It is translucent, it glows, a glow like phosphorescenceon a cave wall, a quiet greenish light. Against the blank background of thearch, she is a phot...ographic negative. She. Yes, it is a woman. I stare. She stares back. My mouth is dry, and I am finding difficulty inswallowing. What does one say to a ghost? "Hello?" The word sounds stupid, but "begone foul shade" seems a bit inappropriatein 21st century London. There is no reply, yet, in the time it takes my eyelids to blink, there isa change.. Most of them were jostling for position to get a good angle to take my picture with their cell phones.That soon devolved into boys standing behind me and playing with my tits while their friends took pictures which will no doubt end up being emailed to everyone in the school and posted on the internet before very long.I stood there like that until Marsha came rushing out and joined Reggie and her two friends. She apologized to Reggie for making her wait. But most of her attention was focused on. This strong girl was crying because of me. I glanced over her head and saw Mr. Langston looking very surprised, then he nodded at me, before mouthing: "Take care of her, I'm glad you're okay." He smiled, and started swimming back to the shore, where Mrs. Langston was wringing her hands and looking worried. He said something to her and she flashed me a smile of her own and they went back to their blanket."Idiot ... stupid ... jerk," Tabby was mumbling into my bare chest, still crying. I stroked. "Natalie's description of you were understatements of the beauty I am seeing now." he smiled and stood a bit, leaned to her and positioned his mouth in her ear. "Do not open your mouth like that, it makes me want to take you right here - right now" he wisphered and gave her ear a gentle lick. He sat back, smiling contentedly to himself. She collected herself and closed her gaping mouth. She smiled and said, "I heard wonderful things about you." She continually toyed with her coffee and took a.