; ; --(paraphrased from C.D, 1843)
; ; Marla was dead, to begin with. There was little doubt whatsoever in Eleanor's mind about that. After all, Eleanor was the one that found Marla face down in chocolate vat number four. It was Eleanor who notified the constable and identified the remains. And it was Eleanor who had the unsavory task of breaking the news of the accident to Marla's closest living relative, her Aunt Petunia.
; ; So by all measures Marla's demise was assured by Eleanor's way of thinking. As the executor of the will, she also knew that some good would come of this terrible tragedy. Since the will would give all worldly possessions, including Marla's half share of the lucrative chocolate factory that they had partnered for twelve years, to "my dearest Eleanor," Marla's death was not without profit for her best friend.
; ; Nevertheless, she did miss her friend and bemoaned the timing of her inheritance. It was Halloween, the start of the chocolate season. The bothersome spook day was quickly followed by the gluttonous Thanksgiving, commercial Christmas, and the most sappy of them all, the lucrative Valentine's Day. Curse the fucking cloud on all her silver linings.
; ; Closing early so as not to have the town gossip about her irreverence, Eleanor came home in a particularly foul mood. There she found that her husband, Bob, had decorated in his usual elaborate and irritating manner for the frightful holiday. He was such a slave to the distractions of idiocy, she thought as she pulled up the long driveway.
; ; Strobe lights sat facing a cardboard coffin on their front porch. Plastic bats and streamers hung from every limb in the yard, and a fake cemetery lined the walk. How morosely appropriate, Eleanor smiled, as she contemplated the day's events.
; ; Kicking one of the styrofoam ghosts sitting on her front step, she flung the door open, screaming "Bob!!!" in her most shrill voice. There was no sign of her silly husband except a note sitting beside two large bowls containing homemade popcorn balls reading, "Dearest Elle, please begin giving these out if I arrive too late to see the first trick-or-treaters. Love, Bob."
; ; Eleanor made short work of the balls, crushing each with a stomp and throwing them in the trash can. Then she turned out all the lights and sat in the dark, waiting to give it to old Bob for wasting so much money on those ridiculous decorations. She tried to masturbate to calm down, but the anger in her soul kept her from cumming. Soon the frenzied day took its toll as she fell into a fitful slumber in Bob's lounging chair.
; ; ---
; ; The doorbell rang, awakening Eleanor with a start. Children's voices from her porch argued whether there was anyone home. She rapped her fingers on the cushion in anger as she debated whether to bother dispersing the little candy mongers at her door. With the second ring, she was up like a shot, sending the children scurrying with her terrifying appearance at the door.
; ; "Get outa my yard, you nasty little vermin," she shouted as she threw the door open in disgust. "I'll have you for trespassing if you step foot here again."
; ; Eleanor glared at the disappearing figures, falling over themselves and the fake tombstones in their way. As the pack crossed the hedges, they passed what looked to be a gray statue of a woman. Eleanor peered into the darkness at what she thought was a familiar profile, but it could not be. The only woman who looked like the statue was tits up on a morgue table at the moment. And the next moment, the mirage was gone.
; ; Eleanor closed the door and triple locked it. She was shaken, but all of her glances from the foyer curtains failed to show a return of the shadowy figure. Turning to run a bath, she heard a soft sound come from the den. The sound of scraping, then a glow of a light emanating from the den doorway just ahead of her. The flickering light couldn't be seen from her vantage point, but it's dancing beams stopped her in her tracks.
; ; "Bob?" Eleanor's voice shook, because she couldn't have missed her husband's arrival home. Someone had lit the fireplace candle all right, but she was not at all confident it was her poor demented husband.
; ; Eleanor took a step toward the doorway, and a pause, then another small step. She picked up the coat rack in the hall and held it before her body like a lance, not entirely sure what she would do with the unwieldy thing. Another step forward. Nothing, no sound at all. With a giant leap, she jumped into the middle of the den waving the coat hooks before her in offense or defense, whichever came first.
; ; Before the fireplace, directly across from her, stood a gray figure placing the candle back on the mantle. It was a woman, completely naked and covered with flaking spots. As Eleanor, still clutching her fearsome coat rack, stared wide-eyed at the woman, the spirit waved a hand over the candle as if to summon it to burn brighter then turned around to confront the intruder. The gray woman was Marla.
; ; Eleanor dropped her coat rack, gasping in horror at the pariah before her. She pointed with a weak finger at the ghost, while one hand found a speechless throat. The ghost looked placid, content, and waited for Eleanor to find her voice.
; ; "Oh... oh my. My god, who are you? Why... it can't be you. You're... you're deader than a door nail!"
; ; "Strange saying that," said the spirit, "since a door nail had no life to lose, and I can't seem to get rid of mine." A faint smile appeared on the face of the nude ghost.
; ; The voice was definitely Marla's, there was no doubt. The ghost reached down to peel gray chocolate off her thigh and dropped it with ceremony in front of her. The bit of chocolate floated to the floor and disappeared.
; ; Eleanor took in Marla's naked body in silence. God, she was gorgeous. It had been twenty years since she had seen Marla naked, but not much had changed about her body since high school. Except maybe her breasts were fuller.
; ; "Damn, that's not fair, not an ounce of cellulite," thought Eleanor. "I wonder why she never got a man, I would even fuck her if I had a dick. If she cleaned up that is. And if she weren't dead."
; ; They stared at each other for several moments, Marla merely waiting while Eleanor unabashedly stared at her breasts. Her colorless tits still looked youthful with smooth nipples and gentle slopes, while her pubic hair was barely noticeable between her legs. Her long shapely legs stood parted slightly in a most enticing manner and there was a tag hanging from one toe. Eleanor started at the sight, then noticed that the tits didn't rise and fall with respirations. She acquiesced to the obvious.
; ; "Sweet Lord, you are Marla. But... how? Why?"
; ; Marla's Ghost smiled more broadly. "I don't know, Eleanor. I'm unable to come back, unable to move on. I have a purpose and I'm not entirely sure what it is. But it involves you."
; ; Eleanor stepped back with horror, hand on her chest. "Me? Why me, what did I ever do to you?" Her voice took on her usual biting tone, "You won't haunt me Marla Peach, I won't stand for it!"
; ; Marla's Ghost giggled slightly. "I'm not haunting you, partner. I'm taking you." With that she held out her hands as if to draw Eleanor close.
; ; "Take me?!?! Take me where?" Eleanor shrieked in fear as her feet began to move forward against their will. Her hands lifted stiffly to meet her outstretched fingers.
; ; "I don't know yet, my dear. But we shall see now, won't we?"
; ; And with that, their hands touched. And they were gone.
; ; ---
; ; Where the hell am I, thought Eleanor, squinting into the darkness around her. She had the feeling that she was home, but even in the dark she knew that she was not inside her house.
; ; Suddenly a young girl appeared out of the darkness, creeping slowly right toward them. She stopped every few feet to listen carefully, but continued to look as if she were aiming to run over Eleanor.
; ; "Hey, watch it kid," yelled Eleanor suddenly, as the child stopped inches from her face. The shout didn't seem to startle the girl, who promptly walked right through the stunned Eleanor.
; ; Turning, she watched the girl creep onward into the darkness. Marla stood beside her, still smiling most absurdly.
; ; "She doesn't see or hear us." Marla stepped ahead as if to follow the sneaking child.
; ; "Well, no shit. Who is she?"
; ; "One of my closest friends from my childhood," said Marla's Ghost.
; ; They followed the girl on her slow journey down the hallway and into a kitchen. Moonlight through the window revealed an antique green refrigerator and sixties-era kitchenette set. Upon the table lay two plastic orange pumpkins filled with candy. The girl paused above the pumpkins listening, then began to gently take pieces from one to fill the other.
; ; "That's... that's me, isn't it?" Eleanor blurted out. This was her kitchen, and that was her pumpkin, the other belonging to her younger brother. She watched herself taking his candy in the dark, awash in memory of her childhood.
; ; "Yes, that's you. The loving sister."
; ; A bump came from the opposite door and the younger Eleanor froze staring into the darkness. Bump, snap... then a series of moans wafted through the quiet house.
; ; The girl started back to her room, stopped, then turned and crept toward the door with the sounds. Eleanor followed, reliving her past suddenly as if being splashed with cold water. Marla trailed behind as if pushing her.
; ; Coming up behind the younger version of herself, Eleanor tried to turn away. Looking at Marla's face, her eyes pleaded. But Marla's Ghost nodded toward the young girl and Eleanor took her place to watch with choked breath.
; ; The young Eleanor squatted in front of her parents bedroom, listening with an ear against the door. Low voices and soft music were nearly inaudible but occasionally a crack and moan could be heard.
; ; As the older Eleanor mouthed the words "No, don't" behind her, the girl raised her hand and turned the knob, gently pushing the door in so that only a finger-size crack was revealed. Taking their places to witness the haunting scene, the Eleanors spied on their unsuspecting parents.
; ; Eleanor saw her father walk past the door, a massive man with a low soothing voice. Only on this night his voice growled as he paced beside the raised bed. From the back, she could see his buttocks in the glow of candlelight. Black leather chaps fell over his hips and circled around his thighs leaving only his ass bare. A solid black vest and a black cowboy hat hid the rest of him from her. Except for his massive arms. And the whip.
; ; A curling, sinister black whip flipped back and forth in his right hand. She jumped at the sight of it as she shared the fear in the girl beneath her. Then she spotted her mother.
; ; Stripped bare and spread eagle on the bed, her mother was handcuffed to the bedposts. Her straining arms fought the bonds as her legs were splayed apart at the foot of the bed. Eleanor could not see the bonds on her ankles, but she knew they had to be there, keeping her mother from running away or kicking out.
; ; Horror filled her as she saw her father's bulging arm reach up and threaten the whip to her prostrate mother. A burst of low conversation followed, until the arm came down, the whip striking her mother across the stomach with a snap. The Eleanors jumped, not able to run away, but not believing their eyes.
; ; Her mother moaned softly several times, as the whip traveled over her naked skin. Eleanor's father moved toward the foot of the bed, allowing them to see her mother's face, twisted in agony. Her mouth was open, and she was pleading with him, a blindfold covering her eyes completely.
; ; Feeling helpless, the pair watched as their father laid the whip down into the crotch of his wife. "Spread them for me" echoed through the crack in the door as the bound woman lifted her knees and spread her legs even wider. Eleanor watched stupefied as her father then tenderly ran his fingers along her mother's legs, stopping at times to play between them.
; ; Taking off his cowboy hat, her father leaned over and opened a jar of petroleum jelly. Dipping two fingers inside, he ran the lubricant over the end of the leather whip, working it into the handle with his tight fist. Then, with a smile, he turned back to his wife, whispered something inaudible, and plunged the whip into her opened pussy.
; ; The little girl darted from the door, racing back into the kitchen. Eleanor stood stunned, remembering that from her low vantage point as a child, she had not actually seen much of anything. But the overwhelming sense of violation that she had felt was suddenly twisted. She looked back through the door to see her mother rocking her pelvis against the black leather whip. Her tensed face took on a mask of ecstasy.
; ; Eleanor turned to Marla's Ghost, an astounded look on her face. "They're just fucking, aren't they? He isn't hurting her at all. She's.... cumming."
; ; Marla's Ghost nodded again with a somber frown. "You remember this Halloween very well don't you, Eleanor? And it's not at all how you remember it, is it?"
; ; Eleanor turned back to the door. Her father's semi-erect cock lay dripping across his leg as he bent to kiss his wife's tit. The whip had fallen to the floor as it was replaced by his large hand playing over her clit. Her moans of pleasure became a crescendo of approaching orgasm as he fingered her.
; ; "I've seen enough. Take me back." Eleanor turned away, and suddenly the room faded to black.
; ; ---
; ; Disco music was the first thing that Eleanor noticed as she stepped forward and placed her hands on the hood of the car. She and Marla's Ghost stood in a sea of muscle cars and Gremlin's parked haphazardly around a ranch-style house. The Brothers Gibb barely drowned out the chaotic noise of teenagers partying in the back yard. Looking down at the gold embossed emblem covering the front of the black Trans Am beneath her hands, she squealed in surprise.
; ; "That's Bobby's!! I mean, this was Bob's car in high school. And that's Kenny's car over there. And that house, that's your..."
; ; She stopped suddenly and stared at Marla's Ghost who was cradling her full nipples with her crossed arms. Marla was looking back toward the house and shivering as if there were a nip in the air, but Eleanor couldn't feel a thing.
; ; "Yes, it's my house. Remember my Halloween party?"
; ; Eleanor's face brightened wistfully, "Hell yeah, it was awesome. Everybody was there. That's where I first..." Her voice trailed off as she noticed a thin girl staring at her from the shadows of the garage. The girl stood motionless, arms crossed against a tight sweater as if warming up from the cold.
; ; Eleanor turned to Marla's Ghost. "That's you. I thought they couldn't see us? Why is she staring at me like that?"
; ; "She's not, she's looking at this." Marla's Ghost nodded at the car beneath Eleanor's outstretched arms. The windows were fogged over completely and there was a different rhythm rocking the car gently, unrelated to the disco beat echoing through the neighborhood. Eleanor suddenly recalled the situation and gulped. This time, she didn't look up at Marla's Ghost.
; ; "That's me in the front seat, isn't it."
; ; "Yes it is." Marla's Ghost was cold and matter of fact. Teenage Marla stood as still as a statue by the house.
; ; Eleanor knew where this was going now. She turned to Marla, first the unseeing teenager and then to her spirit. "I'm so sorry, Marla. I didn't mean for this to happen. I thought it was just a crush, I mean, he didn't... well, you know. God, what a bitch I was."
; ; Marla's Ghost made no move, as if she were waiting for something. Then, as if on cue, the black passenger door opened, pot smoke pouring out of it. A young lady stumbled out, her blouse unbuttoned and bra askew. She straightened them as she leaned over to argue with the pleading boy still sitting in the front seat.
; ; "Bobby, I'm not sucking you till you cum all over me. That's gross." The teenager flipped her feathered hair back in mock anger, obviously enjoying calling the shots.
; ; "Ellie, you can't leave me like this, that sucks. Aw shit, I didn't mean you HAD to swallow it, I just figured since you were already doing it... C'mon, Elle, let's talk about it!!! I'll return the favor, I promise. If you want we could even run and get some rubbers. C'mon, please!?!?!"
; ; The young Eleanor had her blouse nearly buttoned before he finished whining. "Are you through yet?" she asked shortly. "I came out here with you to see if you like Marla, not to get my cherry popped in a Trans Am."
; ; The boy zipped up his pants, opened his door, and looked across the top at the young girl. Eleanor and Marla's Ghost stood right beside him, but listened in silence as he replied. "And I told you, I don't dig Marla, I dig you. Marla and I were so Junior High, she doesn't rev me up like you do, Ellie. C'mon, don't be mad. I'm just being honest. Would you rather I lie to you? Lie to Marla?"
; ; The teenage girl hit the top of the car in a melodramatic gesture. "No, but that doesn't mean I have to fuck you 'cause you're suddenly in the mood. I've got to break it to Marla, you know." Her voice began to boom loudly as she picked up steam, "AND YOU'RE NOT HELPING THINGS!!!"
; ; "Shhhhh," he cautioned as he looked around. "Let's take it slow then. Tell Marla whatever you want. I'll even write her a note if she's confused. Something sweet. But," he lowered his voice even more, "I have to see you."
; ; The young Eleanor lowered her eyes in thought for a moment before looking back at the house. "Ok, give me till Friday. Pick me up before the game for a real fuckin' date, understand?" With that she stormed back to the backyard, eventually followed by the teenage Bob.
; ; Eleanor looked back to see that Marla, the live version, was no longer in sight. Then she turned to see Marla's Ghost looking at her.
; ; "Does that explain some things, Eleanor?"
; ; "God no, Marla. If you knew that Bob and I were hooking up, why did you let me tell you the story about him having a girl from Central High? Why didn't you slap the shit outa me? Why..." Eleanor stared into her eyes, "Why are we still friends?"
; ; Marla's Ghost smiled. It was a deep and affectionate smile, catching her friend off guard. "Because I knew he loved you and not me. And that's the only thing that made it bearable. I loved him more than anything. And you make him happy more than anything."
; ; Eleanor watched the beautiful face of her best friend and marveled at the peace in her as she spoke. She paused to consider this. Then, with a tear in her eye, she turned away. "Your amazing. And yes, I guess I really did make him happy. A long time ago."
; ; Marla's Ghost touched her shoulder from behind. "Let's go see about that."
; ; With that, the spirit's arms encircled Eleanor in a loving hug. Eleanor felt like breaking away and arguing that she didn't deserve such a friend. But the warmth of her friend's arms wrapping around her seemed to melt her resolve. Turning to face Marla, they embraced until the scenery around them faded away once again.
; ; ---
; ; Bob pushed the back door open and threw his keys on the counter. Peeling his coat off, he searched the house, turning on lights as he went. "Eleanor? Why are all the lights out, babe?"
; ; Eleanor sat at the kitchen table with Marla's Ghost. "I can't talk with him can I?" The spirit shook her head and finished peeling the gray chocolate from her legs.
; ; "Not even to apologize?" Once again, Marla shook her head. Eleanor nursed her hot tea, wondering where this would lead.
; ; Bob returned after restarting the moaning machine and strobe lights on the porch. He picked up the candy bowls and found the crushed popcorn balls in the trash. With a sad look, he stared at the empty bowls in his hand. "Why, Elle? Why do you do this?"
; ; His thoughts were interrupted by a ring at the door. Bob disappeared to answer it, dropping the bowls in front of Eleanor on the table. A child's voice yelled "Trick or Treat!" as the door opened, and she could hear Bob chatting at the door with a familiar woman.
; ; "Oh lord, it's our neighbor, the widow slut Ursula. Probably came to invite Bob over for apple bobbing in her huge gaping pussy." Eleanor rolled her eyes, but smiled at her own wit. "He's probably the only man in the neighborhood she hasn't fucked."
; ; Marla looked at her and Eleanor stopped smiling. "What? You're not telling me that he's..." Marla shook her head once again. Eleanor sat back in relief.
; ; "Thank goodness, he's all I've got. And he knows I'll take him to the cleaners..." Her voice trailed off as she listened to Bob invite them in.
; ; The slut widow entered the kitchen first, remarking on what a wonderful homemaker Eleanor must be. Statuesque, she didn't look ten years older than Bob and acted half of it. Enormous fake breasts and freckled chest kept falling out as she moved around the room with one button too few fastened on her shirt. Fawning over the wallpaper, she pulled Bob by the arm and held on to him while pleading with him to help her spruce up her kitchen like theirs.
; ; The young boy who followed was dressed as a pumpkin. Almost as wide as he was tall, the boy nicknamed Tiny looked around the kitchen for something to eat. Bob managed to pull away from his temptress just long enough to point out Eleanor's secret stash of York Peppermint Patties, which the boy fell upon as if starved.
; ; Eleanor hit the table with her fist. "Damn, I should have hidden those better. What do you think that boy weighs anyway?"
; ; Marla's Ghost looked him over and replied, "A bunch. I've heard he has a pituitary problem. Needs brainsurgery or something."
; ; "What he needs is a treadmill. Will you look at her making herself at home with my man???"
; ; The slut Ursula was bending over in front of Bob to admire the baseboards, all the while arching her back to give her ass more lift. Bob seemed amused with her position, but nevertheless admired her ass-waving technique. Finally, he invited her to sit down at the table while he put on a pot of coffee.
; ; "I heard about poor Marla Peach, what an awful shame." The widow managed to sound nearly sincere while adjusting her bra.
; ; "Oh, it's a terrible tragedy," Bob replied, back turned while starting the coffee. "Eleanor's probably busy with the funeral arrangements as we speak. She'll be crushed I'm sure, as we all are. Marla was her best friend."
; ; Eleanor looked at Marla. She couldn't think of anything to say. Marla excused her with a calming grin and turned toward Ursula, "Where the hell is her accent supposed to be from anyway?"
; ; Eleanor laughed, her first for several days. "I don't know, I guess it's European but damned if I can place it. Look at her now, she's actually squeezing her titties together with her arms to make them look bigger."
; ; Indeed, Ursula tried every erotic pose in the book over the next thirty minutes to catch Bob's eye. They chatted about Marla, Tiny's surgery, and Ursula's dwindling life insurance money. Occasionally, Ursula would laugh at Bob's jokes and squeeze his thigh, but a well-timed trick-or-treater at the door always managed to get them separated. Finally, after numerous hints and suggestions that Bob should come over this weekend to look at a leaky faucet, the slut widow and her enormous son moved off into the night.
; ; Bob collected little snacks and food where he could find them. Sitting by himself in the hallway, he gave out all he had before turning off his porch decorations as the stream of children slowed. Eleanor had moved to the hallway to be close to him and sat against the wall. Marla's Ghost joined her and they chatted like old friends as they watched him give out the rest of the food and then begin to clean up.
; ; "Can't we haunt him or something? Let him know we're here?" Eleanor queried. Marla apologized but explained that she was new to this. She dropped several items and slammed one door, but Bob simply closed a window thinking it was all due to a draft.
; ; As Bob finished, he wrote out a note for Eleanor to wake him when she gets in, a note she would have instantly ignored any other time. But her inability to communicate with him was having a profound effect on her. She stared at him lovingly as he prepared for bed, pulling Marla along as she followed him through the house.
; ; While he showered, Marla's Ghost sat on their bed next to her friend trying to look away from the master bath. "I don't know why I have to be here."
; ; Eleanor squeezed her hand, "I think I'm beginning to understand, a little anyway." Just then, Bob stepped out of the bath, toweling off his back and wet hair. His athletic body hid his age as the hours in the gym kept off the paunch that most of his friends were cultivating. As he shook his hair dry in the towel, his cock danced back and forth, bewitching both women. Eleanor squeezed Marla's hand even harder.
; ; "He is gorgeous isn't he? It isn't fair that they get more sexy and we just get old."
; ; Marla's Ghost didn't reply. Her free hand wandered, not quite sure where to go. Her body reacted to the sight of him though, as her thighs subconsciously squeezed together and her nipples hardened. And for the first time in months, Eleanor was having the same reaction.
; ; Bob held the towel still for just a second, listening for sounds in the house. Then sighing, he pulled open a drawer in the hutch containing their bedroom television and looked over the tapes inside. Picking one out, he put it in the VCR and hit rewind.
; ; As Bob strolled into the bath, hanging his towel up and putting his pajama bottoms on, Eleanor grabbed her friend by the shoulders and whispered excitedly to her. Her voice was lusty, something Marla hadn't heard for years.
; ; "That's our porn tapes, oh my god, he's going to watch one. We haven't watched one together for who knows. How do I get to him, sweetie, tell me, please!?!?"
; ; "I don't know, Elle. Believe me, this is torture for me too. I want to run into the other room but I can't." Marla's Ghost looked sad for the first time. Eleanor sat stunned that she would be surprised by this, but managed only to put her arm around her friend in an awkward attempt to comfort her.
; ; Bob came in with a hand towel and turned down the sheets. He flipped on the television and clicked the lights off before laying upon the bed. With the push of a button, the opening credits of a cheaply made porno movie flickered in front of their faces. The girls sat on the front of the bed, listening to the generic music while watching Bob slip handcream out of his bedside table. The bottle was almost empty.
; ; "That little sneak, he masturbates to our tapes when I'm gone," whispered Eleanor to herself.
; ; "Don't you?" Marla's Ghost bit her lip as she said it, then spun to stare at the screen.
; ; Eleanor turned to look at her, then smiled at the couple on the screen. "Yes, I suppose I do."
; ; The man on screen was dressed as a cop, pretending to pull over a busty blonde on a deserted road. The women held each other as the actress bartered her way into paying for the ticket by alternative means. Before long, her shirt and short skirt were peeled off as she unzipped his cock by the roadside.
; ; Behind them, Bob was massaging his growing erection through his loose cotton pants. Squeezing and pulling at it slowly, he stared just beyond them at the action on the television. Eleanor turned to watch him and saw him slip his hand inside to massage his bulging meat. Her breath quickened as she watched his hidden hand move under the cloth.
; ; As the speedtrap driver sucked the well-hung stud against the patrol car, Bob pulled his rod out and leaned over to apply the handcream. Eleanor watched as his hard cock twitched against his dark pants, eventually recaptured by his hand working the lotion up and down his length. After twisting his hand to finish spreading it, Bob held his cock tightly at the base for a moment, letting it stand pulsating in his grip. As the hapless motorist began moaning behind her, Bob slowly began to pump his engorged cock with his loose fist.
; ; Eleanor glanced back to see that the cop had stripped the girl and placed her on the hood of his car. As he was eating her shaved pussy, she could hear Bob begin to breath more deeply and heard the sounds of lotion slapping from his handjob.
; ; But what caught her attention was that Marla's head was turned to watch Bob, her mouth open and her eyes dreamily glazed over. Eleanor still had her hand around Marla's shoulder, but Marla's hand had disappeared between her own legs. While Eleanor stared at her, Marla's Ghost glanced into her face and quickly looked down, her hand freezing.
; ; "No, it's ok." Eleanor placed her other hand on Marla's leg and pulled it over her own. The gray skin was warm and was soon propped up between Eleanor's thighs. This spread Marla's legs wide enough for Eleanor to see Marla's hand cupping her pussy. "I want you to cum too."
; ; Marla's eyes closed as she began slowly spiraling her fingers over her pussy lips. Half-turned, she could open them to see Bob milking the glans quickly or pumping his cock slowly. His other hand reached underneath to hold his balls while he masturbated.
; ; Soon, they were both moaning along with the sounds of loveless fucking from the video, but Eleanor no longer cared what happened on the screen. She found herself flushed from the tender sounds of passion and release.
; ; Seeing her friend and husband pleasuring themselves was too much finally. Reaching under her tangled legs, Eleanor dipped a finger into her own wet pussy and slid the flowing juices up over her clit. Feeling the slippery knob under her fingertip, she turned to see Bob pumping his cock in earnest, eyes closed and soft whispers of climax escaping his clenched teeth. Beside her, Marla's Ghost fell back onto the bed, arching her back and breasts as her fingers flew over her drenched cunt. A rising moan of ghostly orgasm filled the room, as Eleanor suddenly forgot her own clit and reached down to touch her best friend. Just as she touched her pussy, the room went black.
; ; ---
; ; Light returned revealing the back mixing room at the chocolate factory. Eleanor looked down at her hand expecting to find it still connected to Marla's Ghost. But the spirit was nowhere to be seen. Several of Eleanor's longtime employees hustled about finishing last minute tasks before closing time. That they walked right through her without notice told Eleanor that this madness was still continuing.
; ; She found Eleanor in the side room, standing over the vat where her life had ended. Stepping up beside her, they stared into it silently for several moments. Without looking up, Marla's Ghost broke the stillness.
; ; "I'm so sorry, Eleanor. I had a moment of weakness." Her voice was melancholy and weak.
; ; Eleanor hugged her friend, "Don't apologize, there's nothing to be sorry for. I think even Bob wouldn't be sorry about it if he knew."
; ; Marla's Ghost looked at her with an odd expression. "Well, I'm sorry about that too."
; ; That's when it dawned on Eleanor. Marla had done it on purpose, drowned herself in chocolate. She had loved Bob. Somehow she loved Eleanor. And both were unrequited and heartwrenching; torturing her for most of her life.
; ; Tears streaming down her face, Eleanor embraced her friend and they cried together. Both begged forgiveness, each blaming themselves. For an hour they sat beside the barrels of chocolate and sought comfort in each other. But with all their soul-searching and coming clean, neither knew what lie ahead.
; ; "I can't see any way out," Marla's Ghost finally sighed. "That's always been my fatalistic side, my downfall. You'll eventually leave me, go back to life. And I will continue to watch from the sidelines."
; ; "I won't shut you out again, Marla. We have to follow this through, the answer is here somewhere."
; ; As the employees shut down the backroom lights, the ghostly pair wandered up front to find two of them putting away the petty cash. The conversation stopped them in their tracks.
; ; "I wish she would just sell the business, honestly. She's ghastly. A terrible boss, terrible business mind, everything. Remember when she first took over, how she fired the bookkeeper for pointing out her own mistakes?"
; ; Eleanor and Marla looked at each other. "I never did that," each of them said, then broke into giggles. As they started to follow them out the door, Eleanor noticed the wall calendar. It said "October 31."
; ; "We're in the future now, aren't we? I mean, we've seen the past. And the present. So this must be the future." Marla's Ghost nodded her agreement and suggested that they find Bob.
; ; They walked several blocks to Bob's office. There they found him, looking much older as he finished the day's paperwork. He muttered several times under his breath as he poured over the large stacks of bills, before finally putting on his coat and heading to his car.
; ; The women were silent as they road in the back-seat. Bob's mood had changed, he was somber and quiet. The man who usually sang along with the car radio didn't even bother to turn it on.
; ; As they pulled up to the house, Eleanor gasped. Her house had been painted a bright pink and most of her trees had been cut down. As she stared in disbelief, she also noticed that there were no Halloween decorations this year.
; ; "Oh god, I must have gone crazy in my old age," she muttered to herself.
; ; As they all stepped through the back door, Bob dropped his keys and began to straighten up the cluttered kitchen, pulling his tie loose as he sorted dishes. Eleanor walked around him aghast at the god-awful new purple wallpaper and tile on the floor. The room looked like a poorly designed whorehouse.
; ; "What the fuck is going on here? Do you know what is happening?" Eleanor asked Marla's Ghost though she knew the answer.
; ; A distant voice called out from the back room, "Is that you, sweetie? Did you pick up some food?"
; ; Bob slumped his shoulder and yelled out, "No, I forgot."
; ; "Well, I guess we'll have to eat the leftover chinese in the fridge."
; ; The voice was getting louder, and Eleanor suddenly realized that it was not her voice. She froze in astonishment as the widow slut Ursula came around the corner and posed against the door frame. She was wearing a pink bathrobe untied, with a see-through full length nightie underneath. Puffing on a cigarette she purred, "How was your day, anyway?"
; ; Bob didn't turn around. As he rinsed a beer mug and placed it in the washer, he replied, "Fine."
; ; Eleanor wanted to scream. Her face reddened as she fought the urge to lunge at the interloper.
; ; The widow slut eased her way across the kitchen in fuzzy slippers and worked her fingers around Bob's chest from behind. "What's wrong, lover boy? I know that pout," she cooed as the cigarette bounced up and down in her lips.
; ; Bob stopped what he was doing and looked out the window, "Ursula, what is going on with you? The fudge shipment never got sent and you let Patty go today. Are you trying to scare away all your employees AND clients?"
; ; "Why do you keep checking behind me, dahling, you don't trust me? Is it because you don't love me as much as that Eleanor."
; ; Eleanor watched Bob squirm and try to turn around, but Ursula held him close from behind. "No, I don't mean that." He raised his arms to show that he was trapped but she gripped him even tighter.
; ; "You told me to take over the business to give me something to do, so I do it. I send my own boy away because he makes you unhappy. What else do I have to do for you?"
; ; Bob sighed, "You sent Tiny to military school after his surgery because he got kicked out of every school in town. And I'm not trying to force you into anything, I'm just trying to help..."
; ; "Then help me with this," Ursula deadpanned as her hands dropped to his groin.
; ; "No, not tonight. I've got some work to do. And I have a terrible headache." Bob tried to pull her hands away but they were already attached to his crotch.
; ; "I know how to help one of your heads." The slut widow began to knead his groin and rub herself against his ass. Bob raised his head to the ceiling, but stopped pulling on her arms.
; ; "Can we talk about the factory in the morning, then?" Bob's voice sounded defeated and drained.
; ; The slut widow began to unbuckle his belt from behind. "Oh I'll sell it if you want. The place just reminds me of suicide anyway." She slipped his belt around him. "She left it to you, anyway."
; ; Eleanor stood stunned as her neighbor's hand reaching down into her husbands pants to rub his cock. His eyes closed, he stood still as he gave in to his new wife. Finally, unable to take any more, Eleanor ran into the den to avoid watching. Marla's Ghost approached from behind and touched her shoulder.
; ; "He is miserable, Elle. He's miserable because you are gone."
; ; Eleanor turned into her arms. "I haven't been there for him for a while. I can't believe so much has gone wrong. I've been so selfish."
; ; Marla's Ghost held her tight, "We all have a little bit. But it's nothing that you can't fix."
; ; Eleanor pulled away slightly, "What about you?"
; ; Marla's Ghost smiled again. It was the tranquil look that Eleanor had marveled at what seemed years ago when they first began their journey. "I'm moving on I think."
; ; Bob lifted his new bride and walked awkwardly past them toward the bedroom, pants around his ankles. Looking briefly at the future couple disappear, Eleanor sighed and wondered aloud, "If only I knew how I could make a fresh start myself."
; ; As they stood together, Eleanor's eyes fell over the mantle. There, in the center, was the lit candle, nearly burnt completely down. Pulling Marla's Ghost by the hand, Eleanor led her to the mantle and they both stared at the waning light. With a slight blow, Eleanor tested the flame which flickered but continued to burn. The pressure from Marla's hand lessened then returned as the flame came back.
; ; Eleanor looked back to her friend. "I have to do this." Marla was staring at the candle.
; ; "I know."
; ; Her hand gripped Marla's even tighter. "You know, I never said that I love you." Their eyes met.
; ; "I know. And I never would have believed it. Until now."
; ; They kissed and held each other tight. Struggling to say their good-byes, neither let go even as Eleanor turned to the candle one last time. With her free hand behind the flame, she closed her eyes, blew, and the candle went out.
; ; As she turned around, her hand no longer held Marlas' Ghost. The gray image was fading before her. Just as she disappeared, Marla smiled, touched her fingers to her lips, and blew Eleanor a kiss. Eleanor felt a new sense of peace as the room around her faded away as well.
; ; ---
; ; Bob entered the back door and tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter. The house was dark but he knew his wife must be home since the porch was lit up and moaning as children ran across his front yard with treat bags. Through the shadows of the house, he noticed black streamers hanging throughout the kitchen. With a surprised look, he followed the trail of new decorations through the dining room and into the front foyer.
; ; There at the front door was his wife, bending forward to chat with a small group of Power Rangers. She was dressed in a short black dress, ripped at the thigh in a jagged pattern and capped with a witches hat. As he admired her from behind, she dropped fresh popcorn balls and peppermint patties in each of their bags before wishing them well.
; ; "Who are you and what have you done with my wife," Bob asked with a grin.
; ; Eleanor spun and faced him, her surprise becoming elation at seeing her husband. She threw her arms around him and kissed him deeply, a long wet kissed that had him reeling back against the wall for support. Arms around his neck, she broke off the kiss only to breath and lay her head on his chest.
; ; "Oh, I missed you," Eleanor whispered, holding onto him for dear life. "I've had a helluva day."
; ; Bob wrapped his arms around her waist. "I know, I'm so sorry about Marla. You poor dear, you must be exhausted. Is there anything I can do?"
; ; Eleanor looked up into his eyes, "Yes, there are a million things. But right now just believe me when I say I love you. And... I'm sorry."
; ; Bob marveled at her transformation. Eyes beaming, he asked, "Are you drunk? Is that hat on too tight?"
; ; She hit him playfully in the pit of the stomach. They wrestled briefly then found each others lips again in a hot, passionate kiss. Their embrace was broken only by the knock on the door by a group of Star Wars characters.
; ; "Go. Go and get changed into some real Halloween clothes and help me give out this candy. I can't do it all myself you know." Eleanor patted his butt and sent him off to get out of his suit as she answered the door.
; ; Bob rushed through a quick shower paying particular attention to his blossoming erection. Eleanor's attitude today, toward Halloween and toward him, was so uncharacteristic. It had been years since she was so flirtatious, so lively. He wondered if the death of her friend had triggered something in her, possibly even shaken her out of her self-absorbed existence.
; ; Rummaging through his closet, he looked for his Phantom of the Opera suit from several years back. Bob found a pair of black pinstriped suit pants and threw them on without underwear. Next he donned a black button-down shirt and threw the old cloak around his shoulders, black velvet exterior lined inside with blood red satin. He stepped into his black loafers, top hat, and put on his half-face mask.
; ; Walking back to the front hall, he heard his wife opening the door and squealing with delight. He turned the corner just as she addressed the costumed child.
; ; "Why Tiny, what an adorable pumpkin you make!! Did you make that, Ursula? Please come in, both of you."
; ; Bob stopped as the stunned Ursula stepped through the door, following her round orange son. Ursula was dressed in her usual skimpy witch attire, but this time she was totally outmatched by his wife. The two women chatted like old friends, but Bob could see a sort of verbal sparring going on. Still, he enjoyed watching the two beautiful women, both provocatively dressed, from the safety of the shadows.
; ; The women watched Tiny agonize over which popcorn ball to pick before Eleanor urged him to take several. As Tiny ran out the door to look at the groaning coffin, Ursula bemoaned their lack of funds to get his pituitary operation. Bob waited to catch Elle rolling her eyes as she did whenever she heard the subject, but what she said next stunned him.
; ; "Maybe we could design a special chocolate dessert and use the proceeds for his medical bills. I'm sure we could think of something, he could even help me design it." Eleanor looked innocently at the suddenly speechless Ursula.
; ; "If you wanted to, I'm sure Bob could draw up a trust or something. You wouldn't have to mess with the details." Bob smiled at Eleanor's plan, knowing that Ursula would much rather have the money herself.
; ; "I.. I.. don't know what to say," Ursula sputtered searching for something to add. "That's so generous."
; ; "That's my girl," Bob replied, stepping out of the shadows. He came up behind Eleanor just as she started to turn around, put his hands around her abdomen and kissed her cheek. Eleanor cocked her head at him as he hugged her tight. For a moment they forgot that they weren't alone.
; ; "Well, aren't you a studmuffin, tonight?!?" Ursula interrupted, raising her voice to break up the pair. "Let me look at that sexy outfit."
; ; Ursula took a step forward as she devilishly stared at Bob. Placing her hand on Bob's encircling arm, Eleanor turned back to see Ursula creeping towards them, her eyes on her dashing husband.
; ; "Yes, he is yummy tonight, isn't he?" Eleanor leveled a confident stare at her neighbor as the sudden sound of her voice stopped Ursula's advance. The two stood opposite each other, sizing up the competition.
; ; "Good enough to eat, if you ask me," Ursula cooed. She flipped her hair out of her eyes with a coy laugh, looking back at Bob to get his reaction.
; ; Eleanor pulled Bob's arms from around her and crossed towards the door. "What a wonderful idea, Ursula," she replied, as she bent down to pick up the bowls of candy. As Ursula winked at Bob, Eleanor came back and put the bowls out in front of the temptress.
; ; "Would you be a dear and put these out on the porch?" Eleanor asked sweetly. "I think I'll have my Halloween treat a little early tonight."
; ; Almost as reflex, Ursula reached out and grabbed the bowls before realizing that she was being dismissed. With an uncomfortable laugh, she turned with the candy and said, "You sure you don't need help with him, sweetie?"
; ; Eleanor leaned close to Ursula's ear, speaking just loud enough for Bob to hear, "No, I think this particular dessert must be swallowed whole. But I'll tell you how he tasted sometime if you come by the shop."
; ; With that, she opened the front door and escorted the speechless neighbor out to her waiting child. Calling good-bye to Tiny, Eleanor closed and locked the door, turning to face her astounded husband.
; ; Laughing under his breath, Bob piped up, "Don't you think that was a little harsh? After all, she's really harmless."
; ; Turning off the inside light, Eleanor moved toward him. "True, but I'm not. I'm here to claim my treat."
; ; They fell into each other's arms, faces closing together. "You are amazing," Bob whispered.
; ; "Just wait," Eleanor breathed as she sucked him into a passionate kiss.
; ; They stood in the darkened hall, black silhouettes locked in steamy embrace. Groping each other, their feverish kisses took on an urgency that they hadn't known for many years. Just as his hand reached under her short skirt to find her ass uncovered by panties, she broke away, grabbing his arm and pulling him into the den.
; ; Bringing him to a stop in front of the mantle, Eleanor pulled out a long fireplace match. Striking it, she reached up to light a nearly exhausted white candle. Bob started to speak, but Eleanor extinguished the match and placed her finger to her lips. Bob took the hint and didn't interrupt, watching his wife close her eyes and whisper something too softly to hear.
; ; As she finished, she turned to him and smiled. Placing his hand back under her skirt along her bare ass, she purred, "For a departed friend."
; ; Bob moved his free hand to her other ass cheek, squeezing her white silky flesh. Eleanor ran her fingers down his neck, then gently replaced them with her mouth. She nibbled his nape softly. He smelled so good to her tonight and she inhaled his scent with every breath.
; ; She allowed her hands to explore his body. She traced the outline of his chest muscles through his shirt and moved down to his hard abdomen. He let out a loud sigh as her fingers reached the front of his trousers, rubbing along the length of his penis. She felt his wood strain at the zipper as she teased him through the cloth. His hands tightened on her ass and lifted her toward him slightly, his fingers digging in near her asshole. She felt a sudden rush of dampness between her legs and widened her legs to give him better access to her slit below.
; ; Eleanor slowly unfastened his zipper and slid her hand inside. She was delighted to find that he too was not wearing underwear, as her hand fell immediately onto the base of his shaft. As his fingers slid down over her sensitive ass button, she bit into his neck playfully and pulled his straining staff out of his pants.
; ; Gripping his shaft, Eleanor straightened up to look him in the eye. With a grin, she removed his half-faced mask as she began to stroke him lightly. "Want to play some Halloween games?"
; ; Bob curled one finger under her ass, running it just between her wet lips. "You mean like Pin the Tail on the Witch's Ass? I'd rather Bob for Eleanor Titties first."
; ; He made a move to lift her onto his cock and push his face between her breasts, but she squirmed free, one hand still tight on his cock. She pulled him by his erection as she backed toward the bedroom.
; ; "I see that I'm going to have to keep a firm grip on you, so you don't get too cocky."
; ; In one motion, Bob picked up his wife in both arms and moved toward the bedroom. "Fuck that, you're just wanting to use it as a flying broomstick. I think it's you whose attitude needs adjusting."
; ; Her legs dangling, arms wrapped around his neck, Eleanor pretended to pout. "You mean you don't like my new holiday spirit?" She tried her best to look hurt.
; ; With a laugh as he carried her through the hallway, he replied, "I just knew I'd married a witch. I just didn't think she was a happy one. Until now."
; ; "Bah-humbug," Eleanor replied as she tightened her arms around his head and kissed him.
; ; Upon entering the bedroom, Bob broke the kiss reluctantly to lay her down on the foot of their bed. Just as he started to join her, she grabbed his hips and positioned him between her legs. His cock was protruding from his trousers just in front of her hungry mouth. It had been a very long time since she had sucked him and she was ready to make up for lost time.
; ; A small drop of precum glistened on his head. With her hands on either side of his open fly, she licked it off, trailing a strand from her hot tongue. Licking her lips, she opened her mouth wide and put him inside. He could feel her hot breath on him but she hadn't yet closed her mouth or even touched him with her tongue. Shadow-blowing him, Eleanor watched his half-closed eyes as he responded to her teasing breath.
; ; She finally brought her head back and licked the tip of him again. She looked up at him and his eyes seemed to be pleading. Without saying a word she took him into her mouth again. This time she allowed her succulent mouth to collapse around him. He let out a deep sigh and shivered. In one motion she deep-throated him and held him against the back of her throat.
; ; Eleanor slowly pulled herself back down his length and looked up at him again. This time she winked. Bob smiled slightly and his eyes closed, accepting his reward for patience. She took him into her mouth again and proceeded to tongue him gently and slowly. Alternating between deep, slow sucks and quick hand pumps, she soon had him weakening in the legs. His moans of pleasure made her so hot. She didn't know how long she could go without feeling his hands on her.
; ; As if reading her mind, she felt his hands going through her hair. She felt the hands grip her locks and move with the motion of her blowjob. Soon, they forced her head into him and back repeatedly, driving her mad with desire. She let out a moan and he moaned with her. He would cum soon if this continued.
; ; She felt Bob's big hands drop to her shoulders and she slowly realized that there were still a pair of hands guiding her over his cock. Trying to pull off of him to see who was behind her, the hands kept her from taking him out of her mouth. She felt a soft body slide down her back as hardened nipples from substantial breasts moved along her witch's dress. A smooth cheek brushed against her ear as Marla's voice whispered to her.
; ; "It's ok. It's just me."
; ; Bob's hands moved to her face, urging her to resume sucking him. Slowly, Eleanor began to allow him to thrust into her mouth. The invisible hands traced the curves of her dress and pressed their bodies together, searching for and finding Eleanor's tits.
; ; As her husband steadily thrust himself between her lips, Eleanor felt a phantom hand slip underneath her skirt to find her soaking labia. Tentatively exploring the folds of her exposed pussy, the hand began to trace circles around her buried clit. Moaning loudly, Eleanor reached across and pumped the thrusting cock with her fist, gasping for air and looking for a glimpse of her ghostly lover.
; ; "What do you want?" whispered the sweet voice into her ear again.
; ; Eleanor threw her head back and breathlessly replied, "I want you to cum with us."
; ; Misunderstanding her plea, Bob pulled Eleanor to a stand, lifting her to him again. "No, you have to stop, I'm going to cum if you don't. I want you to cum first, darling." Then, with gentle hands, he turned her face to him and smothered her with kisses.
; ; Eleanor missed the hand on her pussy and instinctively reached back, feeling a warm torso behind her. Phantom hands went to the straps of her dress and slowly pulled them off her shoulders. Easily the clasp was undone and her skimpy dress slipped quietly to the floor. Bob's mouth opened with hers and their tongues danced feverishly as she melted into him. His hands now on her hips, he slowly turned her around, and pushed her onto the bed.
; ; Eleanor felt his stiff cock against her ass as he massaged her breasts from behind and trailed kisses down her back. As he knelt to spread her legs, she found herself bent over the edge of the bed, elbows supporting her weight. As her hand moved forward to steady herself, she touched the inside of a thigh. With the other hand, she reached out and found the other thigh, realizing that her mouth was inches away from where the legs met.
; ; The sweet scent of a woman filled her nostrils and she slid her hands together until she found the smoothly shaved flesh below her mouth. Just as Bob was spreading her own ass cheeks so that his tongue could taste her, Eleanor spread the invisible flesh before her and dipped her tongue into warm juices.
; ; Marla's Ghost jumped, overcome by the sudden sensation. Her hands become entangled in Eleanor's hair and soon pushed the tongue deeper into her scented garden. She ground her pussy against the exploring tongue. Eleanor had never tasted a woman before, but she devoured her lost friend as if she were a last meal.
; ; Bob ate his wife from behind, lapping at her flowing juices. Haunting moans from the bed spurred him on as he hoped his wife would cum on his face, but Eleanor was too wrapped up in her work. She found the invisible clit and sucked it back and forth, sending Marla's Ghost wailing in climax. Hips bucking and pushing against her friend's tender lips, Marla came in earthshaking spasms.
; ; The orgasm echoed off the walls, fueling Bob's tongue thrusts and swirls. As Marla's Ghost wilted beneath her touch, Eleanor felt her own climax beginning. Raising up slightly, she cried, "Wait!! I want you inside me!"
; ; Bob moaned and removed his tongue to kiss her swollen pussy lips. But Eleanor could feel Marla's Ghost sit up and shift her body in front of her. Staring into the unseen face, she heard the throaty reply.
; ; "Do you mean it?"
; ; Eleanor closed her eyes and smiled contentedly. "Yes, I really do."
; ; With that, delicate supernatural hands touched her face and ghostly lips kissed her. Suddenly Eleanor felt the sensation of being filled with swirling winds as she sucked in her friend's kiss. A warmth came over her and a lightness filled her body as the lips disappeared inside of her. She vaguely felt her husband rolling with her onto the bed, yet was aware of his body next to hers in a way that she had never before.
; ; Locked in embrace, he finally rose above her with his pelvis pressed against hers. She was so wet that his hard cock slipped from side to side as he positioned himself on top. Spirals of stars and lights filled her eyes as she saw him poised to enter. As he pushed inside of her, she felt an explosion of sensations throughout her body like never before.
; ; The contractions began immediately. Her body squeezed around him and held him inside. His slow movements filled her as she pushed up to grind against him. As her orgasm mounted she met each thrust with like, the rhythm of their passion rising in crescendo. His strokes became harder and faster. His breath on her neck quickened, but the low moans came mostly from her.
; ; Just as she felt her impending orgasm, she twisted her legs, flipping him over on his back. Straddling his hips, she sank back until the tip of him was against her hot, pink flesh. Looking down at him, she felt his cock twitch against her lips but held him there. She bent over him and whispered, "Do you want to fuck me?" Only the voice wasn't Eleanor's.
; ; "Oh yes, baby. I've waited for this for so long," he whimpered.
; ; "So have I..."
; ; And she fell onto his waiting cock, plunging it in again and again. Her hips rose and rocked over him as she began to call to him.
; ; "Hmmmm god, don't stop... ohhhhhh."
; ; The more she talked the harder he got and the deeper she thrust him into her. The harder he pushed into her, the nearer her orgasm. Before she could slow down, she threw her head back and screamed out in ecstasy.
; ; "OH YES, Oh yes baby...fuck me... FUCK ME FOREVER!"
; ; He raised his hips to meet her thrusts. She began to shake all over as her body was overtaken with orgasm after orgasm. She screamed with each and begged him to cum with her. Finally, as she fell onto his chest with her last wave of orgasm, she felt him explode inside of her. He thrust deep into her one last time and lay still inside her. They held each other panting, unable to speak for several minutes.
; ; The feelings of ecstasy faded slowly as Eleanor felt the lightness of her body disappear. Below her Bob held her, still semi-hard inside. Eleanor sighed and felt a shadow pass before her. Turning, she saw the faint light from the fireplace candle flickering against the doorway.
; ; "Thank you," she whispered softly.
; ; Bob ran his fingers lightly over her back. "That was amazing, Elle. It was strange and wonderful and... amazing."
; ; She smiled still turned toward the flickering light. "It was well deserved. It's... I think it's going to be a brand new day."
; ; He hugged her. "I don't know, I wish every day was Halloween."
; ; "God help us if it were." She squinted as the dying light danced away. "God help us, every one."
; ; And it was gone. ; ;