The Detective

The uniformed woman barely even looks at the paperwork, simply nodding and walking it over to the tall, fit, plain clothes officer overseeing the investigation… who reads it through, frowns, and walks over, switching to a smile as he greets the host, “So, Ms. Smith…” his eyes drift down, “can I call you Jessica?”

“Ah, one of those…” the ring laughs in Jasmine's mind, “...he can't even get your name right when it's printed on the paper he's holding. Easy to handle. Want me to get him off your back?”

“Sure,” the rather offended woman answers the symbiotic soul.

Of course, the detective can't tell who she's talking to, especially as his eyes are glued to her glorious G globes, “Great! My name's Richard, you can call me Dick...”

“He's a detective, named Richard, and he's acting like a…” Jasmine comments from the ‘back seat’.

“Useful for us,” the Ring thinks back at his host.

The detective continues, not privy to the mental conversation, “...and I have a couple of questions on your paperwork. You're out exercising, on foot, fifty miles from home?”

The symbiotic soul takes a deep breath, thrusting his host's chest out a bit… not that those globes need much in the way of emphasis, and deliberately speaking ina ‘breathy’ manner, “Yes officer,” he smiles, not that the detective can see, as he takes another deep breath, “my monthly bus pass doesn't care how many busses I board, so sometimes I wander a bit far to find interesting places to walk,” the possessing spirit slaps his host's behind, which drops the detective's eyes even further, “a body like this takes effort, you know?”

“I can imagine,” the dick’s voice starts going a little raspy, like his throat is dry, “Can I have your number?” He pauses, “You know, in case I have questions about your story later.”

“Oh, it's all on the paperwork Officer Richard,” the ghost in the ring chuckles, and takes another deep breath, stepping close to review the paper in the dick's hands, giving him a deep view of cleavage, “did I miss something? I'm sure I put in there that I closed the poor mans’ eyes.”

The detective licks his lips, “You shouldn't have disturbed the scene… but I don't think I can really fault you for respecting the dead…” he trails off, his mouth still slightly open.

“Are we…” the ring pauses a moment, “...finished… Dick?”

The man in the cheap suit looks like he's desperately looking for an excuse to keep staring… but eventually his job does win out, “Yes. Don't leave town for a while… I'll call you if I…” he pauses and takes a slow breath, “...I need you.” He then blinks a few times, “For the case, I mean.”

“Oh, of course officer,” the ring smiles, “I'm sure we'll see each other again,” and turns and walks away, making sure to put some extra wiggle in his host's step.

Once they're far enough down the logging road (heading back towards town) to be out of sight, the ring returns control.

“I feel a little dirty,” Jasmine comments when she has the mouth again, “But how did you play him that easily?”

“With a body like this, that type is easy,” the symbiote mentally shrugs, “a little confidence, a little deliberate obliviousness, let ‘em look a bit, and they have a mental meltdown as their hormones take control. Give me an hour or two to work on him and I could probably have him wrapped around your finger, ready to cover up **** for us.”

“But he's so…” the woman pauses, “How do you keep your own brain from turning to mush?”

“He's not my type,” the ring gives another mental shrug, “and I'm old. Even if he was my type, I have a lot more experience wrangling the less rational parts of my psyche.”

“And just what is your type?” Jasmine chuckles.

“Oh, she has me wrapped around her finger,” the ring chuckles.

“Oh hah hah,” Jasmine blushes, and checks the time on her phone, “...oh, poo.”

“Ah, the busses won't be running,” the ring confirms, “Well… it's getting close to bedtime anyway, isn't it? I can stop for dinner somewhere along the way.”

“Yeah, sure,” Jasmine shrugs, “you can take over, just get us home in time to be ready for the morning… oh, and do get that ring enchanted. I'm looking forward to being a heroine myself. Also… I'd like to get my eight hours, but I'm also curious what you get up to when I'm ‘out’.”

“Not a problem, I'll just go dancing first tonight, and set up all the stuff I ordered after,” the symbiotic soul pauses, “well, other than breaking out one of the dresses and some jewelry, of course.” The man takes over, casting a few spells and taking the pair for an invisible flight….