" Margaret knew the story, but not the exact location. Sitting there in the car park the memories became unbearable. I sensed that other motorists wer...e noticing, watching us, and I didn't want their pity, their intrusion. I dried my eyes as best I could, started the car and drove carefully away. But there was the turning, the lane where Mark had taken us. In the midst of gloom, remembering young Mark rang like a clear little bell of goodness in my soul. Suddenly I had a burning curiosity to see. I laughed and I could see some of the ghosts laughing with me. As I stood there, Old Jerry Bones sidled up to me with that gap-toothed grin of his, glass in hand. ‘Jerry, my friend,’ I said, putting my arm around his ghostly shoulder. ‘There’s something I have got to tell you,’ I said, pointing a finger on my glass carrying hand, using the other to steady myself. ‘There’s this girl in the village. Her name’s Meave. Sweetest thing you’ve ever seen. Almost as pretty as Mary over there.’ Jerry. " That's just the thing I want to hear from you," he says. "You are sucha dirty little slut, aren't you. I can't wait to get you when you'reall dressed up and fuck you like crazy." Just name the place and time, sir," I say. "I will dress up howeveryou want me to. Just tell me what you like and if I don't have it, I'llget it for you." I'd like you to dress really sexy," he says "I really liked thosepictures I saw of you." How does this sound?" I ask. "I'll wear four inch spiked heels,fishnet. I felt Jamie, moaning against me as she sucked and licked at my clit, causing shivers throughout my body. She had her free hand between her legs, fingering herself in time with her other hands movements in me. I came quickly after, pulling her face close to me, as she eagerly licked up all my juices. Until she came soon after, her screams muffled against my thighs. I reached down under her her arms and pulled her back up onto the couch, her legs shaky from her orgasm. I kissed her, tasting.