Help her against the ghost

I went deep into thinking about what I should do, but Veronica made it far easier for me by crawling closer toward me and holding me tightly for protection. She looked as she had just seen a ghost, and while she technically hadn't done that, she definitely just felt the ramifications of an unnatural encounter.

I guess I needed to give Jeanie more credit, she had completely turned my image around from 'idiot who crashed my nose against his pubes and burned my throat' to 'only available source of protection against a threat' from Veronica's perspective. I don't know if she intended to do that or not, but I owed her one now.

"You saw that, didn't you?" Veronica asked me, worried that I would think she was going crazy, feeling relieved when I quickly nodded my head. "I'm so sorry for all the times I assumed that was you."

"Who else were you going to blame? The ghost that even I didn't really believe that existed?" I chuckled. "Let's just say that we're even, alright? I've done made mistakes, you've made mistakes, nobody is perfect."

She agreed, and I tried to look as if I was examining the room to see where the ghost was now. Of course, I know that the ghost was actually sitting at a chair with her legs open and her tongue licking between the two fingers she held up to form a ‘V’.

I was smart enough to understand that she was telling me to perform some cunnilingus, but not smart enough to know who's vagina I was meant to eat like groceries.

Jeanie was very, very selfish, but she should know that it would be very hard for me to explain to Veronica that the reason I spent minutes kneeling in front of a chair and licking air was that the ghost demanded that to leave her alone. She wouldn't want to make me look like that much of a loser, right?

On the other hand, Jeanie likes to watch, and it would make sense for me to return the favor to my girlfriend. But why would Jeanie become my wingwoman all of the sudden?