She gazed at him alluringly and grinned. No further words were necessary.

It seemed each band member was in his own world. Yet, each was in tune with the other.

Feel da power swallow you whole. Let go an’ lose yo’self in it.

The abrupt reality of his situation was a depressing thought.

Not everyone can just up an’ go whenever they please!

Iffin we meant to see each other, again, it gonna happen.

He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have found a girl like her. She may have been the perfect woman for him.

He could have been invisible and it wouldn’t have made a difference to them. He didn’t care, so long as he felt at ease, which was his original intention. He wasn’t there to make friends, nor did he want to.

Please, be sure to display your stickers, so that I won’t misplace any of you. I lost a few people, while crossing the street, during the last tour. I didn’t think it was a big deal, but apparently, the boss frowns upon that sort of thing.

You be wise to stop yo’ negative ways, mister.

He looked upwards at the brilliant blue sky. It was high noon because the sun was right overhead. The clouds danced around slowly, while drifting across the sky. He closed his eyes and felt the warmth of the sun glowing orange on his eyelids. It was a wonderful feeling.

He tensed up at the thought of going back to work. Avoid stressful thoughts, he reminded himself. There was no need to rush his vacation thinking about such foul things as coming back home or going back to work. The vacation had only just begun and it was going to be a good one.

Hey, ghosts are nothing to laugh at! Whether or not you believe in them, they’re out there. I’ve seen them. I’ve even heard them.

Rini moved in to kiss him, but on his cheek. She gave him two pecks on his right cheek and one more on his left, which caused him to blush. “Three kisses, huh?”She beamed at him and nodded when she explained, “Fo’ Faith, Hope, an’ Charity.

Cemeteries can be creepy, creepy, ‘specially at night.

You know? Ain’t it ironic how we live our entire lives without the luxury of time, only to spend an eternity in death.

Come on in. The water’s fine.

He blamed television, movies, and books for his love of ghosts. It was a fascination that’s been with him since his youth. He always loved watching or reading anything that had to do with ghosts and haunted locations, especially historic sites like New Orleans, Salem, Tombstone, Gettysburg, and Old San Juan.

He was a paranormal investigator. Yes, a ghost hunter, although he never liked to use that terminology. As far as he was concerned, it was inappropriate. He didn’t really hunt ghosts, although he did search for them.

What’s your poison or should I just waste my money by guessing something you probably won’t even drink? I’d much rather get you something you like.

She shrugged innocently at him and asked, “What I do?

Ray was always of the opinion that a handful was more than enough. Anything else just tends to sag, once it’s out of a bra.