Puppet Masters: A Ghost Sex Story (Bizarre Erotica Stories) - Plot & Excerpts
Max and I fell in love pretty much the first time we met, in the choir loft at St. James Church, on the corner of Bedford and Livingston. I think it was fate that brought us together; we both had our funeral services at that church. Neither of us had been very religious when we were alive and hadn’t attended very many services there, but both our families belonged to St. James, and both of them decided to have our services at the church. St. James isn’t the first place I remember after the accident though; I remember looking down at my body in the street, at the intersection of Main and Maple, the driver of car that hit me standing over me, hysterical as he waited for what seemed like an eternity for the police and ambulance to show up, not knowing what to do with so much blood. I felt sorry for him, I wanted to tell him I’d walked in front of him on purpose, but of course, I was already dead. I’d chosen death over the crushing loneliness of being alive, only to find there’s the potential for just as much loneliness after death.
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