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“All right, all right. Prepare yourself. You will soon umble-cum-stumble everything there is to know about scrumping with a medium.”
“You’re making up words again.”
“Shush. Come here.” Precipitation headed down the hallway toward the sitting area where Myrna liked to start her tours. He waved for Huck to sit down, and he draped himself across a plush chaise. “First of all, dish. Tell me about this little date of yours.”
“It’s nothin’.” Huck pulled on the drawstrings of his hoodie as he plopped down in an armchair. “We just, uh, got to talking after I dinged for Mrs. Charles, and he maybe said he wanted to talk more later, and I maybe said it was a date. And here we are.”
“Uh-huh.”
“He did this thing with my hand, and I could actually, like, touch him. It was amazing. I couldfeelhim. He was so warm and soft, and wow, it was the most awesome thing ever.” Huck wiggled his fingers. “It’s gone now, but I really, really wanna do it again.”
“Oh, and I’m sure you do. Now. Just think of mediums and other spooky sensitive people as delicious little batteries,” Precipitation said. “They’re able to tap into us living challenged people here on the other side and charge us up with their juice.”
“Right. Got that part.”
“Well, it takes a lot of juice to get zapped up enough for activities of a fun physical nature. It will drain him if he gives you too much, but you can create a cycle to keep it going. As he gives it to you, you give it back to him, understand?”
“Uh…”
“If he gives you enough energy to make you scrumpingly solid, he’ll be too wiped out to get on with it, all right? So, as he shares it, you pass it back so it’s one continuous whirl of juice.”
“Okay, that makes a little more sense.” Huck twisted his fingers. “And how exactly do I do that?”
“You’re hopeless.” Precipitation sighed. “When you feel the energy coming to you, reach down and push back.” He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Mmm, it’s sort of like trying to make yourself burp.”
“Okay. got. Burp out energy.” Huck paused. “Look, I know all your...stories. But can it really be done? Can I… like could I…”
“Sweetie, the only limit is your imagination. Just relax, sit back, and let nature take its course. Take it slow, find your balance, and if he wants a third…” Precipitation winked. “You know where to find me.”
Huck grinned. “Yeah, yeah. Thank you. Really.”
“Oh, my pleasure. Don’t be upset if I come watch.”
“I expect nothing less.” Huck snorted, rolling his eyes as he stood. “Thanks, Sip.”
“Mm, a little advice?” Precipitation’s eyes twinkled. “Don’t forget that being dead does have its perks.”
Huck hesitated, asking slowly, “Like what?”
“Even when you’re juiced up, your body is not going to have the same limitations of the living. You can extend yourself in a variety of ways.”
Huck stared. “Extend what now?”
Precipitation glanced purposefully down at Huck’s crotch. “Ahem.”
Huck continued to stare.
“You can take your wedding tackle and make it bigger, smaller,thicker. Whatever you want. Fancy two of them? Pffft, why not three? Want ten hands to caress your lover’s luscious body all over? Done with a mere thought. The laws of physics only exist for us to defy them—”
“Okay, okay!” Huck held up his hands. “I just… I just wanted to know about holding hands and maybe a kiss goodnight or something, all right?”
“You really are no fun.” Precipitation pouted.
“I don’t wanna fuck this up,” Huck said firmly. “This is the first and maybe last time I’ll ever have a chance to… you know.”
“Scrump?”
“No!” Huck groaned. “I just mean, you know, meet someone… Maybe meet someonespecial, okay? I never did when I was alive, all right? I don’t think I ever had that specialzingmoment. And I know I just met Grant, but I think I felt something—”
