I tried to comfort him but I couldn’t since I was a spirit, an entity with no form.I sat opposite him in the living room. On the table between us st...ood a gallon bottle of cheap vodka and an overfilled ashtray. Some of the butts had fallen onto the table but Josh hadn’t noticed or simply didn’t care.He just sat there staring at the bottle while slowly sipping from a glass. I wanted to hug him and kiss him. Hold him in my arms and tell him everything was okay, that he would be alright as he moved. Miss Jackson has left a note on the kitchen top welcoming me and directing me to a lasagne she has left in the fridge for me to heat up to eat and also asking me to feed Rory which I do. I polish the meal off with relish, wash up what I’ve used and put the items away returning to my room. I push the door to and realise that the door catch is also broken like the bathroom door, I am a little perturbed but shrug it off and give it no more thought.I slip between the cool silky sheets and soon drop. Looking down past her erect nipples I could see that her pants were now quite wet as she slid her pussy back and forth along my cock. Looking back to her face, she was looking unwaveringly straight into my eyes. I was tempted to kiss her but thought that might be crossing a professional boundary, if there were any left. Then leaning back and sitting on my legs she wiggled her scrubs pants off, giving me a fine view of her glistening pussy with a sparse covering of fair hair. My cock immediately. I opened the door and he stopped mid-step. His mouth gaping open said more than words. I wore an emerald green dress that clung to my body down past the hips where it flared to the ground. The neck line plunged to reveal a deep line of cleavage that was held up by the spaghetti straps that crossed in the back. I did a slight turn to let him see that the dress was almost entirely backless. I had a hairdresser pin my hair strategically in a fashion that must have been popular in the 20s or.