“You like?” Sara asked with a giggle.Wayne was frozen for a moment, wondering if he had misjudged the family, and they were all nudists, and Sara ...was just easing him in to it. He had almost started to say “they’re fantastic” when he glanced back at her face, where she was indicating a fork-full of Lasagna. She was giving him an evil grin. It was like she knew exactly what he was thinking.“Oh! The food. It’s great, Mrs. Myers. Really delicious.” He looked back at Sara and couldn’t miss her. We used to be married though.”“Like my mum and dad,” piped up the apprentice villain.“And mine. And Carrie’s too,” said Bethany sadly. Then she brightened up. “But Mum reckons I’ll get a new Dad soon. She’s out looking for one at the moment, down at the club with my Auntie Jean.”That explained the absence of parents overseeing this little group. It also explained the contrasting pigmentation of the two sisters.“So what’s this story then, mister?”“Ah yes,” I said. “The ghost of this house. Well,. ”He eyed me up and down. “Tell you what, I go back in, put on something a bit nicer, then we go to YOUR apartment, you upgrade YOUR outfit, then I take you to that place for a NICE steak...”“It’s gonna have to be a good steak to get me into a dress.”“It’s a good one.” He named the place.“I can’t afford that, Josh,” I said.“I can. For both of us. It’s a date, Gee. You’re not expected to pay your way. My treat.”That’ what happened. Delightful dinner. Late movie, in which I practically forced. He paused slightly, allowing Lynn to notice him, and then disappeared down the hatch, holding his right arm above his head as he descended so that Lynn could not mistake the object he held in his hand for anything but a camera. Once below, he sauntered to his cabin, and grinned with satisfaction as he flopped down on his bunk. His lips formed around a slight, off-key whistle, and his hands worked to remove the exposed film from its container.Above, Lynn remained as if rooted to the spot where.