After putting it in my pocket he was still standing by the door I reached forward and ran the back of my hand down the front of his trousers, he smile...d and dropped his bag. As I ran my hand over his genital area I leaned in and kissed his lips, he carried on smiling. Rubbing him it was apparent he was getting hard although he felt to be small.After a few minutes I crouched down in front of him and rubbing his erection I unclipped his pants and they fell down, he had a small bulge in his undies,. Finally, it was done he gently unfastened her arms and held her tight as her sobs quieted again. Her eyes flew open as the crying girl on the stage rested in the arms of the man and the music hushed. ?Be mine.? was all he said and the lights went out. In her own history, he had said that and she’d readily agreed but after they’d made love and bathed and were in bed he began to say things like she shouldn’t spend so much time at her mother’s house and how the tutoring sessions. ’ ‘You’re a ghost?’ ‘Yes, every since I died here last year my spirit has remained. I watched over you in the hospital. I saw your recovery. I witnessed you crying in your room at night, whispering my name…. everything.’ ‘Why didn’t you come to me then?’ ‘I couldn’t. I could see you, but the only way I could touch you was if you came here to this place, the place my spirit left my body.’ ‘I wasn’t there for your funeral so it has been hard for me to accept that you were, or are, dead. Does this. It was a good feeling to have someone to share my evening with, but I was still unsure quite where we were heading. When we had finished, he stood up, took me by the hand, and led me to the middle of the room. He drew me to him, and began to move with the music. It was wonderful – ‘I could have danced, danced, danced all night!’ All to soon we sat down. It seemed natural to snuggle up to him. He put his arm around me. “Wendy,” he began. This was it! He called me Wendy! “When you came to the.