Sam stared at the space where a moment ago Evie had stood. Was she still there, staring back at him? Probably. More importantly, had she really said she wanted him to have s*x with her?
He didn't think that would be a hardship. His raging hard-on was shouting for joy.
Tomorrow, she'd said, she'd have a little longer. He glanced at his watch. 12:06. She'd been here for just under six minutes.
Last night he'd seen her vanish at about 12:03.
Did that mean her time doubled every night until Halloween? Sam wasn't a math whiz - being an art major, he hadn't had to be - but he figured that meant by Halloween she'd have the whole day, or most of it anyway. Ten or twelve hours the day before. Yeah, he could do a lot in that amount of time to teach her about the joys of s*x. Tomorrow, though, wi
