The Grave - Part two
By GW Pickle
I wonder if Ariel was able to do the switch. It’s almost time to check on Bill. I get out of my car and head for the grave. I hope she doesn’t blow this. She blew daddy’s healing spell. Why couldn’t she switch dad’s spirit like the way she is doing now. “No.” Seeing Bill laying face down in the dirt I rush to his side and roll him over. I don’t see the flask. Lightly slapping his face, “Bill, Bill wake up. Bill, are you still with us?” I slap his face again.
“No, he isn’t. Bill has left this world and if you slap me once more I swear. Now help me over to the chair.”
I grab Ariel’s extended hand and pull. “Whatever you want Ariel, I mean Bill.”
Once seated she holds her head in her hands, “I need a drink.”
“He has a silver flask in his coat pocket. I caught him drinking from it.”
Finding the flask, she shakes it. “Over half full,” removes the cap, and takes a long draw.
I smile as she offers me a drink. “No thanks I must drive and you know how I feel about drinking and driving.”
“Fine, I’ll finish it myself.” Tipping the flask up once more she drains it. “Bill and his hard stuff. This soul transferring will really take it out of you. I suddenly feel so tired.”
“Why don’t you get in the sleeping bag and crash? You still have five hours to go before you can leave.”
“Sounds good to me, Oh Linda, want to join me? This bag is big enough for two and I am a man now. We can take our friendship to a new level. I’ve always wondered what it felt like for a man to have an orgasm.”
“Yes, I can see you’re now a male and I believe the term is come.” Moving close to him I reach down and run my hand across his crotch and smile. “I am tempted. Your husband seems to be rather well endowed.”
“Yes he was and that was one area of our relationship we had no problems with. So, how about it?”
Bill embraces me and lightly kisses my neck. He then runs his hands down my back and starts to pull my sweater up. I push him away. “I don’t know about this. Your terms were for him to be alone for the night.”
“Yes, but you were the exception, besides it’s cold and I’ve always had a crush on you and now we can really do something about it.” He unzips his pants and pulls out his fully erect manhood. “Now I know why men always are handling themselves. These things are so uncomfortable when they’re aroused while encased in underwear.”
I giggle at his comment and teasingly reply, “That may be so, but you could always masturbate. I’ve heard it’s the same as doing it with a woman.”
“No Linda, I want you, with me, naked in the bag, I want to savor your body.”
“I’m just not sure I’m comfortable with all this, you are or were my boss and I still think of you as a woman.”
“But I have a man’s body now. Let me show you.” He grasps one of my breasts. My nipples become instantly hard. I’m beginning to think I might just give in.
I wrap my arms around his neck and brush my lips across his and I whisper, “Reverend Bill.”
He pulls me down on top of the sleeping bag and runs his hand up my long skirt and I feel his fingers begin to explore my body. I begin to desire him. My body grows feverish with an inner longing. I run my fingers through his hair and pull him to my mouth then deeply kiss him. He responds by spreading my legs apart and getting on top of me. A short time later we lay in each other’s embrace, in the afterglow of fantastic sex. “Linda, you were fantastic, that was the best I’ve ever had.”
“I’m glad.” A shiver goes through my body as the night coolness begins to sink in. “I need to go Bill, it’s getting colder and we really went too far. I really do have to go.”
His face goes from a beaming smile to a long–faced frown. “Please stay with me for the rest of the night.”
“I can’t, Bill. The will prohibits it. You, we would lose everything. Your money and your business would be forfeit. No, Bill I must go and go now.”
Bill struggles to get up and into the bag. His speech is slurred “Linda, can you give me a hand? I seem to be drunk. Guess I’m not used to his whiskey. You’re right; please help me get into the sleeping bag.”
I turn around and get him into the bag and zip it up to his neck. “I don’t want you to catch your death from the cold,” and we both laugh.
“Thanks for your help Linda. I couldn’t have pulled this off without your help.” Bill yawns and rolls over on her side. “I just wish I could have helped your father. But when I lost the fight with the disease I was honor- bound not to intervene again. I only found this loophole after he died. I’m so sorry. But I promise to spend the rest of my life taking care of you. ”
Kneeling down I can see she is almost asleep. I whisper. “Ariel, you can tell daddy how sorry you are when you see him. I lied about forgiving you. You back with the living, that isn’t acceptable. I don’t care how you felt about me or how good of sex we just had. I only had sex with you because it would be your last wish and for twenty million it’s the least I could do for you. I’m glad you liked it, but you really are going to die. I poured a full bottle of sleeping pills in the whiskey you just drank. I’ll just leave this suicide note, on the table, I will inherit everything and you will, in a sense, be taking care of me. How’s that for revenge?”
Ariel weakly struggles for a moment then lay her head down and close her eyes for the last time whispering. “You B…”
I leave the note under one of the candlestick holders and rush to my car. Driving back to my apartment I pray. “This is the best I could do daddy. You can rest in peace now.”
(c) All Rights Reserved by GW Pickle
Come on back tomorrow, you have to see how this ends!!! Feel free to comment or even guess at the ending!
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