Sex with a Ghost 1&2

To say her answer didn't catch me off guard will be a lie, I was totally blown off. Heaven might denote innocence but she couldn't be a virgin. It was too hard to believe that she never had a man between her legs. But if that was true, it will be a thing of great honour and pride to be the first man to taste the forbidden fruit between her legs.

"You don't believe me?" she inquired, mistrust in her eyes, obstructing the flow of my thought.

"I don't really know what to say" I disclosed.

"I was joking" she giggled softly. It sounded like a church bell from a mile away.

"Oh, I thought as much" I uttered as my previous fantasy died a quick death.

"It is my turn to ask a question" she stated. In response, I nodded.

"Why are you not married?"

"I don't really know…" I murmured slowly, wondering where that question was coming from. Has the Lord begun revealing my intentions to her? Maybe it was her mother. She must have whispered it to her.

"Still searching for that special one…" I insisted.

"Do you have a spirit wife?" she blurted.

"What do you mean?" I pretended not to know what she was asking.

"Like do you see a woman in your dreams?"

"Everybody sees a woman in their dreams" I retorted.

She gave me a don't-mess-me-look, "You know what I'm talking about"

Giving up pretending, I asked, "You mean like whether I have sex in my dreams?"

"Yes," she agreed, "Maybe you have a spirit wife" she cautioned returning her glass to her lips.

"Common, you are tall, good-looking, clear-skinned, brown eyes, with a disarming smile. You are exactly the kind of people a spirit wife would want." She paused, searching my face for any kind of feedback, but I feed her none. She continued "You see Pastor Alex; it doesn't matter whether you are a pastor or not, if you have an angry spirit wife, she will prevent you from getting married. She might provide you with money and fame, but will always prevent you from getting married…"

This wasn't what I pictured while getting dressed for this date. Who goes out on a date and discuss Spiritual wives? I chewed on. The topic was making me ill at ease, but she seems to enjoy it so I played along.

"So what do you reckon?" I inquired from the lady.

"The long-lasting solution is to please the spirit. Do whatever she is requiring from you?"

"Ok," I thought aloud, "how do I find out what she wants?"

"Common, Pastor Alex, it is common knowledge. Everyone knows Spirit wives or husbands are water beings. To please them, you go to a riverside wearing white and throw things like Fanta, Fruits, and dolls into the river from time to time" she responded freaking me out.

"How come you know so much about spirit wives?" I asked.

She kept the empty glass on the table. Took a deep breath and began "One fateful evening before my father died, I was trekking back home from work when a lady came out from nowhere and stopped me. At first, she asked what the time was. I took a quick glance at my wristwatch and told her what the time was.

She thanked me and said we are sisters from the same place. At first, I thought she was confusing me for someone from her home town, so I quickly told her where I'm from. But she said no, that she wasn't talking about a physical place. I became confused and told her I don't understand what she was saying.

"So you don't know you are from the water?" she asked with a sinister look. I shook my head in ignorance. That was the first time of me hearing about a water child. She went on to tell me that while both of us are from the water, some people are from the desert, others iron and even forest. And that I can get anything I want from the water by pleasing it from time to time by offering certain sacrifices to it…"

"Did you offer any sacrifice to the water goddess?" I asked cutting her story short.

"No… God forbid" she snapped.

"Why?"

"Not long after the encounter, I discovered she was mentally challenged"

"Hmmm", I murmured finding her story hard to digest.

"I can see this is making you uncomfortable," she said as the waiter returned with our dinner. The sweet aroma of fried rice and chicken filled the air. He placed it on the table and was about to leave when Heaven ordered for a stronger drink.

The waiter returned with a bottle of Baron De Val. Opened it and poured her a full glass, turned to me and offered to pour me a glass.

"I don't drink alcohol" I blurted.

"Keep the bottle" Heaven ordered.

I goggled at her; she ignored me and began her meal, imbibing the alcohol with almost every spoon. When I tried to open another topic, she didn't answer me. In fact, her sole focus was on the food, she didn't even raise her eyes up to look at me anymore. She was angry at me, I could tell.

The rest of the dinner was a quiet one with us barely talking to each other. Shortly, after she was done eating we went left DeliciousBite at about 9:00 pm and returned to my place with Heaven slightly drank.