There had been an old credit card statement on Farmingham's desk, which had his account number on it, but the credit card company hadn't helped. They ...would tell him almost nothing without a warrant and he had nothing to get a warrant with. They had verified Farmingham was apparently still alive and using the card, but refused to say where it had been used. Jim thought it was passing odd that the man hadn't told his own girlfriend where he was going.He went back to his office, even though it was. Despite my current woes of ghosts, insomnia, and filthy air, there was really nothing I could imagine worse than drowning, suffocating in a pool of shit. That being how one leaves the Earth. What a horrific fate.Perhaps a “ghost of shit,” a violent, vengeful janitor’s ghost sucked them in. What a bilious, malicious spirit that must be...Then another story popped up. An anonymous news article from tomorrow, written in the future tense, saying there’s going to be a dreadful traffic accident. The. William stared at the ceiling as the two women cooed and nuzzled. Female lips on female lips worked no magic in his imagination. The feminine hand caressing the fairest of breast failed to demand attention. The whispered sensitivities shared between soft voices inches from his own ears did nothing to thrill him. Nor were they intended to do so. Their shared richness was meant for one to the other. Marie spoke her French with kisses. A suggestion was made. In concert with Yvette’s wishes she. I looked in the kitchen, and then walked down the hall, past the front door, and into the back of the house where my bedroom and the extra bedroom was. So you gave up your room for her? I had peaked around the door to my bedroom and he was standing at the edge of the bed with a bra in his hands. Dude, I know shes your sister, but she is the hottest woman I have ever seen. Damn. Her body is smoking. Yeah all the guys seem to go crazy over her. Crazy. Yeah I guess so. He turned his head toward.