Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2013 10:18:32 -0500 From: Jim Vance Subject: The Lovers and the Ghost - 1 The Lovers and the Ghost By Jim Vance Copyright 2012 by Jim Vance jimvance2@hotmail.com http://jimvance.weebly.com Please donate to Nifty to continue reading stories like this http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can see a list of my stories under my name at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/frauthors.html One Frank sat on his recliner with his twelve year old son Tad on his lap. There was a blanket over the two. The two were naked under the blanket, but only they knew that. Frank stroked his son's erection with one finger while they smiled at each other. Michelle, his wife was on her way to work. She worked on the night shift at the hospital just two miles down the street from their house. "Aren't you a little old to be sitting on your father's lap? You're what eight now?" she asked her son. He laughed. It was a game he and his mom played. Tad was twelve. "If he likes it and I like it, why not?" Frank said to her. She kissed both of them before heading to the garage for her car. Once they heard the car drive off, Tad pressed his mouth to his father's. His father's tongue entered his mouth. They kissed as lovers, which they were. Tad felt his father's large, strong, hairy body. It made him feel safe to have such a big masculine man as a father and a lover. Tad moaned softly as his father's large hands caressed his body. Tad actually trembled with pleasure. Frank was six-foot six. His wife was petite, measuring only five-foot one. Their son took after his mother. He was small for his age, only forty inches tall, and would never be a large man. The huge disparity in their sizes excited Frank tremendously. His son was similar to his mother in every way, except one. While Michelle was almost indifferent to sex, Tad was as horny as his father. His son initiated sex constantly, any time he thought they could get away with it. Every time his wife left the room, his son unzipped Frank's pants and reached inside for his favorite toy. Since his wife avoided looking at Frank's crotch, he assumed she didn't notice the fact that he was always hard when she entered a room. The pair would spend this evening as they did most evenings, making love until it was time to sleep. Tad loved making his father come and he had become very, very good at it. Tad's roving hand settled on one of his father's nipples, almost hidden below black fur on Frank's chest. He pulled on it as they kissed. Tad could feel his father's erection under him. He grinned as he thought about how much fun they would have. Frank slipped his hand under his son and fingered his hole. Tad had applied plenty of Vaseline to it. "That's yours, Daddy." "I know and I am a lucky man." "I wonder if we can fit that big cock of yours in my tiny hole." Frank chuckled. "You mean like we somehow manage to do every evening?" Tag grinned and sighed. "I love your cock, Dad. I really do!" "Oh, I am aware of just how much you love it. After all, you wrote a poem about it." They both laughed. Tad recited it for his proud dad. "My best friend is Pete. Though we must be discrete. He's attached to my dad. And he loves when I'm bad. He has only one eye. But his looks make me sigh. He feeds me each day. In my favorite way. Once he goes deep inside. I am ready for a ride." "Oh! You've added two lines!" "Yes. I want to keep making it grow." Tad grinned. "The poem." "You don't want to make Pete grow?" "Pete is always full grown. You told me he gets soft sometimes, but I've never seen him that way." Frank laughed. "That's because he loves you so much." "We had to do a poem yesterday for school. I really wanted to use this one." "Your teacher would have a heart attack." Pete was the name Tad had given his father's cock. His mother thought Pete was a friend of Tad's from school. Both father and son enjoyed speaking about Pete in front of the boy's mother. The previous day, Tad told his mom, "Pete and I played hide and seek, Mom." "Did you both have a good time?" his mom asked. "Oh, yes. But we stopped when you got back from the store." "I hope I am going to meet Pete soon. Your father seems fond of him." "We both are," Frank had said. Once his mother had asked how big Pete was. She was very conscious of her son's small stature and was protective of him. "He's ten and a half," Tad said. He knew. He and his father measured Pete with a ruler. "Almost eleven," Frank added, smugly. Another time, his mother suggested inviting Pete to spend the night with Tad. Both Tad and Frank thought that was a simply wonderful idea. "Won't that be great, son?" Frank asked. "Yes, Dad!" "You would both have to sleep in your bed. Do you think Pete would mind?" she asked Tad. "No. Mom. I think Pete would love that!" Tad switched to pulling his father's other nipple. He slid his other hand down his father's hairy belly to his thick pubic hair. "Pete is drooling, Tad." "Yum!" "Oh! That's right! You love it when he drools!" "I do. I love it even more when he spits in my mouth!" "I have a feeling he will do that at least twice this evening." Frank laughed at the huge grin that appeared on his son's face. He sighed contentedly. How many fathers could make their sons happy simply by ejaculating into their mouths? "You are Pete's absolute favorite person. As a matter of fact, you are the only person he really likes." Tad sighed. He was happy. Tad ran his hands over his father's broad shoulders. They kissed again. "Did your balls work hard today at work?" Tad asked. "They always do. They know there is a hungry little boy at home. And he must be fed." "Must-always-be-fed!" Tad said. They laughed. Tad stroked his father's stubbly cheek before playfully licking his dad's lips. They kissed again, and that was another thing they had in common. They both loved to kiss and they spent a lot of time doing it. Tad reached under him for his father's cock. The end was wet. Pete really was drooling. Tad pulled the blanket off them and leaned back to admire his sexy father. Frank basked in his son's lust. His son worshipped his body. Between orgasms, his son loved licking and kissing every inch of his father's body. His son even rimmed him, which was something no one else had ever done to Frank. The touch of his son's small tongue on his shithole could always make Frank's cock painfully hard again, no matter how many times his son had made him come. Frank put his hands behind his head and watched his son's eyes devour him. "You want me." "I do, Dad. More than anything." "Some boys like sports, games, toys." "They don't have what I have." "No," Frank said. "I have exactly what I want." "Do you, Tad? Don't you ever wish we were off somewhere together, just the two of us?" Frank asked. "Somewhere we could be ourselves, without listening for the car or footsteps?" Tad did wish that. He imagined his dad divorcing his mom. He would then move in with his dad. He knew he might miss her, but he could talk to her on the phone. "If you divorced Mom, could I live with you?" Frank sighed. "Probably not until you are a little older. Why? Do you want me to?" "I don't know. Maybe. Then we could be alone as often as we wanted. I wish we had been able to go camping." Frank nodded. He and Tad had planned a camping trip together. They actually planned to check into a hotel and have sex all weekend. Michelle decided she wanted to go, which ruined the whole thing. "Someday we will, I promise you." Tad got down on the floor between his father's legs. He looked at his father's cock and then leaned forward and kissed it. He admired his father's balls which hung low and rested on the seat of his recliner. They were still nice and smooth. Frank enjoyed the moment. His son loved looking at his cock, and he had since the first time Frank showed it to him. He recalled that first time. He entered his son's room with the intention of explaining sex to him and the hope of much, much more. His son's eyes widened when Frank pulled his underwear down. Tad had been making Frank hard for months, so of course, his cock was very stiff. Tad gasped. Then he ran delicate fingers over it, making Frank gasp. He remembered how shocked he was when Tad leaned forward and kissed it. It was love at first sight. Fifteen minutes after he entered his son's bedroom, he had fed his son his first mouthful of spunk. His son smacked his lips and asked his shocked but pleased father for more. Later that night, after his wife was asleep, he carefully got out of bed and went back into his son's bedroom. He slipped into his son's bed naked. His son woke and was delighted to find his father there. He was even more delighted to find him naked. He undressed quickly and was naked in his father's arms in seconds. They shared their first passionate kiss that night. By the time he left his son's room, he had come three more times, and his son made him promise they would do it every night. Frank's life changed completely after that. His wife commented several times about his newfound happiness. Only Frank and his son knew why. Frank's own introduction to sex was not nearly as smooth. He woke one night when he was twelve to find his naked father climbing on top of him. He had no idea why. When his father pushed his tongue into Frank's mouth, he was in shock. Soon he responded to his father's kiss, however. His father rolled him onto his stomach and pulled Frank's pajama bottoms off. He told him to be brave and forced his greased cock into Frank's hole. He covered Frank's mouth and kept saying, "Shh, shh." It hurt terribly at first His father stayed still until some of the pain subsided. "Better?" his dad asked. Frank nodded. His father began fucking him and Frank started to enjoy it. When his father called him his beautiful, beautiful son as he fucked him, Frank was actually proud. After his father came inside him, they kissed for almost an hour. Then his father fucked him on his back and Frank could see his father's face as he fucked him. Frank ran his hands over his father's body, just as Tad loved to do. For the next six years, his father visited him twice a week, on Fridays and on Tuesdays. He never knew why his father chose those days, or why only twice a week. For his thirteenth birthday present, his father allowed Frank to fuck him, but only that once. His father complained the entire time. Frank's cock was already bigger than his father's when he was thirteen. Frank planned to give his son the same present. He had a feeling Tad would refuse. Tad loved being fucked, despite the pain. Frank had never been nearly as enthusiastic about being fucked. The first time Frank fucked Tad, he spent two hours carefully stretching his anus. He was determined not to cause his son pain. When his son grew impatient and insisted he fuck him, he finally pushed inside. He could tell Tad was in pain, but Tad told him it was worth it. After Frank came, he whispered, "Now we are lovers," in Tad's ear. His son moaned and kissed him. Frank was brought back to the present when Tad pulled the foreskin down and admired the head. Then he wrapped both hands around the shaft and began licking the head. He gave it a thorough tongue bath. Tad loved the velvety feeling of the head of his father's cock. It felt so nice against his tongue. Frank thought it felt pretty damn nice, too. Then, Frank sighed as his son's mouth enveloped his erection. He looked into his son's eyes as he was fellated. There was a question in those eyes. Frank knew the question was, am I doing it right, Daddy? Frank nodded and his son's eyes crinkled. His son began his work. He sucked the head and about an inch of the shaft while he stroked the shaft with both hands. Frank thrust his crotch toward his lover. After a couple of minutes, Tad pulled off the cock and began sucking his father's balls. Two months earlier, Tad began shaving Frank's balls once a week. Tad loved the extra intimacy with his father, and he also loved sucking on the smooth skin. Michelle still hadn't noticed. He didn't expect she ever would. They heard a siren going down the street. Then another. Tad got a panicky feeling. He let his father's balls slip from his mouth. "Something's wrong, Dad!" "It's probably another car wreck." They heard another siren. Tad climbed back onto his father's lap. He hugged his father. Frank could feel him trembling. He pulled his son's mouth to his and they kissed. He let his son suck on his tongue. That calmed the boy. Frank pulled his cock up against his belly. His son began petting it, so Frank knew he was fine. Frank began stroking Tad's cock with his thumb and a finger. Tad closed his eyes and smiled. His son climbed back down and resumed his cocksucking. Sex between the lovers was always silent. Frank didn't like that, but was a necessity, considering how often they had sex when his wife was in the next room. Frank was approaching his first orgasm of the evening. He thought about slowing his son down, but before he even decided, his son took him over the edge. Frank grabbed the arms of the recliner and stretched out his legs as he came hard, shooting into his son's mouth. Tad moaned around his cock and Frank smiled as he heard his son gulping down his spunk. Frank panted and Tad moaned from the pleasure of their act. Like every orgasm with his son, it was intense. It was as if his balls had a mind of their own and were determined to give his son all they could. Frank breathed heavily as his ejaculations slowed, and then ended. He smiled at Tad who let his cock slip from his mouth. A strand of saliva mixed with cum still connected the two of them. Tad held his mouth open so his father could see his spunk in his mouth. Frank looked at the semen that coated his son's tongue and lower teeth. His semen. He had fed him a lot. It gave Frank a feeling of complete satisfaction. "Nice! You can swallow it now." Tad swallowed and grinned at his father. He looked at his dad's cock. There was some cum on it. Tad licked all of it off while Frank sighed with contentment. The doorbell rang. "Go put your pajamas on," Frank told his son. Frank put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and went to answer the door. He waited a moment for his erection to soften. Then he opened the door. A policeman was at the door. "Mr. Rimaldi?" "Yes." "Are you the husband of Michelle Rimaldi?" "Yes." "I'm sorry to-" Frank listened to his words in shock. His wife was dead. A driver, presumably drunk, hit her car, killing them both. The policeman offered his condolences and walked away. Frank stared out the door for several minutes before closing it. He walked to his son's bedroom. "It's bad, isn't it?" he asked his father. Frank nodded. Tad began crying. "I had a feeling something bad happened." "It's your mom." As Tad cried, Frank took his son in his arms. They held each other for a while. They went back to his recliner and Tad sat on his lap. "She's dead?" "Yes, baby." Tad cried for a long time while his father hugged him and offered what comfort he could. Frank pulled Tad's pajama top off and Tad climbed down. The boy undressed, so Frank did too. Then the two of them cuddled under the blanket. Frank rubbed his son's back until he fell asleep. Then he sat and thought. Tad woke up when the phone rang. Frank reached over and picked it up. "Is Michelle there? This is Evelyn." Evelyn was Michelle's boss. "No, Evelyn." Frank put his hand on the receiver. "Go get me a drink of water, will you?" Frank asked his son. He didn't want him to hear. "Michelle was in a car wreck. We just heard. She died." "Oh, my god! Oh, I am so, so sorry." "Thanks. Tad is not doing well. I have to go." Frank hung up as Tad brought his water. "Thank you, Tad. Are you hungry, baby?" "No, Dad." "Do you want to go to bed?" "I don't want to be alone." "You can sleep with me now." "Really?" "Absolutely. I really want you to." Tad smiled at his Dad. "Every night?" "Every night!" "Dad, I was wishing it would be just the two of us-" Tad started crying. Frank picked him up and held him. "Did I?" Tad said, between sobs. "Do you mean did you have anything to do with it?" Tad nodded. "No. You should know that wishes don't come true. And even if they did come true, you didn't wish that she die, did you?" Tad shook his head and sniffed. "Your mother is in heaven. It is a very nice place. Try to remember that. And remember that she wants you to be happy. Even now." Tad nodded. "Thanks, Dad." Frank felt a little guilty. He was very sorry Michelle died, but he wasn't sorry at all that she didn't live with them anymore. He would have divorced her in a second if he had been certain he would get custody of Tad. He stopped loving her right around the time she kicked her brother out of their lives. He was the last remaining relative of either one of them that was still welcome in their house. Once she kicked him out, they were isolated from both of their families. Tad wasn't allowed to even speak to any of them on the phone. No one was good enough for Michelle. "Come on. I'm going to make myself a sandwich." Tad climbed off him and Dan got up. They walked into the kitchen. "Are you going to get cold naked?" he asked his son. "I'm not cold. Are you?" "No." Tad grinned and said, "Oh good!" "Is it good because you want to look at your Daddy?" "Yes. You're so handsome!" Frank laughed. "You were looking at my cock when you said that!" "Well, you know how much I love Pete." "I do. And it makes me very, very happy. And guess what?" "What?" "You can change your poem about him. We don't have to be discrete." Tad kissed Frank's cock and Frank grinned. Frank opened the refrigerator and pulled out the remains of a roast. He supposed he and Tad would have to do the cooking. "I will cook for us, Dad," his son said, as if reading his mind. "I watched Mom cook lots of times." "That's great. If it is OK with you, I would like you to take over washing the clothes, too." "OK." "We will grocery shop and clean the house together." "That sounds like fun! You won't need to wear clothes for that, Dad." "Maybe I should," Frank said, playfully. "No! They might get dirty and then I would have to wash them!" Frank laughed. "I know, but the people at the grocery store might not like it!" "I meant cleaning the house!" "Oh. I can wear clothes to the grocery store?" "Yes, Daaaad." They both laughed. While Frank made his sandwich, Tad began jacking him off. He reached his other hand between his father's legs from behind and wrapped it around his father's balls. Frank could feel Tad's erection pressing against his leg. "We can do this all the time now, can't we?" Tad asked as he stroked him. Frank sighed. "Yes, baby. We can stop hiding. We can sleep together, take showers together, and do anything we want. I want to spend every minute that I can with you. We don't have to be quiet during sex, either." Tad looked up at him and smiled. "That sounds perfect, Dad." "I know. It does." Tad was stroking him and he was getting close. "Do you think you would like to spend a couple of days in a hotel?" "If you want. I'll be happy wherever you are." Frank tilted his head back and groaned. Tad grinned. He knew what that meant. He took the head of his father's cock in his mouth while he continued stroking. Frank moaned loudly as he came in his boy's mouth. "Phew!" Frank said. Tad held his mouth open and Frank looked inside and smiled. Then Tad swallowed. "Did you enjoy that, Daddy?" "Very, very much. Thank you, baby!" Frank took a bite of his sandwich. Tad moved behind him. He admired his father's back side. His father had hair on his back and Tad thought that was so cool. He looked at his father's hairy butt and knelt. He pulled his father's cheeks apart and began rimming him. Frank's eyes rolled back in his head. Then he took another bite of his sandwich. Despite having come twice, his cock was completely stiff. He pulled his son up. "Sit on my lap while I eat." "OK Daddy." Frank sat and Tad climbed onto his lap. Frank pulled his cock up against his belly, so Tad could play with it, if he wanted. Tad wrapped an arm around his father's neck. "Do you want a bite?" Frank held his sandwich up to Tad who took a small bite. He grinned at his father while he chewed. Tad ran his fingers through the hair on his dad's chest. He looked sad, though, not excited as he usually was by his father's body. Frank was glad Tad was not crying. He wondered if it would hit him later. He expected a lot of tears. He would be there for Tad, though, and they would be together. "I love you, baby." "I love you, Daddy." Frank saw a tear drip down his son's face. I will miss Mommy, but I have you." "You will always have me. We will be closer than we have ever been, and that's good isn't it?" Tad nodded. "You won't ever sleep alone again." Tad smiled. "I will be your wife now, Daddy." "That is what I want, baby. It is what I have wanted for a while. Every night when I went to sleep, I wished you were in my arms." "I wished the same thing, Daddy." "I know. Now we will be. Every night. I'll hold you in my arms the whole night." "Will you still want me to be your wife when I'm older?" "Yes, for my whole life." Tad smiled and sighed. "Will you miss fucking pussy?" "Where did you hear that?" "Boys at school." "No. You are the only person I want. I certainly don't want a woman. You make me completely happy in every way." "Good." Frank finished his sandwich. "Can we cuddle more before you fuck me?" "We can do anything you want. I love cuddling. You know that." They got up and walked back to Frank's recliner. Frank put the blanket over them. Tad pressed his mouth to his dad's and they kissed. Frank really was completely happy. He felt guilty about that, but he and his son could finally live as lovers, instead of hiding as lovers. Frank pushed a finger into his son. Tad kept his hole greased and ready for a quick fuck. Frank's finger slipped inside his son easily. Tad moaned as their kiss ended. Tad's hole had been stretched by Frank's cock many times. He wondered how many times he had fucked Tad. It had to be over a hundred times. Many more times than he had fucked Michelle, he was sure. His wife thought twice a week was a lot. His son felt twice a day was not enough. He must have pumped gallons of jizz into his son. "What are you smiling about, Daddy?" "I was thinking about how much cum I have shot in you since we started having sex." "I bet it's a lot!" "Oh, I am certain of that!" "Will I get more now?" Frank chuckled. "You want more?" "I want you to have as much sex with me as you did with Mom." "What a horrible idea!" "Why?" "I usually only had sex with her once a week." Tad's eyes widened. "It was a bad idea!" They both laughed. "I don't understand how she could keep her hands off you." "She didn't love me as much as you do." "That's a shame." "It didn't bother me. Sex is much, much better with you than it ever was with her." Tad grinned at him. "Why don't you sit on my cock, facing me?" Tad got in position. Frank held his cock up and his son reached under to aim it at his hole. They both moaned as Tad sat down on his father's cock. Frank pulled Tad's mouth to his and they kissed as Frank's big dick slowly entered his son. Tad pulled away to moan. "Does it hurt too much?" "It's so big!" Tad's eyes were clinched tightly. Frank knew it hurt. It had to. "I know, baby. If it hurts too much we can stop." Frank always made the offer. His son had never taken it up. It might hurt, but he wanted his father inside him. Finally, Tad was resting on Frank's thighs. They kissed and the kiss went on and on and on. There was no hurry. Tad loved having his father's cock and tongue inside him. Frank ran his hands over his son's back. Tad arched his back. "I love being inside you." "I love it just as much!" "You are the perfect wife, Tad." Tad smiled. "I hope so. I want to make you as happy as you make me." Tad began rubbing his own chest between his nipples. "Does it itch?" "No. I'm trying to rub the head of your cock." Frank laughed. "I guess it is somewhere around there. I never thought about it!" "You cock touches my heart. I should put that on your Valentine's Day card, Dad!" They both laughed. "I love you, baby. I know I shouldn't be, but I'm glad it will just be the two of us. It's what I wanted. I just didn't-" "I know, Dad. You didn't want it this way." "Right. I always hated when we had to stop. All I want to do is hold you and kiss you." "No sex?" Frank laughed. "Sex while I hold and kiss you." "That's better!" Frank pulled his son's mouth to his again and they kissed. Tad was completely happy. He thought about his mother, briefly. Then his dad had his undivided attention again. He moaned as they kissed. Finally, Frank pulled away. He put his hands under Tad's arms. He grinned at his son as he lifted him up. He dropped him and they both groaned. Tad panted. "Too much?" Frank asked. "More, Dad, more!" Frank grinned and did it again. On about the tenth drop, Frank stretched his legs out and came deep inside his son. "Tad!" he yelled. "Shush!" Tad said. "No one will hear!" Frank gasped, as his cum shot into his son. "I forgot!" Tad began moving slightly on his father's cock. He knew exactly how his father liked it. His father came longer if his cock was stroked a little bit while he came. Tad smiled as he looked at the satisfied expression on his dad's face. Frank's head leaned against the chair. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open. When it was completely over, his dad looked at him and grinned. "All the best sex I have ever had has been with you, baby." "I'm glad." "Baby, every night can be like this. Once your homework is done, we can spend the evening making love and then climb into bed together when we are sleepy." "It sounds heavenly, Dad." "It's what I have wanted since that very first time." "The day I met Pete." "Right!" Tad rested his head on his dad's shoulder. He fell asleep. Frank's stiff cock was still inside his son. Frank decided to let him sleep a while before fucking him again. It made Frank very happy that his son could sleep with his cock inside him. He had never fallen asleep on it before. He thought it would be nice to spend the entire night inside his son. Frank woke feeling his son licking his lips. He had fallen asleep, too. He grinned at him and they kissed again. Tad began moving on his cock. They both moaned as they kissed. They pulled apart and grinned at each other. Tad leaned back and admired his father's hairy torso. He pulled on both his dad's nipples. "You are perfect Dad. I love everything about you." Frank smirked at his son. "It's true. Your father is a stud." Tad laughed. "You shouldn't brag, Daddy." He smiled at his son. "OK." Tad leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "You are a stud." "I'm your stud." "I know! It's so great!" "And you are my little beauty. You aren't a stud, but I think you are the most beautiful person on Earth." Frank looked at the clock. It was nine. "Are you ready to go to sleep?" "I guess. There will be school tomorrow." "You aren't going. I won't be going to work." "Because of Mom?" "Right. There are things I need to arrange." "Can I go with you?" "Of course, baby! From now on we will always be together. Always!" "Except for school." "Right. No school tomorrow and that means we will spend every second together. Well, except." "Except what?" "You might need to take a dump." Tad laughed. "You probably will, too!" "It's possible!" They both laughed. "I think that is a good plan, Daddy." "Tad, I really do want to spend every second with you. If we aren't having sex, I want to at least be holding you." Tad smiled and sighed. "Do you want my load in your cunt or in your mouth?" "My mouth." Frank grinned at him. He lifted his son slowly off his cock and put him down. He got up. "Sit on the chair." Tad did and opened his mouth. "A little bird is hungry," Frank said. "Feed him Daddy!" Frank stroked his cock. "I plan to." Tad held his father's balls in his cupped hands. He stared at his father's cock. Frank smiled at the intent, eager expression on his son's face. Tad began gently squeezing his dad's balls, the way he liked. Frank was getting close. His son somehow knew. He stuck his tongue out. Frank rested the head of his cock on his son's tongue and that triggered his orgasm. He watched his cum shoot into his son's eager mouth. Four powerful spurts, followed by trickles. It was his fifth orgasm of the day. Tad had blown him that morning and he had come four times that evening. Frank grinned. They would have the entire day together tomorrow. He wondered if Tad could make him come seven times. He was sure he could make six. His orgasm ended and Tad closed his mouth and swallowed. Then he looked up and smiled at his father. "Did you like that, baby?" "It was yummy, Dad." "Good." Frank went into the bathroom and wiped his cock with a wet towel. "In case you want a midnight snack," he said to Tad. "Wow! Now we really can! No sneaking!" Frank nodded, smiling. They went into Frank's bedroom. He decided to change the sheets. He didn't want to smell his wife, he only wanted to only smell Tad. He pulled the covers off the bed and got sheets out of the hall closet. The two of them put the sheets and pillowcases on the bed. They were both already naked, so they got in bed. Frank kissed his son, then reached over and turned out the light. He pulled his son tightly against him and his son tried to push himself even closer. Frank lay one of his legs over him and his son sighed. They were finally close enough. He kissed the back of Tad's head and they slept. Frank woke from a crashing sound. It sounded like it came from the kitchen. He heard something moving. He got out of bed carefully, trying to get his arm out from under Tad without waking him up. He did it and walked to the dresser. He pulled a pistol out of the drawer and walked quietly into the kitchen. There was no one there. While he watched, he saw a plate slide across the kitchen counter. He stared at it, unable to believe it had moved by itself. Then it fell to the ground and broke. "What?" he heard Tad ask. "Go back in the bedroom." They both watched as a chair slid across the kitchen floor. "Cool! It's like Poltergeist!" Tad said. "The first one, not the second one." Frank stared at his son. He was terrified and his son thought it was cool. "Is that you, Mom?" The room was quiet. Frank looked around. Nothing was moving. Then a drawer slowly opened. Frank saw a knife rise out of it. The knife slowly moved towards him, point first. Frank was frozen in place. The knife was aimed at his heart. "No, Mom! Please!" The knife fell to the ground and Tad picked it up and put it in the sink. "I'll wash it in the morning," Tad said, as though it was the most normal thing in the world. "Come on, Dad. Let's go back to sleep." Tad pulled his father's hand. They walked back to bed. Frank lay down on his back and stared at the ceiling. His son watched him. "Dad? Dad?" His Dad just lay there, staring at the ceiling. "Dad?" Tad pulled on his arm. Tad thought his father was beautiful, so the first thing he thought of was Sleeping Beauty. He knew how to wake Sleeping Beauty! He climbed on top of his father and pressed his mouth to his Dad's. He licked at his Dad's lips. It worked! His Dad wrapped his arms tightly around Tad and pushed his tongue into his son's mouth. They kissed for several minutes. "Are you all right?" Frank asked his son. "Of course! What happened to you?" "We have a ghost!" "I know! It's so great! Mom is still with us! We just can't see her." "And that is a good thing?" "Sure! I would miss her if she was completely gone." `Completely gone' was how he wanted his ex-wife. `Til death do us part' had parted them permanently. Or so he had thought. It was just like Michelle to ignore him while he was alive and pester him after she died!