Lori woke in the morning wearing her thong and bra. No remembrance of what took place durning the night. At least on a conscious level.
Durning the day, she went about making her house a home. An hour or two in front of the computer waiting for the next story.
Deep in the night, her visitor came. Lori was curled in a ball, wearing only bra and thong again.
He sat on the edge of the bed, and whispered to her. We all know what he said, don't we?
Her answer surprised him. "No."
"You heard me," she mumbled
"I thought you liked it, and me."
"I loved it, and you. But no more until your really here."
She turned away from him, a dismissal, that would have made him weep, if he could.
Any ghost hunter would have called it a poltergeist. Cabinets opened and slam closed in the kitchen. Her dresser spilled out neatly folded clothes. Dresses, coats, and shoes flew out of the closet. Her bedroom door, swinging open and close, shut with a snap.
"Clean everything up before you leave. By the way, my panties are soaked."