..yes. I suppose so. Do you want us to leave?" Oh no, I want to watch." Watch... well I suppose that's alright." She looked to Ginny who gave a reluct...ant nod. Actually the idea of being watched rather turned her on."I didn't think ghosts liked... that sort of thing." Just because we're dead doesn't mean we don't have feelings. All kinds of feelings. There's just not much we can do about them."To demonstrate, she swooped down and planted what should have been a passionate kiss on Hermione. It. “To speak with Mister Sterling and work through this… situation?” Quinn explained.“We are really going to have to work on your segues,” Jack sighed.“Mister Sterling seems like a reasonable person. Perhaps if he understood your intentions he would be able to forgive you, and perhaps you could forgive yourself as well,” Quinn kept a lot of his thoughts in reserve, but when he spoke he often said things that most people would leave implied.The anger in Jack’s breast churned and threatened to burst. Everything cover?”As they entered the living room, Em’s eyes grew wide as she saw the disarray. Luggage was stacked on top of Em’s hand-carved wooden table. Francine’s wine glass was delicately balanced on her sofa and Amanda used her expensive red leather couch cushions as a bed for Becky. There were clothes scattered about as both bags were partially unpacked. Em clutched her head while taking everything in.Francine smiled, pleased at her own progressiveness. “I told her that nothing is off. . I obviously was.. I had a glass of water and went to the bedroom where she was waiting for me.. The room was deem lit, nice aroma, soft music playing and really ambient..I held her by her waist and planted a kiss on her lips.. She wrapped her hands behind my back and we started kissing softly like passionate lovers.. Slowly we moved for the bed and leaned on it.. We were sucking each other’s lips.. She brought in the tongue.. There were soft slurpy sounds in the room.. It was really a great.