Sure enough, when he arrivedhe found a station logged on and ready. He loaded the disc and ran thesingle file it contained.The graphics were extremely... impressive, made even more so by the hugedisplay. He wondered how a slower home machine would cope with theintricate, swirling fractal designs. Surely this stuff would be impossibleto port down and still maintain its impact? Still, it was fantastic work. Hefelt he could watch it for hours, even without the benefit of asoundtrack...When he looked. It was addicting.The way he looked at her with those penetrating eyes when she was sick. It felt like he could see straight into her soul; knew her every secret. Olivia assured him she was alright, but he somehow knew she wasn't. He brought her homemade chicken noodle soup and the notes for two classes carefully arranged in his familiar black script.When her throat was sore, and she could barely swallow anything he said he would make it better.'Trust me. I know what you need to feel good.'He. I began to shampoo my head, closing my eyes and working on getting a nice lather up, then slowly something happened another set of hands joined mine and Sara had reached entered the shower and stretching up was trying to massage my shampoo. She told me to kneel down and she worked away on my head and then soaped my body giving special attention to my cock and balls which reacted predictably to her touch and expanded to its excited length. My eyes were still closed and Sara rinsed me off nicely. Staring around at all the boxes though, I knew itd be a while before it started to feel like home. Xxx So&hellip, any ghosts yet? I rolled my eyes at Abbys superstition, adjusting my phone. Theres no such things as ghost. I glanced at the flat, hardwood floors, old brick walls, a large metal kitchen counter, and no ghosts in sight. Unpacking had gone exceptionally well and all that remained was the bedroom. Oh please, you havent even spent a single night there. Just wait until it gets dark,.