It was just before Memorial Day, which was—and still is—a big deal out at the beach. It meant the summer tourist season was about to start and wou...ld go on until Labor Day. That in turn signaled the beginning of traffic jams, out-of-town license plates, idiots asking for directions and all that.It was also the reason why we had negligible property taxes; the tourists and their hotel occupancy surcharges, rental car fees and sales taxes paid all of that for us. All things being equal, the locals. "I swear to God, he's dead. I was the one who killed him." Did this have anything to do with the light that flashed through ourwindows?" Mr. Sandvik asked nervously, stepping forward. Cal noddedagain."That was the expulsion of the demon's spirit energy, or spiritualpower." You mean 'spiritual', right?" his English teacher asked, frowning atthe possible misuse of the word."No. Spiritual is related to religion. Spiritual is different. Itcorresponds with the energy of the being's soul, and the. M. on a Monday morning and I now had to walk four blocks into the neighborhood to get to my Master's house where I had no idea what else would be waiting for me. People would be leaving for work soon, so I hurriedly walked, as much as I could given how tired I was and the heels I was wearing, to my Master's house. I made it up to the doorstep where I saw a note and small package waiting on the doorstep. The note read:"Candi - welcome back! I have no doubt that you enjoyed your night with Kevin. Quickly looking down the hall she headed for the exit.After she passed Mrs. B.'s room Bubba leaned out and watched the hot teacher's ass sway down the hall poured into the tight red skirt.When Mary reached the exit she knew this would be her most vulnerable place to be recognized by someone she knew. With her head lowered she hurried to the bus stop on the corner unaware she was being watched from the school by the big black janitor as he smelled her sweater. It was 4:55.The bus came at 5:05.