Making Our Destiny

“Can you get the garage door?” he asked.
“Yes. There you go,” she replied.
“Thanks.”
“Where are you going to locate the charger?”
“It needs to be installed close to the circuit breaker panel.”
“That’s on the far side of the third stall.”
“Okay.”
#lookinmybriefs #makingourdestiny

We had made love only a few times, and each time was still an adventure, but from the hard points on her breasts and from the wetness of her body’s opening, I knew she was ready. I rolled onto her, entered, and began to move, slower at first and then faster.
It was the best, so far. #lookinmybriefs

‘When’ always had to be her choice.
“Please,” she said faintly, the power in her voice gone.
She was still reluctant, fearing that she was cheating on her long dead husband, and she was only willing in the darkness of night, but to be honest, it hadn’t taken that much convincing. #lookinmybriefs

He wasn’t sharing his with a finicky female ghost. After my shower, I toweled off and dropped into the double bed. I was about to nod off when I felt her bottom against mine. I knew what that meant.
“In the mood, huh?” This was the one part of living with her that was annoying. #lookinmybriefs

She emerged from the bathroom. “You can go in now.”
I used the facilities and then took a shower. I had installed a new sixty-gallon water heater, so I took my time, luxuriating in the hot spray. The guy who sold me the heater had suggested a forty-gallon tank. #lookinmybriefs #ocomeye #shortstory

I promised to buy her some newer books. She was delighted and embarrassed to discover that Nora Roberts was not the height of erotica. For the most part we got along, although there were these awkward moments from time to time. I tried to avoid ogling her, not always successfully. #lookinmybriefs

The other weird thing was that she could not wear clothes, so she lived and appeared in a state of nudity.
After a little more discussion she reluctantly agreed to share the house with me. I promised to buy her some newer books. #lookinmybriefs #ocomeye #contemporary #ghoststory #shortstory #humor

She died at the moment of climax. The weirdest part of her existence was that she turned solid when she was aroused. Henderson had purchased the house as a young man, and he had been her companion for years. He would read sexy books to her when he could obtain them. #lookinmybriefs #ocomeye #humor

After we calmed down, we conversed. Yee had lived alone in the house decades before; a young war widow. She had died of an aneurysm, but it took a lot of coaxing, and some guess work on my part, before she admitted that her death occurred while she was pleasuring herself. #lookinmybriefs #shortstory

Even semi-transparent, she was lovely and… desirable. Like an idiot I gave an appreciative whistle. She looked down, covered herself with her free hand, and shrieked, so for the first time I felt the power of her voice. I emitted a cry of pain and covered my ears. #lookinmybriefs #ocomeye #humor

Henderson was the previous tenant. He had been a gay old bachelor.
“Good gracious, no,” she moaned; the eerie keening kind a ghost makes.
She had taken a step forward, emerging from the drawer. Even semi-transparent, she was lovely and… desirable. #lookinmybriefs #ocomeye #contemporary #ghoststory

She had been watching bad TV. No wonder she was speaking in clichés. “Are you haunting this place? How long have you lived here?”
“A long time. Where is Mr. Henderson?”
“Oh. I’m sorry. He died. I bought the house at the estate sale.”
Henderson was the previous tenant.
#lookinmybriefs #ocomeye #humor

“Are you a thief? Get a job. You don’t have to do this.”
“’You don’t have to do this?’ First ‘boo,’ and now, ‘you don’t have to do this.’ You’re rather clichéd, even for a ghost.”
“They always say ‘you don’t have to do this’ on the television.”
She had been watching bad TV. #lookinmybriefs #ocomeye

I exited the bathroom and waited. Thankfully she didn’t take long, and when she walked out, most of her body had changed back into its wispy form, so wearing a towel was not an option. Even though I could see through her form, there was enough visible to cause my hormones to stir. #lookinmybriefs

“What’s wrong with you? Can’t you see I’m in the shower?”
“What do you care? You’re a ghost.”
“Get out.”
“Yee, please. I need to piss.” I yawned. It was bedtime.
“Get out!”
My ears pinged painfully, and I winced. If she had a superpower, it was in her voice. #lookinmybriefs #ocomeye #contemporary

Water from the showerhead sprayed through her translucent body, though I noticed drops falling vertically, indicating that some parts of her naked form were corporeal. Her shiny black hair had definitely materialized and not just on her head. #lookinmybriefs #ocomeye #ghoststory #contemporary #humor

O, Come Yee

She screeched like a Banshee when I walked into the bathroom. Luckily, I knew she wasn’t a Banshee, just a ghost. Water from the showerhead sprayed through her translucent body. #lookinmybriefs #ocomeye

"We have to pick it up at a saloon I’d rather not be caught dead in. But since you will be there to watch my back, we’ll have no trouble.”
“Then lead on, my dear. It’s off to adventure for Captain Juzee Softcenter and her accountant, Harold Hardpod.” #lookinmybriefs #haroldhardpod #spaceopera

“Yes. Oh, Haree, we’re going to have so much fun together.”
“I’m certain of it, my dear. So, where to now?”
“As I said, I’ve been offered a contract to carry a top-secret cargo of gems." #lookinmybriefs

“I’m afraid she is determined to misinterpret what she saw,” Juzee said, emitting a soft sigh once her indignant First Officer left the room.
“No matter,” Haree replied. “We understand each other, and that is what is important.”
#lookinmybriefs #haroldhardpod #spaceopera #shortstory