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at him. “Oh please! You think you can just finger-bang me under the table and… What? Because you’re some big TV star I’m just going to grin and be soooo flattered?”
Thomas dropped his hand from his face and Toni stared wide-eyed at the hand-shaped welt her slap had left behind. Her sense of righteous indignation was beginning to waver. Thomas glared at her as he opened his mouth wide then moved his lower jaw from side to side as if testing for major damage. Toni struggled not to be the first to blink. Thomas met her stare as he groped around the tabletop for his pen. He picked it up and held it out to her—in the same hand he’d used to cover his now raging red left cheek.
“I’m left-handed,” he snarled. “I was taking notes. With…my…left… hand, right up until the moment you clocked me. I was nowhere near your pussy, Miss Bianchi!”
Toni stooped to peer under the table, sweeping the little flashlight back and forth over the space. There was nothing beneath it besides a ratty braided rug.
Toni stood, dropped the key ring on the table then fidgeted with the front of her dress. “I’m really sorry, Thomas. I…it was just so…I was certain…”
Thomas’ eyebrows pulled together and he tilted his head to one side. “Did it happen just now? The, uh, contact?”
Toni nodded.
Thomas cycled his hand over his head as if twirling a lasso. “Let’s round up the equipment and set up in the kitchen. We’ll interview Toni right now about the frottage. We’ll cut out the overtly sexual stuff, but maybe just talking about it will get Buckman to show himself.”
Mike and Thomas hurried into the kitchen. Bridget remained in her chair and Toni noticed that her skin had taken on a greyish cast. Toni walked around the table, knelt in front of the pretty ghost hunter then put her hand on Bridget’s forehead. She was burning hot.
“Do you want to go lie down?” Toni asked.
Bridget shook her head, “Let’s get a couple of shots. I’ll sleep when the sun comes up.”
* * * *
Thomas sat Bridget down at the long farmhouse table in the kitchen and placed some audio equipment within her reach. The redhead just leaned her forehead into her hand while Thomas powered up and adjusted the settings. Mike levelled the camera tripod and tested the ambient light levels for the night-vision camera. Toni leant back against the sink, thankful for the darkened room. The idea of giving Thomas an explicit account of her ghost sex had left her completely mortified.
Mike stepped aside and Thomas peered into the camera that the stand-in A/V guy had set up.
Thomas clasped Mike’s shoulder. “Nice.”
Thomas walked to the sink and stood beside Toni. Mike was peering through the viewfinder. He motioned for Thomas to move left. Thomas advanced an inch at a time until Mike held up his palm then gave a thumbs up.
“Camera,” Thomas said.
“Rolling,” Mike answered.
Thomas’ voice took on a sombre tone when he said, “Toni, you’ve had some unusual encounters in this room—the kitchen. You’ve told us about the television turning on and switching channels of its own accord, and the telephone dialling itself. But, there’s more. Isn’t there?”
Toni could only nod.
Thomas placed his hand—the one away from the camera—on Toni’s shoulder. “Toni, there’s no shame here. You didn’t choose these encounters. They chose you. Please, tell us what happened.”
Toni closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath through her nose. “Just minutes before the Paranormal Research Team pulled into the driveway, I was standing right here, doing dishes. I’d just finished and I was about to go into the parlour to watch for you when I felt something…someone…come up behind me and push me down over the sink.”
Toni paused when she heard a soft moan. No one else seemed to notice, so she continued.
“I felt hands on my waist and…on my breasts.”
Toni heard the moan again. It was hard to tell in the
Thomas dropped his hand from his face and Toni stared wide-eyed at the hand-shaped welt her slap had left behind. Her sense of righteous indignation was beginning to waver. Thomas glared at her as he opened his mouth wide then moved his lower jaw from side to side as if testing for major damage. Toni struggled not to be the first to blink. Thomas met her stare as he groped around the tabletop for his pen. He picked it up and held it out to her—in the same hand he’d used to cover his now raging red left cheek.
“I’m left-handed,” he snarled. “I was taking notes. With…my…left… hand, right up until the moment you clocked me. I was nowhere near your pussy, Miss Bianchi!”
Toni stooped to peer under the table, sweeping the little flashlight back and forth over the space. There was nothing beneath it besides a ratty braided rug.
Toni stood, dropped the key ring on the table then fidgeted with the front of her dress. “I’m really sorry, Thomas. I…it was just so…I was certain…”
Thomas’ eyebrows pulled together and he tilted his head to one side. “Did it happen just now? The, uh, contact?”
Toni nodded.
Thomas cycled his hand over his head as if twirling a lasso. “Let’s round up the equipment and set up in the kitchen. We’ll interview Toni right now about the frottage. We’ll cut out the overtly sexual stuff, but maybe just talking about it will get Buckman to show himself.”
Mike and Thomas hurried into the kitchen. Bridget remained in her chair and Toni noticed that her skin had taken on a greyish cast. Toni walked around the table, knelt in front of the pretty ghost hunter then put her hand on Bridget’s forehead. She was burning hot.
“Do you want to go lie down?” Toni asked.
Bridget shook her head, “Let’s get a couple of shots. I’ll sleep when the sun comes up.”
* * * *
Thomas sat Bridget down at the long farmhouse table in the kitchen and placed some audio equipment within her reach. The redhead just leaned her forehead into her hand while Thomas powered up and adjusted the settings. Mike levelled the camera tripod and tested the ambient light levels for the night-vision camera. Toni leant back against the sink, thankful for the darkened room. The idea of giving Thomas an explicit account of her ghost sex had left her completely mortified.
Mike stepped aside and Thomas peered into the camera that the stand-in A/V guy had set up.
Thomas clasped Mike’s shoulder. “Nice.”
Thomas walked to the sink and stood beside Toni. Mike was peering through the viewfinder. He motioned for Thomas to move left. Thomas advanced an inch at a time until Mike held up his palm then gave a thumbs up.
“Camera,” Thomas said.
“Rolling,” Mike answered.
Thomas’ voice took on a sombre tone when he said, “Toni, you’ve had some unusual encounters in this room—the kitchen. You’ve told us about the television turning on and switching channels of its own accord, and the telephone dialling itself. But, there’s more. Isn’t there?”
Toni could only nod.
Thomas placed his hand—the one away from the camera—on Toni’s shoulder. “Toni, there’s no shame here. You didn’t choose these encounters. They chose you. Please, tell us what happened.”
Toni closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath through her nose. “Just minutes before the Paranormal Research Team pulled into the driveway, I was standing right here, doing dishes. I’d just finished and I was about to go into the parlour to watch for you when I felt something…someone…come up behind me and push me down over the sink.”
Toni paused when she heard a soft moan. No one else seemed to notice, so she continued.
“I felt hands on my waist and…on my breasts.”
Toni heard the moan again. It was hard to tell in the
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