“I’m sorry to hear that. You didn’t go with her?”
“No. We have a home business and I have to stay here to take care of our customers.”
“Oh, I see. Well, my condolences again on the loss of your great-aunt. Was she ill?”
“Yes. I’m afraid so. Oh, she lived a good full life. Seventy-four and she didn’t suffer in the end. She had extensive knowledge of herbal medicine and knew what to take to stop the pain. Unfortunately, she may have taken a little too much yesterday and, phhhht.”
“Well, it’s good that she didn’t suffer.” He scratched his head. “I’m sorry Morgaine’s not here since I know she thinks… um, I mean she’s the one who can communicate with your ghost.”
“Well, guess what? So canI!”
“Really? I thought she was the only one.”
“She was, but I worked real hard on developin’ my psychic powers, and now I can hear him too.”
“Excellent! Maybe I can relay the information through you to your landlord and the, um…”
“Spirit of Chad? You don’t believe in ghosts, do ya, Mister Murphy?”
“Not so much.” He smiled weakly.
“I guess no one bothered to ask him before this? Or if they did, he lied. Chances are he wouldn’t have been hired for this interesting and lucrative case if he hadn’t.”
“That’s all right. We’re used to that. When we meet a skeptic who needs our help, we just do what we do and let the results speak for themselves.”
“I can respect that.”
She gave him a genuine sweet smile. “That’s all we want. If you treat us with respect, we’re happy to help.”
The telephone rang.
“Oh!” She covered her mouth and looked embarrassed. “I’m very sorry. It’s the business line. Could I ask you to wait in the hallway?”
“Of course,” he said. “I understand completely.”
“Ha! I doubt it.”
Joe exited the apartment with Chad floating close behind. He waited until the phone stopped ringing, then glued his ear to the door.
“Well, hello, sugar. What can I do for you, today?”
A brief silence followed, then, “I’m not wearin’ a stitch.”
What sounded like heavy breathing followed. “Ohhhh…” she moaned. “Suck my big tits. You like ’em big, don’t ya, darlin’?”
“Gee, I wonder if Detective Murphy is smart enough to figure out what their ‘business' is.”
“Oh yeah. Squeeze them. Suck them. Ohhhh… Oh, yeah, baby. Let me take your cock in my hand. I want to rub that cock all over my breasts until you are good an’ hard. Then I’m gonna take it in my mouth. I’m just dyin’ to suck your luscious cock.”
Joe’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
Now, he understands. Or maybe he thinks she’s planning a hot date, not making a living with phone sex, although she’s not big-breasted so the caller obviously doesn’t know what she looks like.Joe kept his ear glued to the door and listened intently.“Don’t worry, Joe. You’ll hear lots more.”
“Oh, thank you. I just couldn’t wait another minute. I’m goin’ to suck your cock now. I’m gonna suck it so hard and so deep, you’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven.”
Slurping sounds followed.“Her favorite trick is sucking on one of those thick candy canes. Handy since she can mumble around it and sound as if she really does have somethingnaughty in her mouth.”
Joe grinned. Lewd talk coming out of the sugary sweet Southern belle obviously amused the hell out of him, but it also made a sizable bulge in his pants.
