I was disappointed, nary atrace.I found a hairbrush and turned on the faucet to dampen it. It alertedmy host that I was in the bathroom, because I cou...ld hear him insidehis bedroom."Mel, please open the door." It surprised me. He called to me byname. All day long he had called me 'you' whenever he spoke to me,presumably to avoid using my name. Why change tack at this late hour?I wondered. His voice sounded odd too. It sounded contrite and lesssure than it was earlier when he talked endlessly. " I threw a vase at him. Bad move, as it was one of mymother's good vases. It shattered harmlessly against the wall. "Temper, temper, Susan. Remember, that's how you got intothis fix in the first place. La, la, la..." I was even further irritated to learn that nothing in myspellbooks told me how to get rid of a ghost. So I called anold friend, Madam Zonga. "A ghost, you say? You used a reality-altering spell,didn't you, dearie?" "Yes," I said. "Now, how do I get rid of it?" She sighed. "You. “That was incredible,” she manages to say between breaths. “I may not be able to walk tonight, but it was definitely worth it.”Smiling at her, Lacey says, “I’m glad you liked it.”“Liked it?” she exclaims. “I can’t begin to describe what you did to me. I can’t believe I squirted over my own face!”“That was just an added bonus,” Lacey says offhandedly. “I really didn’t plan that, but I guess you can squirt too.”“I had no idea I could cum that hard, that anyone could cum that hard, or that much,”. “I do have a first name, Sean and I’m pretty sure you’re old enough to use it instead of Mrs. Willoughby,” she said. “In case you’ve forgotten, it’s Elaine.”“I remember,” Sean smiled. He had considered using it before, but then remembered how out of joint one of his mother’s friends had gotten when he’d called her by her first name.“I kept the last name after the divorce, though,” Elaine concluded. “After all, I was Elaine Willoughby a lot longer than I was Elaine Murphy.”Sean nodded his head,.