Chapter 6

Blake stormed through his boss’s house, dragging Tiffany behind him. She once again wore the mask and witch’s hat with long black hair. He bounced off people in his haste. Near the front door, he bumped into his boss.

“John, we have to leave. Sorry.”

His boss looked around. “We?”

“I’ll explain tomorrow. Gotta go!” Blake said and fled the house.

On the drive home, Blake bombarded Tiffany with questions she couldn’t answer. What was she? Was she really his Tiffany? How long would she stay with him? What happened to the Tiffany hooked up to the ventilator? Her hands squeezed the tall hat with fake black hair in her lap as she squirmed in the seat.

“I don’t know!” she finally shouted. “I don’t know what’s going on either. I feel real, but I don’t know how I got here. Maybe the real me died and I am a ghost.”

“They would have called me if you died.”

When they got home and entered the house, Tiffany stopped and looked around.

“I remember living here,” she said. “It’s like I never left.”

“I’ll never let you leave again.”

Blake pulled Tiffany toward the bedroom. She planted her feet and held her ground.

“I think that’s why I’m here,” Tiffany said. “You have to let go and move on.”

“But you’re here. All I want to do is hold you.”

Blake pulled Tiffany into the bedroom and dragged her onto the bed with him. He wrapped her in his arms and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue entered her mouth when her lips parted and their tongues thrashed.

Blake backed away from the kiss and pulled the tall pointy hat with black hair off and laid it on the mattress. He cupped Tiffany’s face in his hands. “I’ve missed you so much,” he said, gazing into her translucent blue eyes. “I love you so much.”

He planted his mouth on hers again and the two rolled back and forth as they kissed. He couldn’t get enough of her as passion consumed his body. His hand found her breast and squeezed it. Then it slid down the satiny material and cupped her groin through the dress. He felt like a teenager with no willpower to go slow.

Blake tore at his pants until he got them open and shoved them down his legs. They tangled around his ankles, impeding his movement. He bolted to a sitting position and flipped his shoes off and then ripped his pants and underwear off. When he turned back to Tiffany, she was lying on her back smiling at him with a twinkle in her eyes and a wicked grin. She grabbed the sides of her long dress and shimmied it up her legs and hips, leaving it bunched at her waist. Blake was surprised at the absence of panties, but gave it no thought as he dived between her legs and planted his mouth on her pussy.

Blake used his tongue and lips the way he knew Tiffany liked it. Her movements and moans provided the feedback that nothing had changed. She was his Tiffany. She had come back to him.

Tiffany squirmed and wigged under his tongue assault, finally saying, “I’m ready. Make love to me.”

Blake climbed up Tiffany’s body. When he entered her, she sucked in a lungful of air and held it. When he pulled out and thrust back in, the air inside her lungs exploded from her open mouth. Blake started with a slow pace, but as Tiffany humped back, he sped up. The two found a rhythm they were familiar with.

It had been so long that Blake thought he wouldn’t be able to hold back, but right before he reached the point of no return, he heard the familiar squeal come from Tiffany and felt her body shudder. It was as if someone had popped the cork out of a bottle of champagne. His dick exploded inside her. Blake collapsed on top of Tiffany as both lay panting.

“I love you,” Tiffany said. When Blake lifted his head off the pillow next to her head, she said, “I will always love you. Please just hold me now.”

Blake withdrew from Tiffany and rolled off her onto his back. She laid her head on his chest and draped an arm across his belly, snuggling up to him. Blake wrapped an arm around her.

“I want to tell you something,” Tiffany said.

“I love you, too,” Blake said.

“I know you do. And I love you. But not that. I know why I’m here.”

Blake stiffened, but remained silent.

“You once promised me that you would move on when I’m gone.”

“But you’re not gone.”

“Shush. Just listen. I think I’m here because I’m in limbo. You haven’t let me go so I’m sort of stuck somewhere. Not here and not there. You have to let me go to free both you and me.”

“I can’t.”

“You must. Promise me you will. And this time mean it.”

Blake lay on his back staring at the ceiling. He stroked Tiffany’s arm and shoulder. Tears welled up in his eyes.

“If that’s what you want,” Blake said.

“It is.”

“Then I promise.”

“Good. Now hold me. I’m really tired and need to sleep.”

Soon Blake heard the soft breathing of Tiffany sleeping. He held her to him. Why couldn’t they go on like this forever? Her warm body and soft breathing were like a calmness he had never known. Before he knew it, Blake was asleep.

Blake awoke with a start. It was light outside. He looked to his side and saw the witch’s dress lying next to him, the bottom bunched up, and an empty sleeve lying across his belly. About to call into the bathroom, Blake knew Tiffany would not be there. The tears fell from his eyes and down the sides of his face.