to her—the wording of it—but she decided to save it for a later date.
