Ghostly Vibrations
By Maya Anders
There was a light covering of snow on the gravel parking lot of the big old mansion. Roxy eased her car carefully into a narrow space between a large black SUV and a small red convertible. Stepping out, her ears were assailed by the thumping music and raucous laughter of the wild party underway inside. The light from the impressive gothic windows cast flickering shadows over the parking lot.
Roxy looked around for the footpath she’d been told about. As she did so, three tall, fashionably dressed young men piled out of the SUV. All three of them gawped in her direction. To be more specific, they gawped in the direction of her bosom.
She was used to having men stare at her breasts. They were worth staring at, their prodigious size accentuated by her athl
