Dead and Horny 3
Copyright© 2026 by Annabelle Hawthorne
Chapter 7: The Collection
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7: The Collection - When Dana was killed and resurrected by a necromancer, she didn't know what to expect. She didn't expect to be handed a list of magical items that might cure her if she can find them. She definitely didn't expect the house succubus to come along to service her dangerous needs. And she definitely didn't expect to go head to head with an international organization dedicated to keeping magic out of human hands. One's dead, the other's horny. Expect the Unexpected.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale Horror Humor Mystery Time Travel Paranormal Magic non-anthro Vampires Were animal Demons Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Masturbation Oral Sex Violence
Lily whistled as she stepped out the front door of her rental property, a small one bedroom studio apartment overlooking the ocean on the northern side of George Town. Though the skies were currently overcast with dark rain clouds that had yet to burst, the succubus whistled happily to herself as she strolled along the main road.
Spirit Mike walked in step at her side. Though she was wearing a bikini top with very tiny denim shorts, he was wearing white dress shorts and a button down as if he were about to step into a fancy restaurant at any moment.
“You know what?” he asked as they waited for a bus to pass before crossing the street. “Maybe we should move the house here.”
“Why’s that?” she asked.
Mike studied a small piece of paper in front of him. “The tax laws, obviously,” he replied. “Think about all the money we could save.”
“Doesn’t the geas take care of all that?” she asked.
“No idea,” he replied. “You don’t know, so I don’t know.”
The succubus smirked and paused as she caught a whiff of a particularly delicious soul walking by. It was an older man in a Panama hat, out for a stroll. She mentally tagged him for consumption later. Based on the smell of his soul, he had probably killed a few people that hadn’t deserved it.
“It is kind of silly,” Mike continued. “How these buildings will have thousands of companies registered there, but nobody inside.”
“Well, not nobody. They usually have someone who makes sure nobody is mailing them a bunch of shit.” In fact, the place where they were going had a pair of guards or secretaries, Eulalie wasn’t entirely certain what the scope of their responsibilities were. Most of it was to register businesses at the address itself, but apparently they were armed.
“Do you think they live there?” he continued. “Wouldn’t be a bad gig. Keep the building clean, sort some mail, go be a beach bum on the weekend...”
“I would fucking love to be a professional beach bum,” Lily replied. “Seriously, if I wasn’t tied down, I would probably live on some of the best beaches in the world. The trash would bring itself to me, so I’d have plenty to eat. The rest of the time, I could just relax and enjoy life.”
“Tied down, huh?” Mike raised an eyebrow. “That’s an interesting way of putting things.”
Lily snorted. “If Romeo wasn’t tied down with everyone else, I would have conned him into it already.”
“You could spend more time with the merfolk,” Mike suggested.
“Nobody to eat there.” Lily sighed. “This is what you get when your man has important shit to take care of at home and a family that’s eternally growing.”
“I thought you enjoyed the bigger family.” Mike turned around and was walking backward now. “It means that you don’t always have to be the center of attention.”
“Ugh, but I want to be the center of your attention.” Lily shook her head. “The real you, no offense.”
“None taken. I’m just the masturbatory equivalent of the original.” He stepped sideways to avoid someone walking the opposite direction. “So it’s that delicate balance you crave, being at the top of the pack.”
“And admitting it’s a selfish desire,” she added. “But I’m a demon. We’re selfish by nature.”
“Tell me more about yourself.” Mike grinned and waggled his eyebrows as he continued to walk backward, leading Lily to their destination. The two continued chatting until they arrived at a nondescript, unlabeled building with glass doors. There were a few windows along the upper floors, but the sun’s light made them impossible to see through.
“Front door is unguarded,” Mike whispered. “No sign of private security or ninjas.”
“If there were ninjas there, you technically wouldn’t see them,” Lily muttered as she studied the entrance. “Cloaked assassins stick to the shadows.”
“Ah, that’s what they want you to think,” Mike countered. “Caribbean ninjas wear clothes that make them look like tourists or beach bums. All that black would make them stand out on the beach.”
“You’re thinking about this far too much.” Lily approached the glass doors and shifted her appearance ever so slightly. Gone was the confident walk of a woman who knew what she was doing and where she was going. Instead, she looked slightly older, her makeup now running in places from the heat. She was just a typical lost tourist who made the mistake of taking a cab to the wrong part of town. She pushed open the door and stepped into the lobby. “Hello?”
The lobby was cooled by AC and kept meticulously clean. At the entry desk, an espresso machine had been set up, but nobody was manning it. “Is anybody here?”
When a receptionist failed to appear, Lily turned toward the machine and started fiddling with the controls. It didn’t take long to figure out how the controls worked, and in just a few minutes, she had a piping hot cappuccino poured into a white, unlabeled mug.
She stood around and sipped at the drink. It wasn’t terribly good, but gave her a reason to linger. Leaning over the desk, she noticed there weren’t any electronics or even a phone.
“It’s really weird that they have such a fancy machine with nobody around to run it.” Lily fiddled with the machine some more and got it to spray hot, coffee colored water all down its front. “Oh shit,” she shouted, hoping that someone would hear and make an appearance.
After a couple of minutes, the machine ran out of water, leaving a puddle on the floor. Lily and Mike stared at it, then each other.
“Still nothing?” she muttered.
Mike tapped his nose. “Caribbean ninjas,” he whispered. “I bet they jump us on the way out for breaking their machine.”
“It’s not broken,” she replied, then jammed her thumb into the touch screen until it cracked. “Now it is.”
“What are the laws on property damage in Grand Cayman?” Mike reached into one pocket and pulled out a brick. “Maybe we should smash some windows.”
“While I love your bad boy side, the whole point is to avoid the local police.” Undeterred, the succubus roamed the lobby, looking for a door. When she finally found one, she gave it a tentative push to see if it was locked. It wasn’t.
“Do you guys have a bathroom?” she asked as she pushed the door open. Instead of any sort of interior office space, it was just a stairwell. “Fuck,” she muttered.
“At least it only has one direction,” Mike said. “Up.”
“Maybe the real lobby is up there.” Lily jogged up the steps. “I’d be far happier away from the street, anyway. There will be far fewer surprises that way.”
The two of them climbed, but Mike started appearing on each landing ahead of her. At first, he was just waiting with his eyes turned to the next landing. Soon, he was striking goofy poses for her, his outfits shifting and changing to make it look like he was posing for magazine covers.
Lily laughed at Mike’s antics and playfully swatted at him. After several more floors, he linked arms with her and they climbed together.
“What kind of a building doesn’t have doors on each floor?” Mike asked. “Or at least one every few floors?”
“One with secrets,” she said. “Maybe we have to say the secret password or something.”
“What would the password be for a place like this? Captain Morgan?”
“Don’t be so crass. It’s probably something classy, like ‘I want to see some mommy milkers on the beach.’”
“Mmmhmm, mmmhmm.” Mike nodded his approval. “Out of curiosity, what classifies them as mommy milkers anyway? Do they have to produce milk, or can they just be mommy milkers in spirit?”
“I imagine it’s spiritual,” Lily replied. “You simply can’t have a massive pair of hooters. It doesn’t count.”
“Is it a willingness to share, then?” Mike paused in the stairwell and turned to face her. “You’ve got to have big hooters and share them with somebody?”
“They don’t have to be big,” Lily replied, fondling her own breasts. “I’m sure there’s a lower limit, though. It’s like fine dining, you know. It’s all about how your meal is plated.”
“Plate it, then.” Mike leaned against the railing. “Show me what you’ve got.”
“Here?” she replied.
He shrugged. “You don’t have to. But I haven’t seen a single camera. Have you?”
She shook her head. “This stairwell is essentially empty.”
“It could have a pair of bare tits in it.” Mike grinned. “Unless you’re scared.”
Lily rolled her eyes. “You should know better than that,” she replied, then yanked her top down. “What do you think?”
Mike nodded his approval. “I like the heart-shaped nipples.”
“Figured you would approve.” She grabbed the bottom of each breast and gave it a squeeze. “They’re large and I’m willing to share, you know.”
“Maybe I want more than that.” Mike licked his lips and stepped forward.
“Well this is all you’re getting,” she replied. “To start with,” she added with a smirk.
Mike stepped forward and groped her breasts. Grinning lewdly, he pressed them together and buried his face between them.
“This is better than therapy.” His voice was muffled. “Your subconscious thanks you.”
“Why should my subconscious have all the fun?” Lily pinned Mike’s head between her boobs and laughed. “C’mon. Get to sucking.”
“Ma’am,” was all he managed before he nibbled and sucked on the tender flesh along the inside of her breasts. Lily sighed, enjoying the attention. She decided to really just go with it and not process what might actually be happening.
Mike growled and grabbed her ass, then pressed her up against the railing. Lily responded by grinding her pelvis against his, satisfied at the rigid cock now bulging beneath his dress shorts.
“You know, this really isn’t the time or place,” she declared. “A little titty therapy can be useful, but—”
Mike lifted his head and smirked. “Oh, I’m not done with you,” he replied, then undid the zipper on his shorts. “A girl who shows you her tits in a stairwell only wants one thing.”
“Ice cream? A beach trip? A Disney movie that isn’t a remake?”
Lily laughed as Mike spun her around and bent her over the rail. He yanked the fabric of her skirt up and teased her with just the tip of his cock.
“Did you know you’re literally steaming back here? It’s quite the visual.”
Lily was unable to reply as he shoved his cock inside her, her unspoken words transforming into a prolonged groan of delight. She held onto the railing for dear life as Mike pounded her from behind, the length of him filling her up.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” she whispered.
“I bet you tell that to all your hallucinations.” He slapped her ass, eliciting a yelp. “Arch that back!”
“Yes, sir!” Lily moaned as he continued to fuck her from behind. His cock thickened inside of her as his bulging member stretched her wide. Mike’s breathing was frantic as he raced toward orgasm.
At some point, he pulled too hard on her and she actually slid away from the railing. In her haste to adjust her grip, she sank too low and was pushed forward by Mike’s hips, her head passing between the rails and getting lodged there.
“Help me, step Caretaker, I’m stuck!”
Mike laughed, which turned into a growl as he grabbed onto her hips and pumped himself inside of her. When he came, she did too, her arms bending the metal railing that overlooked the stairwell. Mike slapped her ass a couple more times for good measure, then stepped away from her.
“You’re still steaming,” he said. “But now you’re leaking, too.”
“I feel bad for the poor asshole who has to mop the stairs because of it.” Sighing, Lily pulled her head out from between the rails and pulled up her top. “That was ... surprisingly satisfying,” she said.
“The brain is the largest erogenous zone.” Mike grinned and looked up the stairs. “C’mon. Let’s get out of this stupid place.”
In full agreement, Lily adjusted her clothes and followed him up the stairs. A few flights later, they reached a bright blue door that opened into the lobby of the building. Walking past the messy espresso machine, they stepped out into the light of day and headed off toward the beach.
It was almost an hour later when Lily was in the middle of tracking the man in the Panama hat when she realized what had happened. “Fuck!” she yelled, spinning on her heels and running back toward the strange building.
“Why are we running?” asked Mike.
“You know why,” she growled. She didn’t know if the spell had been inlaid in the stairwell, or perhaps if the coffee had been poisoned. “How many floors did that building have?”
“From the outside? Maybe five,” said Mike.
“How many were in that stairwell?” she asked.
Mike winced. “Way more than five,” he replied. “And we came out on the same floor we left.”
“Magical redirection,” she replied. “I forgot why we went there. That’s not simple magic, not if it affected me.”
“So how do we get in?” he asked.
Lily surveyed the area and took a detour down a road where the building had a fire escape. Scrambling up the brick with clawed hands, she made it to the fire escape and climbed to the roof. From there, she was able to identify the structure she wanted a few blocks over.
Her legs and outfit changed color to match the blue sky above, and the succubus threw herself across the gap between buildings. Anyone looking up might catch a brief glimpse of her, but in her experience, people didn’t randomly look up that often, not when there were more interesting things on the ground.
When they were back at the mysterious building, Lily attempted to leap across the gap, only to watch it widen beneath her. Unfurling her wings, she powered through the strange spell trying to keep her out and came to a rolling stop across the graveled roof.
“Witches,” she growled, getting to her feet. “This place has some serious spellwork on it.”
“That doesn’t bode well,” Mike replied. “You should tell Lala.”
Lily frowned, then pulled out her phone and saw that the signal was gone. “You should have thought of that two minutes ago,” she replied.
“I should have,” he said. “But since I’m really just an extension of you, then—”
“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered. If she got off the roof to make the call, there was a chance that whoever had cast the spell would know that it had been breached. A nastier version could be put in place, or perhaps she would get lost and forget what she was doing again.
Sinking her fingers into the metallic security door, Lily ripped it free of the hinges and tossed it to the side as she entered another stairwell. This one only descended a single flight, and she used her tail to open this one by sliding it under the door and yanking the latch on the other side.
“Be careful,” Mike said as she entered the structure. Based on the geometry of the building, Lily was somewhere in the middle. She stood in a long corridor punctuated by locked doors on each side. Forcing one open, she saw that it was empty.
“Shell companies,” she muttered under her breath. Based on what Eulalie had shared, there was a computer somewhere in this building.
By the time she was back out in the hallway again, she felt reality shift and warp around her as a massive spell activated. The hallway she had been inside of suddenly looked far longer than it had before.
“Some sort of spatial effect,” Mike said as he looked back the way they had come. “Exit is gone.”
“They’ve taken down the Keep Out sign,” Lily replied. “Now the place is a trap.”
“Except they’re trapped in here with us.” Mike smirked and punched one fist into his palm. “Let’s beat some ass.”
“We need to find some ass before we can beat it.” Lily moved to the next door and kicked it down. This room was similar to the first, only it had an empty trashcan inside.
The contents of each room rarely offered more than a random chair or trash can, though one did have a poster with the hanging kitty inside. By the time Lily made it to the end of the hallway, she had broken into nearly twenty offices. Now, she was presented with the choice of going right or left. Both directions eventually terminated in another turn as the hallways turned back in toward the center of the building.
“Flip a coin?” Mike suggested.
“Let’s go left.” Lily proceeded down the hallway, pausing to knock down a couple of doors. She had just slammed one open when Mike put his hand on her arm and squeezed.
“Shhh,” he said. “I heard something.”
Lily cocked her head and listened, but whatever Mike heard wasn’t making noise anymore.
“It freaks me out when you do that,” said Lily. “How does an extension of my mind see or hear shit that I don’t?”
“I’m a physical manifestation of your subconscious,” Mike replied. “Instead of getting a bad case of the willies, you’re being told what your brain just barely picked up. Isn’t that better?”
“Maybe,” Lily admitted. “But it’s still annoying.”
“You didn’t think I was annoying in the stairwell.”
Lily opened her mouth to reply, but Mike pressed his hand against her lips and turned to look down the hall. This time, she heard a heavy thud, followed by the sound of bristles being dragged against something solid. It made Lily think of someone dragging a massive paintbrush along drywall.
“That’s an awfully specific image,” Mike muttered, reading her thoughts.
“Gee, I’m sorry my imagination didn’t provide me with a better fitting alternative,” she snapped. “Maybe they hired some poor bastard to paint the place and he got stuck here a week ago, did you ever think of that?”
“Don’t be mad at me,” Mike replied. “We haven’t even been here that long, and seriously doubt we’re in any danger.”
At the end of the hallway, a massive figure stepped around the corner. Nearly eight feet tall and completely naked, the minotaur stared at the two of them and snorted loudly through its nose. Its shaggy head brushed against the corner, causing that odd shushing sound again.
“Okay, I don’t think either of us expected—” Mike was cut off when the minotaur roared and charged forward, lowering its head to level a pair of sharpened horns at Lily.
The beast was unusually fast. When Lily dodged to the side at the last moment, the minotaur twisted its head and tore a massive gouge into the wall as it tried to skewer her. If she had been human, the attack would have killed her right there.
Luckily, she was far faster than a human, and far more limber. She twisted and shrank to avoid taking the hit, then stabbed the minotaur several times with her tail, injecting the beast with sleeping venom.
Lily leapt back from the minotaur and smirked. “You’re lucky I’m short on time,” she told it. “Otherwise, I’d fire up the grill and—”
The minotaur took a swing at her, which she barely dodged. This opened her up for a charge, and she was promptly gored as the minotaur sprinted forward, snorting wildly as it carried her down the hall and smashed her through the wall at the end. Cursing loudly, Lily stabbed the thing over and over again, puzzled why it hadn’t fallen asleep yet.
After being plowed through three different office walls, Lily grabbed the beast by the horns and slid her torso off, then spiked her tail into the carpet and slid beneath the beast. The minotaur slammed through another wall by the time Lily was up and running the other way.
“Why isn’t it going down?” Mike asked as he jogged ahead of her.
“I don’t fucking know!” Lily looked back over her shoulder to see the minotaur shaking drywall off of its head. “And who the fuck sticks a minotaur in an office building?”
“This place sucks.”
Lily pivoted in one of the offices and opened the door into a clean hallway. The minotaur smashed through the office two doors down, which gave her enough time to make a run for it.
“When was the last time your venom didn’t work?” asked Mike.
“Against a mortal creature? Can’t remember right now.” Lily came to a corner and went around it, then leapt into the air and used her arms and legs to spider crawl toward the ceiling.
The minotaur ran beneath her, oblivious to its prey. She watched the beast charge down the hallway before vanishing around another corner.
“Dumb cow,” she muttered before dropping down onto the floor. “I’ve never thought of Asterion as particularly bright, but I would think even he would have wondered where I went.”
Mike leaned against a nearby wall, his chin in his hand while he was deep in thought. “That also begs the question why there’s even a minotaur here in the first place. With so many protections to keep you out, why not just hire someone with a gun to shoot intruders. As for the minotaur, it clearly isn’t normal, which means they were expecting magical interference.”
“Witches doing witch things,” Lily replied. “This place isn’t much different than that data center.”
“Huh. You think they’re related?”
“If so, then I’ve probably tripped an alarm or something.”
“Shit. So now we’ve potentially got witches descending on us?” Mike shivered. “Maybe they’re good witches?”
“Oh, sure. Good witches who run shell companies and employ—” A fist burst through the wall and grabbed Lily by the neck. The minotaur yanked her through, cracking the studs as her bones creaked and snapped to fit through the gap. The beast contemplated her for a moment before tossing her body onto the ground and trampling her.
“Hey, hey!” Mike was now holding a road flare, of all things. “Minotaurs can only pick up movement, hold still!”
“That’s dinosaurs, you ass!” Lily coughed dust from her lungs and used her wings as shields to protect herself from impact. “Why are you making stupid movie references right now?”
“Levity?” Mike threw the road flare, which bounced harmlessly off the minotaur’s head. “Curses, my one weakness! That thing is real and I’m not!”
Growling, Lily snagged a hoof and yanked it violently to one side, then kicked the minotaur in the balls. The beast didn’t even grunt, but it did lean down and punch at her so hard that its fist passed through the thin carpet and chipped the concrete beneath.
Lily bit down on the wrist by her head, her fangs sinking deep as the minotaur yanked his hand away, pulling her into the air. She spat out a mouthful of hair and dodged to the side to avoid the next blow.
“C’mon, you want to fight?” Fire crackled along her fingertips as skin cracked and peeled to reveal the true demon beneath.
Unphased, the minotaur grabbed one of her wings and her left leg, then lifted her up and gored her through the next wall.
“Brute strength is your only move, isn’t it?” Lily clawed at the creature’s face, her thumbs digging into the minotaur’s eyes. The minotaur tried to push her away, but she wrapped her tail and legs around its waist.
“Your pullout game isn’t strong enough!” she declared, then promptly gouged the creature’s eyes out.
Expecting a roar of pain, she was fully unprepared for the fist that smashed into her face. Desperate to disentangle herself, she took several punches from the minotaur before able to back away. It sniffed the air and turned in her direction, its eye sockets just empty holes.
“Wait a second,” Lily muttered to herself as the thing charged. Leaping straight up, she sank her claws into the ceiling and wrapped her tail around the minotaur’s neck in an attempt to strangle it. The beast grabbed her tail and yanked her off the ceiling. Grunting with effort, Lily sprouted razor-blade like fins all along her tail and yanked.
The minotaur reeled her in and struck again. Lily blocked the blow and tightened the noose of her tail, the scales now vibrating in an attempt to bite through all that fur. Minotaur hair fell to the ground in clumps as the two continued to fight. It was only when Mike grabbed the tip of Lily’s tail with one hand and a door frame in the other that she got enough leverage to properly pull.
With the crackling sound of bone being sheared, the minotaur’s head popped off. The body stumbled around, swinging blindly before crashing to the floor.
“What the absolute fuck!” Mike gave the head a kick. Naturally, it didn’t move. “That was way harder than it should have been.”
“Agreed.” Lily knelt to inspect the corpse. She immediately noticed the lack of blood or gore. Grabbing the minotaur’s head, she saw that the interior had the dull grey color of muscles that hadn’t been supplied fresh blood or oxygen for some time.
“Nasty.” Mike knelt beside her. “What are we thinking? Undead? Construct? Vampire minotaur?” He dropped his voice. “Don’t tell Dana if it’s the last one.”
“I’m not entirely sure,” Lily replied, then sniffed the air. After a bit of prodding, she tossed the head aside. “I’m fairly certain the thing didn’t have a soul, though.”
“So it was built?” Mike asked.
“Too organic for that. I’m guessing some sort of undead, powered by magic.” Lily’s skin knitted itself back together as her human form reasserted itself. “A soulless minotaur powered by magic and left to guard an empty office building.”
“It can’t be completely empty,” Mike replied. “Why go through all the trouble of guarding nothing?”
“Hmm.” Lily reached into her core and pulled out her cellphone. “I think it’s time to call Lala and let her know ... shit.”
“Did it get broken?” Mike asked.
“Still no signal.” Lily held up the phone and frowned. “The place is clearly warded. C’mon. Let’s go find a window we can smash or something.”
The two of them left the corpse behind and moved through the building once more. Though they stopped to search the rooms, they found nothing. Worse still, after over an hour of travel, they still hadn’t found the exit, or any semblance of an exterior wall. At some point, Lily took the minotaur’s approach to interior redecorating and started smashing through walls. She eventually turned around to look back at the tunnel she had created and it was over a mile long.
“What do you think?” Mike asked. “It’s got to be some sort of spatial rift.”
Lily scowled. “I wonder if it’s not something worse than that. This place looks like a maze, and even had a guardian. But what if it’s not a maze at all?”
“What else would it be?” Mike asked.
Lily scowled. “A trap,” she said. “One that will be very difficult to escape from.”
In the distance, they heard the roar of a minotaur. A second roar sounded from much farther away.
“This is why I hate white collar jobs,” Lily groaned as she knelt down and started tearing up the carpet.
“What’s the plan?” Mike asked.
“No trap is one-size-fits-all,” Lily replied, her tail pounding at the concrete. “I’m not about to let some bargain bin backrooms eat me alive.”
“That’s my girl.” Mike patted Lily on the butt. He looked down the long, busted hallway and frowned when a shaggy figure appeared in the distance. “I hope the others are having a better time than we are.”
“Can’t believe witches ruined my trip to the beach,” Lily grumbled as she stood and braced herself for the minotaur charging her way.
Ingrid was at least an hour from anywhere when the air conditioning in her rental car went out. Her immediate reaction was suspicion as she glared over at the doll strapped into an infant’s child seat in the passenger side.
“That had better not be you,” she growled.
What if it is? Jenny replied.
The mage stared out at the dusty terrain. The horizon shimmered with heat, broken up only by the occasional sagebrush.
“I’ll roll down the window and send you to live out your cowboy dreams,” Ingrid said.
Yeehaw, Jenny replied.
“I’m not joking.” Ingrid pressed the power window button and the air in the car shifted dramatically as the window shifted downward. “If you’re lucky, I’ll give Mike a zip code in which to find you.”
Jenny cackled. You’re fun. It’s not me, though. You let me pick the music.
In an interesting twist, Jenny had demanded that they listen to classical music. For whatever reason, the doll really seemed to enjoy concertinas that were heavy on the violin.
“I don’t suppose you could fix it,” Ingrid suggested.
Jenny cackled again, but went silent. About five miles later, she spoke. I don’t know how any of it works, she admitted.
Ingrid had rolled down the back windows to circulate the air by then. It was almost ninety-nine degrees in whatever part of Buttfuck, Texas they were currently driving through. Her little sidequest was taking her over an hour away from any semblance of civilization, otherwise Eulalie would have just deposited her directly at their destination.
“When we get home, we’ll add teaching a cursed spirit how air conditioning systems work to the to-do list.” Ingrid let out a sigh and rolled down the front windows of the car. “Do you want me to pull the cover down on your bassinet?”
Eat my ass, was Jenny’s response. After a long pause, the ghost added I like seeing new places.