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A Holiday Haunting: Part 3

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A Holiday Haunting: Part 3
Jack, Erin and Lucy deal with the final complication;

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Jack visits the Franklin Home.

Jack opened his eyes. He was instantly wide awake. It didn't

take him long to realize that Jack was somewhere else, definitely not his
bedroom. He was in his living room; yeah, it had to be. The room had the same
shape, but there were no lights, electronics or anything modern. Ornate wood
and gold-framed paintings filled the walls. The room felt smaller, but Jack
noticed a massive fireplace that must have been removed before his parents
bought the house.

He had to be in 1898. It was the only thing that made sense.

An older man walked into the room, but he didn't notice Jack

sitting on the chair. Again, Jack was quick to understand; he was the ghost
this time around. He couldn't touch anything, but could sit and stand, like
Erin after the s ance. Looking down, he found himself wearing the same clothes
before the ritual.

The older man looked like he was in his sixties, overweight

and balding salt and pepper hair. He reminded Jack of a railroad baron in old
westerns. He had these large sideburns that went down to his chin. Jack
couldn't help but stare at him. He guessed that the man was Jedediah Franklin.
He poured himself a glass of whiskey and stood next to the fire. Jack could
hear him speaking to himself but couldn't make out what he was saying.

They were soon joined by another. A woman, in her sixties,

walked into the room. Stone-faced and with grey eyes, she looked miserable. She
was wearing this dark blue, nearly black ruffled dress that had this deep,
sweeping skirt. If the man was Jedediah Franklin, she had to be Alice Franklin.

She joined her husband at the fire and said, "Where is

Robert?"

"In the library," he answered.

"And that jezebel?"

"Fixing herself supper."

"She cannot stay. She talks about marriage."

"We cannot just force her out," Jedediah Franklin

said, staring at the fire.

"What? Let her marry your only son?"

He turned and glared at his wife, "You think I would

allow that Irish fucking whore to be part of this family? No, she must be
silenced. She cannot speak to anyone about this."

Alice Franklin slowly smiled and said, "Then we are at

agreement. But it must be tonight."

They both nodded and turned to watch the fire. Jedediah

Franklin snaked an arm around his wife's waist while she rested her head on his
shoulder. It would have looked like a heartwarming moment, but they were
planning a murder, and it just pissed off Jack even more. The way they talked
about death, so casual and just to avoid a minor scandal, disgusted Jack.

Needed to get away, Jack caught Erin walking past in the

hallway. He ran after her, following her into the kitchen.

"Erin? Erin?" He said, standing in front of her.

She didn't respond. It wasn't the Erin he knew. She had her

hair tied in a bun, her face disinterested and a little tired. She slowly
washed the dishes, staring dead-eyed at the water.

Jack then followed her as she went about with her chores. He

had called out for Erin, his Erin, but only got silence. Going back to the
alive-Erin, Jack got it. He needed to see her die, to understand what happened
to her. It made sense to him.

A younger man, looking like a mix of Jedediah Franklin and

weirdly enough for Jack, himself. Robert. Dressed in a black three-piece suit,
he didn't have his father's impressive muttonchops but a simple beard. Jack
watched him stare at Erin, taking in her every movement as she did her chores.

Erin was putting away a jar, leaning up to place it in a

cabinet when Robert approached her. He quickly trapped her in the corner of the
room. He smiled and said, "Erin."

She jolted, nearly dropping the jar. Erin then turned and

clutched her chest. "Oh Robert, you frightened me."

"I have to see you tonight." Robert stroked her

cheek and grinned. "In the attic?"

"Your mother and father?"

"Please," he replied.

Erin nodded.

Lucy's Post Coital.

Lucy shook awake. She was on Jack's bed, naked and warm. Her

hand slithered down her nude body, liking how it felt, stopping at her crotch.
A big dirty smile appeared on her face as Lucy slid her hand between her legs.
Jack's cum dripped out, coating her fingers and her thighs. The guy knew how to
fuck; she'd give him that. It was a hot show.

But Lucy turned her head and realized that she was alone. No

Jack. No Erin. She jumped off the bed and yelled their names. It was getting
close to two in the morning. Lucy ran to Jack's bathroom and cleaned herself
up, she usually would take her time with post-sex cleanup, but she rushed
through it. Lucy then emptied out her overnight bag and quickly got dressed.

Opening the grimoire, she tried to find clues on what had

happened. Sex magic and resurrecting the dead don't make people disappear.
Frantically flipping through the pages, this was not supposed to happen. Lucy
could feel her heart thumping, and her hands were trembling, where did she send
Erin and Jack.

She then heard a thud from downstairs, and Lucy stopped.

This was getting weird. Jack's parents, she realized. Fuck, if they were awake,
she will be in a lot of trouble.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Lucy yelled to herself and ran

out of the room.

An Attic Nightmere.

Jack had followed Robert upstairs to the attic. He struggled

to see how the space would be turned into his bedroom. A massive trunk, a
decrepit dollhouse and an ancient full-length mirror covered in rust were the
only things that filled the space. It looked more like a scene from a clich d
horror movie.

While Robert waited on Erin, Jack circled around him. He had

this vibe that Jack really hated. Like he was some entitled frat boy. Jack had
read about him, failed business ventures, multiple marriages, some for money.
Robert finally lost it all in 1929 and disappeared from public record.

They both turned, hearing someone coming up. Erin was

carrying a lantern as she walked to Robert, a big smile on her face. This
wasn't going to be pretty, Jack said to himself.

"Robert," she said, resting the lantern on the

trunk. Erin then gave him a long hug, wrapping her arms around him.

Robert just kept his arms by his sides and looked away. Jack

sighed, knowing that there was no point in getting angry.

She then kissed him and said, "I'm so sorry. I was a

fool and the drink got on me."

"It is fine, my darling." Robert then rested his

hand on her stomach. "Are you?"

"No. I am not with child." Erin glanced at this

hand and then back up, hopeful. "I want to be; with you."

"I wish that as well. But soon. I; we have dealings

that need to be cleared. But I wish it too. And when these deals;"

Jack couldn't watch Robert struggle to pacify Erin with

vague words anymore. He saw something move behind Erin. There was someone else.
The figure then struck Erin in the back of the head. It took a step closer,
Jedediah Franklin with a fireplace poker in his hands. Erin was on the floor,
bleeding but still alive. Her eyes focused on Robert, and she called out his
name. The elder Franklin aimed the poker and swung for the final blow.

He had to look away. Jack couldn't watch her die; it was too

much.

But there Erin stood, alongside Jack; her hair undone and

flowing and looking at him. Her apron was gone, and she had undone the first
two buttons of her shirt like before. Her face dropping and she raised a hand,
blocking her view of her own dead body.

"I always hated this moment. Watching my body handled

like meat," Erin said. Her tone was more of annoyance and disgust than
sadness.

"I'm so sorry."

Erin took his hand and held it close to her. "There's

nothing you could've done. This is where I was, whenever I wasn't with you.
Seeing my death over and over."

"Was that why you didn't want to believe in the

ritual?"

"Somewhat. While I couldn't touch anything, and

possibly be treated as some curiosity. I would have taken being a specter than
watch this again."

Alice Franklin had joined them in the attic. She held on to

the lantern as Jedediah and Robert lifted Erin's dead body, directing them down
the stairs. Jack visibly winced as he heard the Franklins mock Erin and ask if
someone should have done the last rites.

"There is something that I must tell you," Erin

said, taking a step closer. Their faces inches apart. "When Patrick died,
he lost all our money in a card game. I was told that I've become too old to
marry and I should just work. The Franklins gave me a job and I felt that was
it. Then I met Robert. I felt my life had begun again."

Erin gave a faint smile and carried on, "We courted for

a few months, until he took me while his mother and father were in New York.
Weeks passed and I thought that I was with child. I told him and he choked
me."

"I knew that I picked the wrong man. But still believed

that I could be something more than a maid through him. That he could take me
away from a bucket. Now I have you. You make me hopeful. What I want to say is
that I love you. I know I am this spirit and;

Jack interrupted her and said, "I love you too."

He grinned.

They kissed again. Erin wrapped her arm around his neck,

pushing herself against his chest. She parted her lips and moaned, welcoming
Jack's invading tongue. He had his hand resting on the small of her back, not
letting her go, and their tongues twirled.

Erin then broke their embrace. Her lips turned into a smirk;

she had a dirty idea. "Let's leave. I hated this room. Well, until it was
changed."

She then took him downstairs. Both were soon running and

laughing.

Erin pulled him into the master bedroom and pushed him onto

the bed. This room would later belong to Jack's parents. Thankfully for him and
his erection, the room was completely different in 1898. A lot of heavy
furniture, with drapes everywhere and a parquet floor. He was lying on the bed,
a four-poster bed that was made out of solid wood, while the mattress was very
soft and lumpy.

Erin crawled and laid next to him. She quickly got on top of

him and stared into his eyes, a small smile forming on her face. She pressed
her lips to his, swiftly parting them and sliding her tongue out. The tips of
their tongues met again, snaking over each other as their bodies grinded.

They tore through their clothing, ignoring any damage as

they got nude, Erin especially not caring at the state of her ripped uniform.
She wished to never see it again. Jack kissed down her neck and reached her
milky, perky tits. He instantly attacked them with his mouth, giving both nipples
considerable attention.

Erin's breathing was becoming more rapid; a deep, warm glow

rippled from her crotch. She pulled Jack up, her eyes drifted down, focusing on
his powerful erection. It was making her mouth water. She wanted another taste.
Her delicate, soft fingers wrapped around his heavy shaft, and she looked back
at Jack. Smirking at him.

Just like minutes, hours or maybe days before, Erin kneeled

in front of Jack's cock. She had no explanation for why he was here, in
purgatory with her, but if this was to be the end, she really wanted one more
taste of his cock. She made him groan as she brushed her lips against his
swollen head. Erin parted her lips, ready to suck on his tip, but stopped.

She looked up at Jack; he had this kind look, his eyes

dilated, and he just smiled back at her. Erin could feel herself glow, and she
went back to his cock, carefully guiding the head to her waiting mouth. She was
scared for a moment, missing Lucy's guiding voice. But soon, Erin's cravings
took over and she slurped on his tip, swirling her tongue around it.

Erin then wrapped her fingers around the shaft, looked Jack

in the eye, slowly bobbing her head up and down. It was easier this time. Erin
felt more confident in swallowing his cock. She scooted forward, her perky tits
pressing on his balls as she took in another inch of his cock.

"Oh, god. Erin," Jack said, stunned. He couldn't

believe the change in Erin. She was swallowing more and more of his cock with
complete ease.

But they both stopped and looked up; they had a visitor.

Alice Franklin walked around the bed, going to the dresser, totally ignoring
them as she searched the drawers. Jack pulled his focus away from her to Erin;
she looked as confused as he was. She released his cock from her lips but slowly
stroked it as she stared at Mrs. Franklin.

Seconds passed, but there was no reaction from the older

woman. Jack waved at her and even Erin called her name, addressing her formally
as she used to do. But Mrs. Franklin didn't respond. She didn't just ignore
them; to them, it felt like couldn't see them at all.

Jack stroked Erin's chin and pointed to his cock. Erin

grinned and lowered her mouth down, sensually kissing the tip. She then ran her
tongue up and down the underside of his shaft before swallowing the head. Jack
moaned again. Erin firmly sucked on the head, slurping on it as her hand worked
the shaft. She had her eyes on him, watching Jack's contorted face. He loved
it.

Erin now hunched over Jack's cock, ready to take more of it.

She took him deeper and deeper, his head grazing the back of her throat. She
remembered Lucy's advice, taking it slow and breathe. Erin didn't gag, her
throat stretched out and eagerly taking his full length.

"Erin! Fuck. That feels so good."

Erin was ecstatic hearing those words and moaned on his cock.

She had her lips pressed against his crotch, completely buried and held him
there till her eyes started to water. Slowly, Erin pulled back and wrapped her
hand around his wet, drool-covered shaft, pumping her fist as she sucked on
Jack's throbbing tip. With her eyes locked on his, Erin bobbed her head on his cock.
She pulled her hand back and forced the rigid pole into her throat again.

Jack grunted in appreciation, shuddering as he felt her

tongue. He reached out, brushing strands of her auburn hair away from her face.
He couldn't believe it, a teenage crush that he was now in love with,
enthusiastically sucking on his cock. With his other hand, Jack grasped her
perky tits, squeezing the flesh to her delight.

Alice Franklin returned to the room, joined by Jedediah. But

both Jack and Erin didn't care. She stayed focus on his cock, moaning on his
shaft as she felt Jack pinch and pull her nipples. She actually wished the
Franklins could see her, sucking a penis in their bed.

"Oh god, Erin. I'm going to cum soon if you keep that

up."

Erin as tasted his precum, she remembered Lucy showing her

videos of women swallowing men's semen. Seeing those women and recalling when
she caught Lucy and Jack together, she was intrigued. She pondered the taste
and how it would feel.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth, beads of spit dripping

down the corner of her lips. Erin narrowed her eyes and said, "I want to
taste your cum, Jack."

Erin then stuffed his cock back in her mouth. She frantically

bobbed her head while pumping her fist along his veiny shaft. She would stop
for a moment, swirling her tongue over the sore head, then going back to
thrusting her mouth up and down. Erin knew that Jack was close; he was grunting
and shaking, his cock wildly twitching in her mouth.

"Oh, Erin. Fuck;"

Jack clenched his fists, wanting to grab something as he

released a torrid of cum in Erin's open mouth. Her eyes widened, but she kept on
stroking his cock, filling the back of her throat with more jizz. They both
groaned as more spurts erupted, hitting Erin in the lips and chin. Whatever
magic that brought him here had an effect on his penis; he'd never cum that
much. One more release, and Jack was done, collapsing on the bed.

Erin raised her head, looking at him and swallowed his load.

It tasted salty and unusual, but still, she craved more. Erin ran her fingers
over her chin and lips, scooping up blobs of his jizz before sticking her finger
in her mouth. She wanted to try that again.

Jack pulled her up and gently kissed her on the lips. As

Erin parted her lips and allowed his tongue to invade her mouth, Jack wrapped
his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. She pressed her tits
against his chest as their tongues dueled. Jack slid his hand down, feeling up
Erin's toned ass.

"That was perfect," Jack said, now kissing down

her neck.

"Thank; Oh," Erin replied, Jack's already erect cock.

"You feel passionate," she said, stroking his cock, "We should
try again? Dog-style?"

Jack grinned and said, "You mean doggy-style?"

"Okay," Erin laughed.

Jack smirked back at her, she's so cute. He then slowly

pushed Erin down, getting on top of her. His cock was already incredibly hard,
painfully hard, rubbing against her thigh. He had never recovered this quickly
after cumming. Jack just chalked it up to the sex magic.

He broke their kiss and sat up. Reaching behind him, Jack

grabbed a couple of pillows; both were very soft and lumpy. How did people in
the nineteenth century sleep? Erin then gave him instant command of her body
and Jack shifted her, so she was on her hands and knees. She looked over her
shoulder and smirked back at him.

He leaned over, quickly kissed her and said, "This is

doggy-style." Jack then wedged the pillows under her stomach.

Now staring at her tight, pert ass, Jack could swear that

his cock grew another inch. He slipped his fingers between Erin's thighs,
amazed at how wet she felt. Erin moaned as Jack teased her, slipping a finger
deep past her lips. He added another one, sliding them further pass her moist
folds. Over the sounds of her whimpers, Jack slowly thrust his fingers.

He then grabbed hold of his cock and positioned his tip at

the entrance of her pussy. Erin groaned as she felt the bulb of his cock rub up
against her swollen pussy lips. Inhaling, Jack slid his cock into her cunt in
one long, slow push. Erin grunted and moaned as she felt Jack's hard cock
invade her pussy again.

"Oh, yes; Jack!" Erin threw her head back and

moaned in appreciation.

Remembering how tight she felt around his cock, Jack left

his cock deep inside her for a while. The tightening of her cunt caressed his
cock, making him shake with delight. There was a mirror in front of them; there
were several around them, and Erin nodded her head. She wanted more. Jack
pulled his cock out till just his pulsating head was being clutched by her
pussy. He then gently thrust it back in, getting another moan from Erin.

"More," Erin yelled.

Nodding his head, Jack grabbed her soft tits. He tugged on

her nipples, while picking up the pace of his strokes. Erin let out another
cry, sounding like she wanted it faster. It didn't take her long to push her
ass back, meeting every one of Jack's powerful thrusts. Her pussy tightened
around his shaft, giving him an indescribable feeling as he fucked harder and
faster.

Erin was now trembling and shaking. She would let out a

short yelp after each hard thrust. Then someone else entered the room, Robert.
He must have been back after staging her accident. The hatred she had for him,
her love for Jack, and the lush sensation of his cock, fueled another orgasm
for the night.

"Oh yes; Oh yes; Oh Lord yes!" Erin cried out in a

high-pitch tone. Jack drove his rampant cock all the way into her, over and
over again, just as fast as she wanted. She was breathless and quivering; her
body was on fire, never been filled like this before.

Jack held her tightly, ignoring her cries, and rammed his

raging cock. She was getting close. Robert was now standing in front of them,
facing Jack. He wished that piece of shit could see them.

Erin moaned again, tightly gripping Mrs. Franklin's sheets,

panting. She arched her back and gritted her teeth. Her eyes rolled back,
slamming her hips backwards, the walls of her pussy clamping down on Jack's
mauling cock. Erin howled in delight, her fingers ripping the bedsheet, much to
her delight, as she spasmed in an orgasmic frenzy. She crashed forward,
whimpering as she trembled in post-climax high.

Jack held on her ass tightly, still plunging his cock in and

out of her soaked, velvet pussy. His heart was thumping, struggling to hold off
his own orgasm. Jack could feel the pressure building in his balls. Erin slowly
woke up and shook her ass, her pussy clamped around his charging cock again,
making him cum. Jack grunted and roared as he erupted.

Erin sighed and moaned, feeling Jack's cock explode deep

inside her, making her tremble in ecstasy. Another rope of his jizz filled her
womb, followed by another. Once finished, Jack collapsed next to her, his brain
mushed in a post cum daze. She had a broad grin, smugly satisfied that her
pussy was filled by her lover's cum, while the people she hated the most
watched them.

Quietly moaning, feeling the hot cum seep down her thighs,

Erin leaned forward. Her tits pressed against Jack's chest as she kissed him.
Recovering from the intensity of their orgasm, they passionately kissed before
breaking, pressing their foreheads together.

"I love you," they said in unison and kissed

again.

Erin quickly fell asleep. Jack remembered this was just like

last time. He jumped up on the bed, his bed. They had returned back to his
room. He checked the alarm clock; it was half-three in the morning. No Lucy.
Jack stroked Erin's chin; he could still touch her, he guessed that was
positive.

"Erin; Erin; Erin," Jack said, trying to wake her.

No response. She was trapped in a deep sleep.

"Fuck!" Lucy yelled, standing by the door. She

rushed to the bed. "You're back?"

"Yeah?" Jack replied, looking back at Erin.

"Is she asleep?"

"I think."

"Okay," Lucy nodded her head, "Your parents

are still downstairs and they're acting fucking weird."

The final complication.

Jack rushed back downstairs, with Lucy following. Their footsteps

thundered against the wooden steps, but it didn't wake Jack's still slumbering
parents in the living room. They were fine; the concoction that Lucy had given
them was making them roll around in their sleep. Not too serious.

Slamming the door open, Jack found Erin still unconscious.

He yelled her name and gently, then roughly shook her. Still nothing. He tilted
her head back, opening her mouth; Jack then leaned in and felt her breath.
Relieved, he sighed but still had no idea what to do next.

"Still down?" Lucy asked, crouching down next to

him.

"Yeah. It's like she's in this deep sleep." Jack

shook Erin again for Lucy's benefit. Still nothing.

Lucy said, "Shit," annoyed. She lifted Erin's arm

and let it go. "Wow."

"What do we do? Call an ambulance?"

"What are you going to tell the paramedic? My

formerly-ghost girlfriend from 1890s is now in coma?"

"You got any ideas?"

Lucy prodded Erin in the arm and just said,

"Fuck."

"Where's the grimoire?" Jack asked.

She scurried to the other side of the room and quickly

returned. Jack watched her flip through the pages, her unblinking gaze not
giving him much hope. It was going to be morning soon, and here he was with a
sleeping naked woman and a medium. What would he say to his parents when they
wake up?

Lucy slammed the book and shook her head.

"Fuck!" Jack yelled; it was starting to get

exhausting. "Of course, it doesn't say anything."

"Dude, this was written by a guy who works at Outback

Steakhouse and is a BTS fan."

"I'm sorry," Jack said, turning back to Erin,

"What do we do with her?"

"We should move her."

Jack nodded his head. "Where?"

"My apartment is like twenty minutes away. She can

crash there until she wakes."

"Fuck it." Jack said, shrugging.

Jack looked around for her clothes, and found that her uniform

had gone missing. They quickly dressed her in Jack's old sweats, then carried
her downstairs. His parents were still sleeping, something else Jack would have
to deal with, but later. They sat Erin down in the back with Jack by her side.

Fifteen minutes later, they were at Lucy's apartment. At

3:30 am, there was no traffic to slow them down. Jack scooped Erin up in his
arms, her petite frame weighing nothing. There was no one on the streets, no
one that could catch a guy and a girl carrying an unconscious woman into the
building. God, if he got arrested now.

Lucy's apartment was small, a one-bedroom, and messy.

Clothes everywhere, Wiccan d cor and a toy cauldron on the coffee table. They
put Erin on the couch; a soft moan escaped her lips as she bounced against the
cushion. He watched her lips curl into a smile; if she was dreaming, she was
enjoying the dream.

There was nothing else for him to do. Jack just had to pray

that Erin would wake up soon. He still hadn't asked himself if she was actually
human and if their sex magic worked. She could disappear again. He had to stay
positive.

Jack turned back to Lucy and asked, "Can you keep an

eye on her?"

"Yeah," she said, covering Erin with a blanket.

"I'll let you know if anything happens."

He thanked Lucy and left. Tired but still having to deal

with his parents, Jack walked home. He took a couple of steps but then stopped.
Squinting his eyes, Jack bobbed his head like he was trying to work something
out.

"Did I fucking time-travel?"

Christmas In the Old Mansion.

Jack thought about ignoring his sister and staying in bed.

But it was pointless. He knew that his mom would be ringing him sooner or
later, demanding that he come down. Reaching for his phone, it was 10:15 am on
December 25th, Christmas morning.

Still no messages from Lucy. Yesterday, she told him that

Erin had awoken for a moment and moved her head, and then fell back asleep.
Erin didn't say a word or ask where she was. The way Lucy explained it, Erin
was just slowly recovering her energy since becoming possibly human. Jack still
didn't know if the ritual had worked or not.

It had been like this for the last couple of days.

Looking at his past messages, a lot of them were about

asking Lucy if she could still touch Erin. That could look weird. She could,
which Jack took as a positive. It was the only thing that he had. He knew he
had to be patient; maybe something would happen, or not happen. Jack was just
sick of not knowing.

He heard his sister yell his name again.

Walking downstairs, his parents were on the couch, holding

coffee mugs, while his sisters were sitting by the tree. It was like they were
kids again, tearing through the wrapping paper. He didn't really care what he
got, with Erin taking over his mind, but did his best to look enthusiastic when
opening his presents.

Lucy finally texted Jack hours later. But he was in the

kitchen, with his sisters, and away from his phone. Beth saw that he got a
message from Lucy, her face lighting up as she turned to Jack. He had a good
relationship with both his sisters, loved them both, but they could annoy the
shit out of him. Especially when they had something over him. Like that time
when Beth found out he got caught with a joint by a cop. A month of being her
chauffeur drove him mad.

"So, who's Lucy?" She asked, barely hiding her

grin.

Beth moved away from the stove and stood by her sister,

checking out the message. "Mom said that you met some girl called
Erin?"

"Yeah." Jack nodded, effortlessly taking his phone

off them. He checked the text; Erin had been away for a while and drank
something.

"Lucy's Erin's roommate," he said, "Erin lost

her phone and she's sick right now. I was just asking how she is."

Beth went aww, while Katie stayed silent.

Jack knew he was lucky that it was Christmas and there was

stuff to do. The onslaught would have to wait for now. When they first met
Laura, Beth wanted to know everything about her, the films she liked, what
music she was into and how serious it was. Katie was different, less manic,
just asking if he felt that Laura was cool.

If everything had worked and Erin could actually meet

people, Jack knew he needed to prep her before meeting his family. It would
have to be soon. Knowing his sisters, Beth and Katie would demand it the next
couple of days. It would need to be somewhere where they served a lot of
alcohol.

"Is she really an actress?" Katie asked, now

waving a knife.

Rolling his eyes, he wished she was more focused on dicing

onions than on him. Opening another beer, he said, "Yeah. But it's an
amateur thing and that she is covering for someone and that she will probably
won't do it again."

Both sisters then looked at each other. Something was up;

Jack could see it. Was something he said, was that it, it had to be.

Beth then turned back to him and asked, "What does she

do?"

Without thinking, Jack said, "House-sitter," and

finished his beer.

He was blessed that his father yelled his name, asking for

help. After fixing the router, they sat down for dinner. They talked about the
usual stuff during the meal; thankfully, no one mentioned Erin. Jack felt calm,
probably because he was focusing on something other than his ghost girlfriend.

The Sick and the tired.

Jack now walked a couple of steps behind his parents. His

sisters flanked him as they walked down the empty streets to the movie theater.
He had no idea what everyone else wanted to watch; he prayed that it was
something easy, he didn't want to pay attention.

He was barely listening to his sister as they walked. They

talked about the not-so-secret Taylor Swift Christmas concert. He just said uh-huh
at the right moments, walking along, with a hand wrapped around his phone in
case it buzzed.

It finally vibrated minutes later. Lucy had messaged him.

Erin was awake and had been for a while. She even sent him a photo, Erin still
wearing his clothes, lying on the couch, her eyelids barely open. Lucy said
that he should come now if he wanted to see her.

"Hey Mom, Dad, I'm not feeling great right now,"

Jack said, clutching his stomach.

It was the first thing that he could think of. He hoped that

he could remember his acting techniques when he used to play sick during junior
high.

His mom turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I feel like; nauseous and everything really

aches."

Jack told his parents that he should probably skip the movie

and rest back home. His mom threw a couple of questions at him, asking what was
wrong, how it happened and if he needed anything. He mentioned Erin's name,
saying that she was also sick. Katie perked up in the corner of his eye when he
mentioned Erin. This was all he needed, a sister playing detective.

He convinced them to still see the movie, saying that he

would go straight to bed. That there was no point in them breaking from
tradition. Jack walked away from them slowly. After a couple of blocks, he rushed
back to the house and jumped in his car. Annoyingly, he would have to drive
past the movie theater to get to Lucy's apartment.

"Hey," Lucy said, opening the door, "You're

fast."

"Yeah." Jack nodded. He was pretty sure that he

ran a couple of red lights getting here. He just needed to see her quickly, see
if she was okay and then leave.

"How is she?"

"Okay. It's like she got the flu or something. I've

been giving her some fluids and Tylenol."

"Has she eaten anything?"

"Vegetable soup," Lucy said, shrugging her

shoulders, "I have no idea what she can eat. You know when you go abroad
and you can't drink the water because of local bacteria or shit? I don't know
if she can handle meat or dairy."

Jack opened the door to the living room but turned to Lucy,

"Thank you for everything. Sorry that you had to spend your whole day
looking after her."

"It's nothing. I want to help," Lucy replied,

"Now get in there."

Walking into the room, Jack found Erin still on the sofa. A

couple of blankets covered every inch of her body apart from her head. There
was no color on her face, reminding Jack how she used to look like. Bags under
her eyes and her hair was a mess. She clasped a mug of something, inhaling the
aroma.

Erin then looked up and smiled, "Jack." She was

weary, and her voice creaked. She tried to raise her arms, possibly hug him but
gave up.

He rushed to her side and asked, "How are you?"

"I'm okay."

Jack said, "You sure?" With a quiet tone, letting

know her it was okay if she wasn't.

Erin paused, then shrugged her shoulders. "No. I feel

so tired and sick. And I hate everything."

"Wow. Welcome to being an adult in the 21st century. We

all feel like that."

"Great." Erin threw her head back, then said,

"So this is what being human feels like after so many years? It's painful.
There is something else. I been having these dreams. That I am still with the
Franklins. They follow me through your house. But your house how it looks
now."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

Erin shook her head and said, "Please don't. It's not

your fault. I think of them and I feel myself passing through the couch and
then I remember I am here."

Their hands touched, and Erin quickly began to smile. She

then asked, "So, tell me about your Christmas. What presents did you
get?"

"Oh. My parents got me a new laptop bag and a cold brew

bottle. My sisters went fifty-fifty and got me a pair of Jordans."

Erin blinked and said, "I don't know what that

means." She then yawned, and her eyes slowly shut. "Just tell me more
about how your Christmas went."

Jack gave her a brief breakdown on his Christmas, trying not

to bore her. But there was really little to say; he had sleepwalked through the
day. Jack saw a quick smile on her face when he told her that his sisters were
pestering him for details about her. But slowly, she drifted off and was back
asleep.

"Hey Jack," Lucy said, calling him into the

kitchen.

"So, I'm thinking that Erin should see someone. Like a

therapist?"

For a second, Jack was surprised. "Really?"

"She's been stuck in the same house for a hundred

years, watching herself get killed over and over. That's got to fuck you
up."

"No. I know that's completely true and she should have

someone to talk to. Just, didn't think that mediums were pro-therapy."

"If you speak to ghosts, you would be pro-therapy as well.

They are always fucked up. Most need Valium."

Jack smiled. He looked back at Erin and said, "Suggest

it to her. It'll probably be best coming from you. The problem is who can see
her? Like she needs health insurance."

"I'm been thinking about that. No way Erin can function

in the real world. She hasn't got a social, birth certificate or a passport.
She can't just depend on you for money."

"I know."

"And?"

"I'm working on it." Jack had an idea or half one;

he still needed to ask around.

"You better work on it quicker. Erin's getting antsy.

She wants to explore the world, go on a plane, see Paris."

Jack nodded and looked back at Erin. "Keep her calm.

She still needs to walk after she can run, or the other way round."

"Sure."

"I gotta go." Jack said. He left the kitchen and

checked on Erin again; she was soundly sleeping.

"I'll be here in the morning. Now excuse me, I have to

pretend to be sick."

"Hey, I have something that can help. It's like diluted

ayahuasca."

Jack stopped and turned around. He stared back at Lucy's

grinning face just before gently closing the front door. Still, he had no idea
if she was just joking.

Erin Tours The Town.

A couple days later, Jack was called to Lucy's place. He

could hear voices behind the door and the sounds of footsteps as he waited
outside Lucy's apartment. He had texted Lucy earlier; she said that Erin was
more awake than before and he should come around.

That was good to hear. Jack didn't like to be in constant

worry. Also, it was way too early in the relationship for him to have to deal
with stuff like this. He just wanted to spend time with his girlfriend and not
think if she would fade away or be trapped in a house.

Erin opened the door, smiling instantly at him. She looked

better. Erin had discarded Jack's sweats for some yoga pants and hoodie,
probably from Lucy's wardrobe. Color had returned to her face, and the bags
under her eyes had disappeared. She had brushed her hair, tying it up in a
loose ponytail.

She had her arms around his neck, and Erin quickly pulled

him down for a long kiss. She felt so good to touch. Jack didn't realize how
much he missed having her in his arms. He wanted to take her somewhere private.
When they stopped kissing, Erin smirked back at him, and Jack knew she had the
same dirty thoughts.

But then Erin yawned, and he knew that they had to take

their time.

"How are you?" He asked, trying not to wince. He

guessed that Erin was getting sick of that question.

She smiled, leading him to the sofa and sat down. Erin

pulled her feet up and said, "Better. I can get up and walk and bathe. I
had my first shower ;  a hot shower."

Erin grinned and giggled to herself. Seeing that response,

Jack realized he really didn't know that much about plumbing in the 1800s.

"It felt so good. I feel like I'm getting stronger and

have more vigor."

"I'm guessing those are Lucy's clothes?"

"Yeah," Erin said, blushing, "she said that I

should wear something else. Her clothing looks strange but so interesting. Just
disappointing that they don't really fit."

Looking at her, she is right. Jack could tell that the

clothes she had on were supposed to be for Lucy's curves, not Erin's petite
frame. He needed to take her shopping.

"I will return your clothes after I launder them."

"No, no, no. You don't have to."

"I want to. It was my job. And I need to know how to

use these machines."

The bedroom door opened, and Lucy walked in. She was dressed

similar to Erin, yoga pants and a sweatshirt.

She sat on the chair and said, "Morning."

Jack greeted her and then asked them what their plans were

for today.

"I could do a coffee run? Erin could try her first

latte." Lucy said.

"How about we go outside," Erin replied, "I

wish to leave the apartment for a while. And I'd like to see some of the
city."

Jack nodded and said, "Give her a tour of Portland and

then brunch?"

Their first stop was at the harbor. There used to be cheap

apartment buildings around the docks, but the way Erin described it, they were
more like slums. Her old apartment had disappeared. Jack looked it up for her,
finding out that two years after she died, there was a huge fire which gutted
the entire neighborhood.

"Maybe I should thank the Franklins." Erin said

with a wry smile.

They walked a couple of blocks up and stopped at St.

Dominic's Parish. It was the church that Erin used to attend regularly. She
would be there every Sunday for Mass and would stop off after her shift ended
for prayer. Erin left Jack and Lucy outside, knowing that it wasn't their scene
and she needed to be alone for this. The church hadn't changed much; a new coat
of paint was all she could see.

There were a few people seated in the pews that ignored Erin

as she walked to the statue of the Virgin Mary. They didn't care that she was
dressed in casual clothes. A big difference from when she was alive, a woman in
pants would be refused entry, and there would be talk of excommunication.

Erin lit a candle and said a prayer. It was a quick one,

honoring those she had lost since being trapped in that house. She could come
back on Sunday and see how Mass had changed, or she wouldn't. Erin hadn't
decided yet.

She found Jack and Lucy both on their phones. They stopped

and looked up at her, both giving Erin concerned looks. While she appreciated
the gesture, she wanted something else and asked to eat.

Lucy picked a place nearby but warned Erin about her

choices. She, as well as Jack, was worried about what food that Erin could eat.
They both suggested eating something simple, slowly get used to pasteurized
milk, additives and pesticides. All Erin could do was nod her head and not
scream in frustration, blocking out all the exciting food around her.

"Wave-us ranch-us?" She repeated Jack's order.

Erin listened to them and ordered a bowl of oatmeal. It was

what she used to eat back in 1898.

"Huevos rancheros," Jack said again. "It's

eggs on tortillas with beans and salsa."

"That sounds so intriguing. I really want to try."

"Erin," Lucy said, "Just take your time. We

just don't want you to take a bite and puke everywhere because your stomach
isn't used to modern bacteria or something. It's like learning to drink. You
start small, wine coolers and beer and build your tolerance and soon you'll be
finishing a bottle of vodka all by yourself."

Jack rolled his eyes and said, "Not in that way but

yeah. It's a vaccine. Take a small bite of fruit or a sip of milk and get used
of it."

He took a sip of coffee and then shook his head.

"Shit!" Jack said, but quiet enough that no one

else heard. "I still haven't sorted out getting a physical or something. I
mean Erin hasn't been vaccinated."

"Yeah. There was this disease that you call polio and

it affected people in Boston. The stories were terrifying. I really want to be
protected."

"Yeah, but how?" Lucy asked.

"There's a way," Jack said,

"A way?" Lucy repeated.

"There's this guy in my building, he buys his sneakers

and mushrooms on the dark web." Jack then turned to Erin and said,
"The dark web is where you can buy illegal things. He said that you can
buy passports, birth certificate, and socials. You can even get a high school
diploma."

"Really?" Lucy leaned in, "Like any

school?"

"Maybe," Jack replied.

"I'd like to get an education by myself," Erin

said, glancing at the two of them. "I know that I will have to take the
fake social and birth certificate to survive. But I want to be in charge of my
own future."

"That's fair." Jack nodded.

The food then arrived, and Erin stared at the bowl of

oatmeal. It was like the gruel she used to have while growing up in Ireland. It
tasted better than the watery sludge of oat she used to survive on. But looking
at Jack's plate, it was not what Erin wanted right now.

"So, what next?" Jack asked, putting his wallet

away.

"We could see more of the city? Also, Erin needs some

clothes." Lucy replied.

Erin finished her coffee and stared at the cup; it wasn't

enough. "I would love to," she said, "but I feel so tired."

Lucy nodded and said, "I think this is the longest

you've been awake for."

"Rest up and we'll talk later." Jack then leaned

in and kissed her goodbye.

***

Erin stared out of the window, watching in amazement as the

plane climbed higher and higher into the sky. She was with Lucy, driving to a
store, which meant going past the airport. She had remembered reading about
airships and possible flight. But that was in 1898, now they have gone to the
Moon and want to travel to other planets. Looking up at the plane, she was
going to be there soon. Either with Jack or by herself, but definitely soon.

In the last couple of days, Erin was eating more, developing

actual stamina and didn't need to take frequent naps. With the increase in
energy, she craved to be out of the apartment, exploring more of the city and
finding out what else had changed. She had gotten lucky as Lucy's apartment was
not that far from where Erin lived, and she could see how the neighborhood
transformed.

Lucy parked the car in the lot, and they both got out. Erin

stared at the store ;  Target. Since being flesh and blood again, she had
been borrowing Lucy's clothes, and she didn't like it. Erin felt terrible about
being a burden on her, and Lucy's clothes didn't really fit her.

"What do we need to get?" Lucy locked the car and

said, "Just the basics."

Erin nodded, looking away. Her eyes caught a girl,

mid-twenties like her. She wore an overlong emerald sweater and boots that went
past her knees. Also, sunglasses. Erin wanted to ask Lucy if this was common
but was worried about sounding stupid. The nineteenth-century values of modesty
and pureness, and calling chicken bosoms instead of chicken breasts, was still
stuck in her. Seeing women her own age dressing so casually, showing off more
flesh and wearing form-fitting clothes, Erin wanted to return to Lucy's couch.

There were more changes that Erin had to get used to inside

the store. She had thought of Target as a department store but larger. The
sheer size of it shocked her. And that all the products, clothes, groceries and
electronics were out in the open. There were no large, ornate wooden counters,
wall-high glass cabinets, or mustached clerks in smocks. But there are a lot
more options, and it's brighter.

"You're like what? Extra small?" Lucy asked.

"I guess." Erin said, taking her word for it.

"What should I buy?"

"I don't know, probably jeans, leggings, a couple of

t-shirts and some tops. Also socks, bras and panties." Lucy paused, seeing
Erin blush and try not to laugh. "Oh yeah, sneakers. How do those Nikes
feel?"

"Uncomfortable. I'm sorry."

"No worries, I think you're size bigger."

Erin nodded and asked, "How much did he give you to

spend?"

She was in the bathroom when Jack popped over at the

apartment in the morning, overhearing them talk about shopping. Erin had to
rely on Jack and also Lucy to survive, she accepted that, but it felt
uncomfortable.

"He gave me around two hundred."

"Two-two hundred dollars?"

"Yeah?"

"That's impossible. That's more than what I earned in a

year. He's given me too much."

"Really?" Lucy pulled out her phone and searched

for a dollar inflation calculator.

Erin nodded. She hugged herself and looked away. Her eyes

caught a sign, jeans for twenty dollars. That didn't sound right.

"Oh," Lucy said, "He gave you the equivalent

of six dollars and some change."

"Still, that was two days of pay for me."

They started shopping, and Lucy instantly took her to the

underwear section. It took a while for Erin to get used to buying bras and panties.
A store owner would never dream of displaying woman's bloomers. She felt
herself going red, which she hated. Shaking her head, Erin took a deep inhale
and asked Lucy how many bras she should get without blushing.

Lucy then picked up a couple of hoodies, and Erin nodded,

letting her drop them in the cart. Erin was amazed at how soft and comfortable
the material felt as she ran her fingers over the fabric. Not stiff or feeling
like burlap. Also, how simple it is. No corsets or bustles. No spending an hour
dressing yourself or helping the lady of the house.

"Is this what women wear now?" Erin asked. She

noticed how everyone dressed so casual, like they were going to exercise.
"It's very informal," she said, not knowing if it's a good thing or
not.

"That's the trend now." Lucy picked up a white

t-shirt and raised it to her chest. "And you are going to see models,
actresses, influencers wear t-shirts like these that cost thousand
dollars."

"A thousand dollars?"

"Yeah," Lucy said, placing a pair of leggings in

the cart, "And you're going to need more clothes later. These are cool for
chilling in the apartment. But what you going to do later?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like your plans. You going to get a job? You said you

want to go to college, what you going to major in? And are you going to stay in
Portland?"

Erin shook her head. She hadn't given that much thought.

"Hey," Lucy said, "You can still stay with

me. But I don't know what that sofa is going to do to your back. If Jack comes
through with a social and ID, you can get a job."

Erin nodded. But then she thought about what type of jobs

could she really do.

"I'm guessing you don't want to be a maid again."

"I was not a maid."

"No?"

"No. A maid would live in the house with the family. I

had my own room. I was a charwoman." Erin said. She picked up a sweater,
liking the pattern and dropped it in the cart. "I cleaned houses because I
had to. I'm not going to go back to that. I just need to think about what to do
next. I want a real job."

"I mean there is an obvious answer."

"What?"

"You go to college. You can major in nineteenth century

U S history. It will be a breeze for you."

"Wouldn't that be cheating?"

"Fuck no." Lucy stopped the cart and smiled.

"You went through all this trauma and now you're in a time where you can
go to college and be who you want to be. Used any advantage you can."

Erin nodded, and they went back to shopping. She liked the

sound of going to college, something that was impossible the first time around.
Studying history didn't really appeal to her, but Erin could see Lucy's point.

It took them another hour to get to the checkout line.

Looking at the cart, Erin hoped that they had gotten everything. Two pairs of
jeans, in black & blue, leggings, four t-shirts, hoodies, sweaters, socks,
a pair of white sneakers and underwear; Erin really hoped that was enough for
her to live on.

She caught herself staring at other women and then glancing

back to the cart. Something didn't feel right. Last night, she and Jack had a
long conversation over the phone. Now she could leave the apartment more often
and didn't need to nap all the time; Jack said he would love to take her out.
They then agreed on dinner tomorrow night.

"Sorry to ask again. But you said that these clothes

are okay to wear all the time? Like in the evening?"

"Maybe." Lucy shrugged. Her eyes then narrowed,

knowing that was something more. "Like in the evening? Like for a
date?"

Erin paused, remembering how the definition had changed. She

nodded her head and said, "Yes."

"Tonight?"

Erin shook her head and replied with a small smile.

Lucy looked at the pile of clothes and paused for a moment;

she was working something in her head, Erin could tell. "Not for date
night. Let's go to the mall."

She quickly paid and grabbed Erin out of the store. They

didn't drive long, maybe five minutes at most. Lucy told her about date nights
and the need to dress up. It shocked her. She didn't see Lucy as a type of
woman who would wear an evening gown for a dance. Erin told her what Jack had
been thinking of, a simple dinner at a restaurant, maybe a quick stopover at a
bar.

Lucy drove to a mall, which Erin roughly knew as a building

with lots of stores. It was quieter than she expected and hoped. She wanted more
interaction with regular people, learning to talk to them and seeing if she
could successfully fool them.

Lucy dragged Erin into an H and M store and told her that

it's a step above Target.

Flipping through a rack, Lucy then said, "What you need

is a really good dress."

"Okay?"

"But also, it's like 30 degrees outside. So probably

something like a sweater dress." Lucy said, staring at the clothes. She
pulled out a navy dress and pressed it against Erin's body. "Try this
on."

"I don't think this is necessary. We don't know what we

are going to do."

"This is your first date, like ever. Don't you want to

dress hot?"

Erin chuckled this time, still focused on the definition of

date. She saw Lucy give her a curious look and replied, "Dating meant
something different in my time. Having a date meant you would have paid a whore
for the night."

"Now you don't have to be a whore to dress sexy and

fuck your boyfriend."

Erin smirked and took the dress, slowly walking to the

dressing room. Inside the stall, she quickly stripped Lucy's clothes and folded
them neatly on the table. It was something that she had found herself doing a
lot, muscle memory from over a hundred years ago.

She slipped into the dress, remarking how comfortable the

fabric felt against her skin. There were positives to the changes in fashion,
she slowly understood. Erin remembered how her old clothes were stiff and
heavy, realizing how much she hated wearing them.

Zipping up the back, Erin then turned and faced the

full-length mirror. Seeing her reflection there, she just moaned, a navy-blue
dress fitted to her slender body, with long sleeves and a cowl neck. It was
scandalous how the dress ended above her knees. But seeing herself, Erin
praised Lucy's choice. She really looked sexy.

Erin ran her hands up her sides, posing against the mirror.

Something then felt off. Erin felt her heart thud in her chest. Sweat dampened
her forehead. She had to get away. This was too much for her. She wanted the
attic again. Her knees buckled, and she fell to the side. Instinctively, Erin
raised a hand up to steady herself. But she phased through the stall, her
forearm disappearing.

"Oh Shit" A female voice screamed.

The other stall door crashed open, and Erin could hear

footsteps pounding away from her. She pulled her arm back and grabbed her
chest. Breathing was hard. But Erin calmed herself down. It happened again.
This was getting annoying and getting more frequent.

Changing back to her regular clothes, Erin walked back to

the shop floor. There was no one near her, no scared woman or guards. She found
Lucy, holding a black dress. It was more revealing than the blue one she
picked, but it made Erin smile. It looked cute.

"You should get this also."

"Yeah," Erin said. Her eyes wandered, trying to

find a frightened woman. "It happened again."

"Yeah. I figured. Saw some lady run out, screaming

about a ghost arm." Lucy shrugged her shoulders, "I'm going to ask
around. Just don't think about it." She turned her head and pointed at the
intimate section. "You need to pick out some date night lingerie.
Something revealing."

"You are really invested."

"After getting kinda fucked by Jack but hearing your

voice, I'm definitely invested. It was a hot show." Lucy grinned.
"Let's get you some lace bra and panties and some boots then we can
go."

"Do we have enough? I think we spent nearly all the

money Jack gave us."

Lucy paused and then said, "I still have the cash that

Jack gave me. You know? From the first time. When you tried to possess me and
kiss him?"

A teenager walked past them and gave them a long stare. Both

Erin and Lucy replied back with indifferent looks.

Turning back to Lucy, Erin said, "I can't ask you spend

your earnings on me. It's not;"

"It doesn't matter. It's cool. I'll buy it for you.

Call it a thank-you present for getting rid of that stain in the kitchen."

"Thank you." Erin smiled. "I want to say that

I really appreciate your support and friendship." She wrapped her arms
around the medium and gave her a long hug.

Lucy stayed still, tight and emotionless. She then gave Erin

a very short hug back. "I like you too," she quickly said after they
broke apart, "I'm not so great with the mushy stuff. But I like you and
want to help. And when I meet the other psychics, mediums or warlocks, I'm
never going to have to pick up a bar tab again."

Date Night.

Jack found the door open for him and climbed the stairs to

Lucy's apartment. He took a deep breath before pushing it open. It was weird to
Jack that he felt so nervous for what was essentially a regular date. He was
just here to pick up his girlfriend and go to a restaurant, maybe a bar later.
They could have sex later; that would be nice. He just needed to forget about
magic rituals, ID forgers from Russia and his suspicious family.

He pushed open the door and poked his head through. Lucy was

there, on the couch and looking at her phone. Jack opened his mouth, but she
quickly looked up and greeted him, asking him to come in.

"Hey," Jack said before closing the door. She was

wearing a white shirt and black pants. "Are you working?"

"Yeah. About to start my shift soon." Lucy sighed

and said, "I really hate late night shifts."

Jack nodded. He turned his head, hearing some movement from

Lucy's bedroom. He guessed that Erin was in there, getting ready. He tried to
think of what she was going to wear.

Lucy caught him glancing at her bedroom door and leaned in.

"There's something you need to know."

"Yeah?"

"Erin is really nervous about tonight. She's freaking

out. When she freaks out; she; she starts phasing through stuff."

"What?"

"It's okay. She's done it a couple of times. Nothing

major."

"Is there something we need to do?"

Lucy shrugged her shoulders and mumbled something, trying to

be uncommitted to any particular plan. "I'm speaking to someone. She's a
witch;  gave me the idea of the grimoire."

"Another sex magic ritual?"

Jack watched Lucy's expression change, not major, but eyes

gave away a weary mood, with an annoyed half-smile. She was sick of magic as
well. "Maybe?"

"Should we cancel our date?"

"No. Definitely no. She's been thinking about this all

day. Just keep the night low-key. Nowhere too busy."

That was Jack's plan. He picked a restaurant that he knew

was going to be quiet. And if they do go to a bar, there were a couple of places
in the city that had a cozier vibe, perfect for Erin. Even the clothes Jack
picked out for tonight stressed understated, chinos, a button-down and a
sweatshirt.

"Don't worry. I got it."

Looking around, there was a yellow legal pad lying on the

coffee table, and it quickly pulled Jack's attention. Scanning it, Friends,
Avengers, Spielberg, Beyonc , yoga, the Super Bowl were some things written
down. There was also an explanation of podcasts and the word avocado
underlined.

He saw Lucy smile at him. "It's a list that Erin

made."

"Really?"

"Erin was on YouTube and there's this video. It was

arguing that Die Hard isn't a Christmas movie. Which it definitely is."

"Hundred percent," Jack said quickly.

"Yeah. So, Erin asked what that meant and I explained

it to her. Then we started making a list of all the stuff she needs to
experience. Pop culture stuff. She needs to know that as well as history."

"Keeping up with the Kardashians?"

"Uh. She needs to know the bad shit to differentiate

from the good."

The door opened, and they both turned. Erin walked out,

wearing the blue dress, tights and black boots that Lucy picked out. Jack was
immediately impressed. He still hadn't gotten used to her wearing modern
clothes and became amazed at how hot she looked. The tight dress looked a lot
better than the baggy sweats he had seen her in the last couple of days.

"Erin. You look amazing."

She blushed and covered her face with her hand, but Jack

could tell she was grinning. "You too. You look really handsome."

"Let me book an Uber." Turning around, Jack pulled

out his phone and booked a ride. It was five minutes away. He spun back to
Erin; Lucy was standing next to her and whispered in her ear. The blonde had
this big grin, probably telling his girlfriend something dirty. Erin just
smiled nervously and went even redder.

Jack decided to leave that alone and stay quiet, waiting for

the Uber to arrive.

To be continued. Based on a post by zeon 67.

For Literotica.

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