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Subject: {ASSM} {ASSD} "A Ghost's Story" [Empath] (MF rom magic) [4/5]
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{ASSD} "A Ghost's Story" [Empath] (MF rom magic) [4/5]


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"A Ghost's Story"
Copyright 2001...er 200*2* (dang changeover:)
by empath



Chapter 4
=========

Sue's appraisal of David's arrival was spot on.  The day before,
Sue and I went around cleaning and dusting every room, not just
the ones she was using.  I was almost completely covered in
dirt, what with the combined effects of the cleaning and the
excitement.  I'd actually had to have a bath - something I'd
missed, to be honest.

Finally, I was pacing around the foyer while Sue drove out to
the airport to pick up her beloved.  Their return came as a
surprise to me, despite my waiting.  Sue came in first with the
keys in one hand, and a bag in the other.  Just behind her,
staggered in the highly-promoted David Morris, carrying three
more suitcases.

He was about the same height I had been, and his hair was a
little darker and straighter.  His face was clean-shaven, and he
wasn't burdened with glasses.  David seemed just as tired as we
expected him to be, with eyes half-open, shoulders slumping.

Sue gestured cheerily and announced their arrival with "Taa-daa!
What do you think, darling?"  I was tempted to say "He's rather
haggard-looking, sweetie," but held my ghostly tongue.

"Ummm.  Big."  David set down his burden and arched his back.
"Can't say for the whole house, but this room seems criminally
short on beds."

Sue dove into his ready embrace.  "Ohhhh, honey - we'll get you
tucked away soon enough.  It's just good to have you home."

"Good to be...somewhere that's not a hotel.  Just hold me under
the shower for a few minutes and then stick me in a bed for a
day or two."

"Well, how's a bath sound?  This is an old place - no showers."

"A bath?"  David seemed to brighten a little.  "That actually
sounds nice - a long, hot soak.  Wanna wash your man?"

"Always."

David hugged his woman lovingly.  "And then you and I can
actually sleep together."

"Sleep together?  That also sounds nice," Sue purred.

Now David looked at her with a little trepidation.  "Er, I meant
that literally."

"Litera-sleep NOW?  It's only two in the afternoon!"

"Even eleven a.m. where I've spent the last six weeks.  But I
told you how we had to work nights while the office was shut -
I've been sleeping from nine to five.  That's why I'm so tired
and just plain useless, hon."

"Well...I guess - it WILL be nice to snuggle up to you for a
while, at least."

He looked at her with obvious devotion.  "Yeah - it's something
I've really missed, and it'll probably help me sleep better."

They made their way up the stairs together, and I watched them
go with a smile on my face.  I let them go off and slipped into
my study.

The room had been pretty much untouched in the time since my
passing from one form to another, but in the past month, I had
been 'going back to grade school'.  Sue had purchased a few
exercise books that children would learn to write in.  I
practised my penmanship whenever I had some free time, and I
figured the TV would cause some uncomfortable questions right
now.

I was working my way through a page of uppercase 'R's when I
heard someone come down the stairs.  I dropped the pencil and
stayed stock-still.

"Brad?  You here?"  It was Sue out in the foyer.  I slipped back
out to find her opening one of David's suitcases.

"Just doing my lessons, ma'am," I intoned quietly as I moved
next to her.  She smiled and pointed to my shoulders.  "Looks
like we didn't dust that room of yours good enough."  My
'dandruff' was present, and unlike most times, it made me
uneasy.

"Anyways, Brad.  I just came down to get some pyjamas for David
to put on.  I'll turn on the TV for you before I go up for my
nap."

"Won't that make David suspicious?"

"Not when I tell him I want to make it seem like someone's awake
in here - he always tells me to leave it or the radio on when I
leave the house empty to dissuade burglars.  Handy, isn't he?"
I chuckled.

"And...what do you think of him?"

"He's tired."  Sue stuck out her tongue.  "And he loves you very
much; you two are lucky to have found one another, and I'm lucky
just to see you together."

She sighed.  "Oh, thanks.  Figures - no sooner do I find a
wonderful nice guy, then I find ANOTHER!"  I touched her hand in
thanks and understanding.  "Well, I'm taxing your 'vitality'
again," she said, pointing at the dust beginning to fall through
my form, "so I'll flip the boob tube on for you, and then get
back up there before my man gets a chill.  Thanks again!"

I heard them shuffling around over the sound of the TV, and then
some squeaking of bedsprings for a moment or two, then an
absence of noise that made me smile.  I couldn't resist, I went
upstairs, and peeked into their room.

They were a sweet picture.  Spooned together and facing the
doorway, David had his chin resting on Sue's head, and his arms
wrapped around her.  Each of them had the slack expression of
blissful sleep.  I laughed inwardly as they both gave off a
faint snore - they were good match in seemingly every way.

Returning to the living room, I watched a few programs, my
cheerful mood making me stick to comedies or other such happy
fare.  After several hours, I looked up from a sappy romance
movie to hear squeaking coming from upstairs.  I grinned.

Then I was tempted to peek in on them again.  I knew Sue wasn't
shy about herself around me - I was the ultimate platonic
friend.  But she might draw the line between not being bashful
about her nakedness around bath time and having her friend watch
her make love to her man.  And David was an unknown - for all
his touted open-mindedness, it would be a traumatic way to be
introduced.

I rationalised that neither would ever know if I was careful.  I
stood before a full-length mirror, and relaxed my 'vitality'
until I was certain I was fully invisible.  Then I snuck up to
the bedroom and peered around the doorway.

They either were taking a break, or hadn't really begun.  Both
were fully naked and lying on top of the bedclothes.  David was
lying half-on Sue, suckling her breasts tenderly and leisurely.
She was just relaxing, stroking his back with one hand, and
running the other through his hair.

I leaned against the doorframe anxiously, feeling a thrill of
being voyeur to this couple.

David stopped his efforts and smiled up at his lover.  "So, you
never mentioned this ghost - do you think it was watching us
earlier?"  Ah, intermission and not overture.  "Watching me fuck
you?  Watching you squirm and thrust yourself back at me?  I
know you held your tongue when you came - you usually cry out in
such a lovely way, but this time you whimpered.  Were you trying
not to arouse its attentions?"

"Mmmmmm.  I don't think he was watching us, darling."  If I had
blood I'd be blushing for not living up to my reputation.
"Bradley Fletcher died back in the 1920's and is still a little
old-fashioned."

"Bradley?  You know it's a he?  How?"

Sue paused for a second, then looked him squarely in the eye.
"Because he told me so, and I've gotten to know him well enough
to trust him to be honest."

David was nonplussed, the petting forgotten.  "You're not
kidding, are you?  This isn't a joke."  Sue just shook her head.
"Well, Suzy sweetie, I trust you with my life, but you'll
understand if I doubt you with this?"

"Of course, Davy darling.  I know you well enough that you'll
have to meet Brad in person to be convinced."

"Brad, huh?  First name basis?"

"Yeah, it was a little odd getting to know each other, but he's
been a real friend to me while I was waiting for you."

He smiled slyly.  "Got to know each other - real friend?  How
close a friend - one that 'helped you out' when you were feeling
really lonely," the man purred as he stroked her side.

Sue just looked at him with a neutral expression.  "Well...
actually, yes.  It was only once, though.  And I kinda coaxed
him into it."

Again David was dumbstruck; not so much upset as surprised.
"Really?"

She looked at him sympathetically.  "Yes.  I'm sorry for telling
you this way, but hey - you brought it up."

He shrugged.  "True, that I did.  And you say it was only once?"

"One of the first nights I was here - after that we got to know
each other and became friends.  Brad knows you hold my heart
already."

"Wow.  I don't know what to say."

"You sound like you're believing me."

"I usually do, darling Sue.  And I have no evidence that
contradicts you yet."

"Thank you," she replied stroking his cheek caringly.  "Anyways,
wanna get cleaned up and meet him?  He's downstairs watching
TV."

"A ghost watching TV?"

Sue shrugged.  "He died in the Roaring Twenties - Brad's still
trying to catch up on all this history that passed him by while
he was stuck in this house."

David looked thoughtful.  "Ah, a spirit bound to a particular
location.  Lemme guess, this house means a lot to him?"

She grinned.  "Aha, got your deductive mind hooked, have I?"

"I guess.  But all this is a bit difficult to handle on an empty
stomach.  Would you deign to prepare one of your delicious meals
for an unworthy wretch such as myself?"

Sue smiled and sat up, reaching for her discarded night-shirt.
"How does spaghetti sound?"

"Fantastic."  David grabbed for his pyjama bottoms.  I took this
opportunity to hurry silently downstairs to the kitchen.

It was tricky moving a pot full of water, but I managed it, and
even timed running the faucet when they had the bathroom sink
running.  When they got to the living room, I heard David say
"So where is he?"  I set the microwave for a single second, and
let the beeping draw them this way.

Sue entered the kitchen first and giggled at my preparations.
"What-" came from her man as he passed through the doorway.  His
next words were rather unintelligible, but sounded kind of like
'gleep!'

I was standing in front of the oven, rubber gloves on my hands,
Sue's poofy chef's hat that she never wore on my head, and her
apron tied around my torso.  I turned to face them and waved.

"I still think it looks silly - even more on you than me, Brad!"
Sue came over and looked over the ingredients I had out.
"Missed a few - but this tells me you were eavesdropping,
buddy."

I flicked on the TV and typed out:
CAME UP AFTER SQUEAKING
ENDED
ALREADY TALKING ABOUT ME
WHEN DINNER MENTIONED I
DECIDED TO HELP

"Nonetheless, give me that apron and go sit down."  I
relinquished the article of clothing and sat opposite a
dumbfounded but still sceptical David.

"Special effects - magicians have been making objects float for
hundreds of years.  And I could get the TV to do that, no
problem."

I grinned at his rationalisations.  I plugged in:
MAYBE BUT WHY GO TO ALL
THE EXPENSE FOR JUST YOU

AND EXPLAIN THIS

I peeled off a glove and pinched his nose with my spectral hand,
waggling the tip a little.

"Oh.  God.  In.  Heaven!"

"What?  What'd he do - I was looking in the fridge," Sue asked
laughing as she turned back to us.

"He BEEPED my nose!"

"He?  So you believe?"

"What else can I do - this is convincing enough.  And even if it
is a hoax, as he says it'd be so expensive to pull off it'd be
RUDE to not go along!"

I typed:
THANK YOU, DAVID
PLEASED TO MAKE YOUR
ACQUAINTANCE

David smiled, but was still a little dazed by all he had to
accept.  He took my gloved hand and shook it.  "And I you, Mr.
Fletcher.  You're comfortable with 'Brad?'"  I let the chef's
hat nod with my head.  "Wow.  Never in my entire life would I
have thought..." David wasn't able to finish his sentence.

His awkwardness passed soon enough.  He fired off a lot of
inquisitive questions at us; Sue and I answered them to the best
of our recollections and abilities - she took first crack
because her speech was faster than my typing.

Soon we had caught David up on my history.  "So.  Just to make
sure I haven't missed anything or gotten any wrong impressions;
you were a successful architect with a wife you neglected
somewhat."

MORE THAN SOMEWHAT SADLY

"Anyway, you built this house for your wife - whose name you
have started to forget."

YES MORE FOOL ME

"And one night you fell down the stairs and broke your neck."

YEAH CLUMSY CLOD HUH

"Don't beat yourself up over an accident."  David looked
thoughtful.  "It WAS an accident, right?"

I was hurt.  It took me a few moments to calm down enough to
type on the remote.

I DONT LIKE YOUR
INSINUATIONS DAVID
IT  WAS  AN ACCIDENT
MY WIFE WAS DEVESTATED
WHEN SHE FOUND ME AT THE
FOOT OF THE STAIRS
SHE MOURNED FOR ME FOR
MONTHS
AND I WAS AROUND TO SEE
HER ALONE IF SHE WAS
ACTING IT WAS EVEN TO
HERSELF

"Sorry, sorry, Brad.  I was just making sure of things; covering
all the bases."

SHE WAS A GOOD WOMAN
I WRONGED HER
NOT VICE VERSA

"Yes.  I'm sorry, man.  I didn't mean to darken her reputation;
just thinking about possibilities - some of which DIDN'T come to
pass."

Sue took a moment from her cooking to pose something.  "It's
funny that you can't remember her name."

"Yeah - you remember most else of the events around your...
inconvenience."  We all smiled at David's apt term for my death.
"Maybe you've got a mental block?"

THAT WOULD MAKE SENSE
I HAVE THIS RECOLLECTION
THAT I NEGLECTED HER BUT
THERES SOMETHING ELSE
A REASON WHY I DID THAT
THAT SEEMS TO BE IN THE
BLOCK TOO

"Well, that may be something to work on."

WORK ON
WHAT AM I
A PUZZLE
HAHAHA

I also leaned over and tickled David under the chin to denote my
comment was in jest.  He started but understood.

"Sorry 'bout that.  But in a way, yes.  If we-"

"If we could set the table you lazy men - and being dead is no
excuse - we could get to work on supper!"  Sue cast a
disapproving look in our direction, her hands full of plates,
cutlery and napkins.  David and I did our part in the meal, and
soon my two friends were partaking of her talents.

I let them eat - David was famished - and thought about what he
had said.  I'd always thought of the holes in my memory as pages
torn from a book.  But maybe it was actually a case of some
pages glued together?

fin de quartrieme



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