Cheer up, the cavalry's here

On the screen the blonde pornstar (the crawling text on the bottom of the screen identifying her as Sherri Blossom) has moved on from manhandling her chest to mimicking fellatio on the microphone, running her hand along the handle while holding the head close to her lips. Apparently no one on set told her how this would sound and this action is accompanied by an unpleasant mix of heavy breathing and feedback. Miranda is still enraptured though, which you're thankful for. While your body could certainly be enticed the rest of you was pushed to its sexual limits.

The tinny sound from the TV is suddenly interrupted by a firm knock on the door. You and Sarah both get to your feet, even as Miranda remains focused on the screen. The pair of you rush to answer the door, Sarah getting to the handle first. Throwing it wide you're greeted by the sight of a somewhat haggard Matt and Nicole, the pair of them both clearly a little hungover. Regardless of their appearance you're glad to see them. Sarah clearly is too as she throws her arms round Matt for a quick hug. "Thanks for getting here so soon." She says, breaking the embrace. Matt looks a little embarrassed. "Well, I mean. It sounded kinda serious on the phone." He replies, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

"Good morning you two." You chime in from behind Sarah. Nicole pushes past her to give you a quick hug of her own. "Morning John." She says, squeezing your chest. "Now, why exactly are we here?" She asks, a hint of irritation in her voice. It's no surprise, you've known Nicole long enough to know she values a lie-in. You open your mouth to try and formulate a reply but before you can Sarah stops you. "Nope. Not right here. Come inside first." She says, pulling Matt over the threshold and shutting the door behind him.

"Sarah what is going on?" he asks, stumbling as Sarah pulls him into the house. "It's hard to explain." Sarah answers, wringing her hands. Even 'hard to explain' seems like an oversimplification of events. "You know how we were playing with a Ouija board when you left?" She begins, Nicole and Matts eyebrows raising incredulously as she says it. "We kinda summoned a ghost, Tom got possessed and Miranda's been cursed." Sarah hadn't mentioned to you that Miranda was cursed but it makes sense considering what you've seen. Nicole and Matt are less believing.

Matt bursts into laughter while Nicole just glares at Sarah. "Really? You wake us up this early, worry us, make us drive all the way over here just for a practical joke?" Nicole spits the words, incensed. "It's not a joke Nicole." You interject but she pins you with a withering stare. "I expected better from you John." She tells you, her words so cold they penetrate your heart like icicles. Sarah has managed to maintain her composure, despite being called a liar. "Miranda!" She calls out. "Come here for a minute."

Like a loyal hound Miranda responds instantly when her name is called, you can hear her leap from the couch and pound heavily to the door. When she throws it open she looks shocked at the presence of your guests, even though you had been talking loudly for a while. Matt and Nicole look similarly shocked as they see the salacious outfit on Miranda. "Miranda, what are you wearing?" Nicole sputters, incredulous. Glancing down Miranda seems to notice the clothes on her body for the first time. "Oh, what am I wearing?" She mutters to herself. With two hands she grabs the hem of her tube top and peels it up and off of herself, allowing her 36C breasts to bounce free.

You and Sarah were prepared for this kind of behavior from Miranda, whereas Matt and Nicole clearly were not. "Oh my god Miranda. What are you doing?" Nicole yells, blushing furiously and covering her eyes with one hand. Matt just stares at Mirandas perfect breasts, proudly presented, until Nicole stomps on his foot. "Er- huh? Oh, I mean, yeah what the hell Miranda?" Matt says, acting offended without ever tearing his eyes off Mirandas chest. "What? I'm more comfortable like this." Miranda shrugs, unaffected by their shocked reactions.

"Believe me now?." Sarah says.

"This doesn't prove anything." Nicole snaps back. "Miranda, how have they put you up to this. Did you lose a bet?" She asks, turning to the half nude brown haired girl in the doorway. "Bet? No, I just like being like this." Miranda giggles, cupping and squeezing a breast with one hand, making Matt stare again. Nicole is unsatisfied with this response, and she turns her interrogation on to you. "Are you paying her to do this or something?" You shake your head.

Sensing that the guests won't be convinced by more words Sarah steps up the proof. "Miranda, why don't you suck Matts dick." When she says this both Matt and Nicole stare at her in surprise but Miranda obeys instantly. Smiling manically she drops to her knees in front of your friend, grabs his waistband, and begins undoing his belt. "Whoa, Whoa!" he shouts, pulling his hips backwards, while Nicole steps forward raising her hand as if to slap Miranda. "Do you believe us now?" Sarah asks, putting her hands on Mirandas head to pull her back, as if calling off an attack dog.

Matt nods mutely but Nicole is still skeptical. "I believe somethings wrong with Miranda, but I can't believe that it's a ghost."

"Believe what you want. All that matters is that we need your help." Sarah shrugs.

"How can we help?" Matt asks, adjusting to this ghostly new reality with remarkable quickness.

"I have a friend who knows all about this sort of thing, but she's across town and we can't take Miranda with us or leave her here alone." Sarah explains, letting you hear the plan for the first time at the same time Nicole and Matt do. This makes sense to you. Miranda in public would probably get you all arrested for indecent exposure and if you left her here there's no knowing what mischief she could get into. There's one thing you don't understand however.

"You couldn't have just called her?" You interject.

"She doesn't have a mobile phone. Or a landline. She's . . . odd." When Sarah says this you're greeted to the rare sight of her blushing. "But she knows all about this stuff and I trust her."

"So let me get this straight." Nicole speaks up. "You called us because you need a driver and a babysitter?"

There's a moment of silence before Sarah answers ."Yeah." She says, you her and Matt bursting into laughter at the ridiculousness of it all. Nicole cracks a pained smile and shakes her head in disappointment before speaking again. "Fine we'll help. Now who does what?"

"Well Matts the only one who can drive so he has to go, and I don't think leaving Miranda alone with a guy is a good idea since she seems to have a particular. . . taste for them, so we can't leave John alone here. Which means that me or you is on babysitting duty Nicole." As Sarah explains this you're reminded of that riddle with the fox, chicken and corn but you're not sure if you're the corn or the chicken.

"I don't know if I'm comfortable being alone with Miranda when she's, you know, like this." When Nicole says this she gestures to Miranda who is still kneeling in the midst of you all, toying with her breasts as she looks up lustily.

"John, who do you think should stay with Miranda?" Sarah asks.