A Visitation and An Attempted Improper Conversation

When Melissa came down she had a suitcase with her. I didn’t want her to leave, at least not without telling me more about what she was going. But I got nothing out of Melissa. All I could do was watch her climb into her pick-up truck and drive away. I wasn’t going to lie, I went into a bit of a depression thinking about how Melissa didn’t feel she could trust me enough to tell me everything.

Well two could play that game, so I got my stuff and went back to my house. At least there they wouldn’t be any memories of Melissa wherever I looked.

Two days passed without a reason for me to get dressed. I didn’t go to work, didn’t want to be around people. Just sat in my living room dressed in a pair of sleep pants and a ratty old t-shirt, on my couch, an internet radio station on, playing oldies. The only light coming from the screen, when I got a notification from Gmail that I had an email.

I just stared at it, hoping it would just go away.Then the next thing I knew I was scared shitless.

“OH BE A MAN, AT LEAST SEE WHAT SHE WANTS!”

I looked at where the voice came from and there was Walter in all his glowing glory.

“Jesus Christ, I thought you promised to leave Melissa and me alone?”

“I did and I have! But Melissa went back home so I thought that we could have a man to spirit talk before she got back, so I’m not breaking my word to Melissa!”

As much as I wanted to admit it Walter had a point. “Alright then what do you want to talk about Walter?” Then I went on, “I mean since you sold me out at the hotel, Melissa and I have pretty well been inseparable. Just like you wanted us!”

“What I want is for the pair of you to marry and live happily ever after Harold!”

Then Walter reached through me, his left hand making the skin on my right side shiver as he went for the mouse pad and clicked on my e-mail. Much like Walter said earlier it was from Melissa.

“Missing you big time so decided to send you a little something to remember me by!”

A video box with a play button on it. Before I could say don’t open it, Walter already clicked on it. Light faded in showing a gorgeous Melissa standing in front of a video camera dressed in a white laced top.

“Fuck isn’t she gorgeous Harold!”

“Walter, that’s your granddaughter!”

“Only biblically, when I died I lost the right to claim her as family, so now I can perv on her just as much as any guy would!” Then Walter let me know how he truly felt about that. “I think that a major benefit of dying, now no one is off limits to me spiritually!”

The objections from the pit of my conscience reared its head once more and I was about to say something when the picture changed to a shot of Melissa with white lace panties on.

Before Walter could do anything I back handed him, going completely through his form. “Really was that necessary?”

I went to answer him when the picture changed once more. Now Melissa was lifting her top, revealing two thirds of both breasts.

“God, tell me Harold are they as great to play with as they are to look at?”

“I’m not going to tell you anything about what Melissa and I do in private or how it feels!”

“Fine be like that, it’s not like I haven’t seen you both in action with each other!”

Then from the video, “So Harold are you missing playing with these like I’m missing you playing with them?”

I could think of a million times better than now to open my mouth!