Watching mom nod her head in agreement while cleaning out the refrigerator, I did exactly what he said. With one hand on the table and the other hand on the head of the ghost under it, I guardedly leaned back to enjoy and came with a shuddering climax.
“Oh my God that was good!” I involuntarily moaned.
“It was only breakfast dear,” replied my Mother, head still buried in the vegetable bin.
Shocked back into my surroundings, I quickly closed my mouth, and mumbled some unintelligible nonsense.
The arousing, awkward moment passed. How I managed to survive their sensual assault without detection was a miracle. With that in mind, I
hurriedly zipped up my trousers, finished what was on my plate and carried it to the sink. Darting up the stairs, I was grateful that the Ghosts hadn’t tried to
