Thread: A Haunting We Will Go Moon/Dale

Margaret felt sorry for Alice. She couldn't imagine being abandoned by her parents. Though they grew impatient at times with her wild and impetuous behavior, they still loved her nonetheless. Michael had tamed her by simply accepting her as she was. He never scolded her like her parents did when she did something reckless or foolish. He was there to lean on and to provide stability in her life. And to give her unconditional love, of course. Margaret had gazed down from her painting with disapproval at some of the changes that her descendants had made to the mansion. And if the changes were too drastic, she'd make her displeasure known to them in no uncertain terms. On more than one occasion, they fled the house, grumbling about Great-Aunt Margaret having one of her temper tantrums. That was as doors began opening and slamming all over the mansion and drawers were pulled out and dumped all over the floor. But indoor plumbing was one change she wished she'd had when she was alive. No more bucket brigades of servants bringing up hot water heated on the stove in the kitchen. Sometimes the servants would get the water too hot or take too long in getting the water to the tub so that it became too cool. Especially in winter. But with this indoor plumbing, the temperature could be made just right. She looked with appreciation at Alice's bosom, as the girl looked in the mirror. She wished she had been so endowed. Not that it would have mattered to Michael. But she could have made so much more of an entrance at the balls in Richmond. Margaret had to suppress an audible sigh when Alice sank below the warm water. As a ghost, she hadn't felt this warm in a long long time. But she didn't want to give away her presence too soon. It was strange. Normally, she couldn't wait to get rid of intruders to the mansion. She'd have them out the door, sometimes within minutes of their arrival. But she felt a certain connection to THIS intruder. And then there was the novelty her eyes were drawn to between Alice's legs. Or rather, Alice's eyes were drawn to, since she was seeing through Alice. She willed the girl to reach out, lightly exploring it. And then reaching below it to confirm what she'd read from her mind. Sure enough, she had both male and female genitalia. Her first instinct was to say The best of both worlds. But then she thought about it more. One could be such a hindrance to the other. She'd heard of hermaphrodites, but always thought they were the stuff of myth and legend or lower life forms. Like the garden snails in her mother's flowerbeds. She noticed that the..............cock didn't spring to life like Michael's. She used to tease him about how, with the mere touch of her finger, she could make him hard. She'd always found it kind of flattering that she could arouse him so easily. Perhaps the girl had become too accustomed to her own touch to be aroused as quickly. Margaret wondered if another's touch would have a different effect. That would be something to explore later. For now, she and Alice leaned back and soaked in the warmth, the girl's hands still exploring her privates at Margaret's gentle prodding.