”My eyes dropped down to those large tanned orbs of flesh, her nipples a light brown and a little erect. She turned back to making the sandwiches. I... could now stare freely at her lovely pear shaped ass. I could feel myself getting hard and I tried to adjust my shorts.“Thank you for the compliment Marc. Can’t remember the last time someone said I was hot.”She laughed and wiggled her ass seductively while continuing to prepare the food. It took all my restraint not to come up behind her, rip off. How come you ended up there?”Over the next half hour or so I told them of my wanderings and finding that I felt at ease for the first time when I got to Haida Gwaii. Everyone had questions and of course the discussion finally got to how Jennifer and I met. Jennifer looked at me and I nodded for her to tell the story. She went a bit further than I had expected when she told about some of the things that happened while her arm was in the sling. Lots of laughs and some good natured “naughty,. “You sit down and I’ll make it.”“No, I…..”“SIT!”Bet smiled weakly and sat as her friend and neighbour bustled with kettle and tea-bags, producing a steaming pair of mugs and sitting opposite her friend.“Want to tell me about it?”Bet was about to say that it was nothing but late menopausal blues but when she opened her mouth the whole story came out in what seemed to be one tumbling sentence. Chris listened without moving and their teas were almost cold before the story ended. Bet took a sip. When he did so, he got a shock. There was anotherpresence in the room! His eyes snapped open and there, floating in theair in front of him, was a man dressed in mid-19th century clothes. Theman was translucent; Duvall could make out the shapes of objects behindhim."Are you a ghost?" he said, more intrigued than frightened. He hadalways wanted to meet a ghost."You can see me!" said the man, in surprise.Though the words matched the movement of the man's lips, Duvall sensedthat they were reaching.