CHAPTER TEN

Puffing his pipe behind his desk, Ray was busy reading up on random ghost events from the past and present. His half-moon reading glasses reflected the lamp's light that sat next to. His phone rang and he let it ring, after all the store was closed, but the ringing wouldn't stop. With a large inhale on his pipe he let the smoke out and he answered it.

"Ray's Occult, You want it we Stock it." He went over his rehersed line.

"Ray, this is Dana." She told him on the other line. He set his pipe down and became interested. "Ray, have you seen my Grandmother recently? She usually shops at your store. Well, it seems I can't get a hold of her."

"How long ago was this?" Ray began to get worried.

"I don't know, maybe about two weeks ago I tried calling her on her birthday, but she didn't answer. I can't get over there to see her, but if you can see what's going one, that would be real sweet of you." She asked of him, his eyes got large from her speech.

"Uh, don't worry Dana. I'm sure she's fine. But I'll get on that." Ray told her, knowing well off that he may have hit her with a rock. He jung up and began puffing furiously on his pipe and tried to get the talk with her out of his mind.

"Ray's Occult. This is Ray speaking." Ray never left his shop that day, especially when Peter was in his moods. He was tired but his bed was at the Firehouse, in fact his whole life was the Firehouse. He never really got over Peter selling his house for it, but the pole was the best thing out of it.

"The master must have a body for the coming of the age." A faint voice said on the other line. It was hard to make out, but Ray was sure of it. "SedgeWick..." The phone went dead. Ray kept the reciever to his ear to wait for more, but the other line had hung up. Slowly he hung the phone up and looked down at his paper pad. He had scribbled notes but they turned into doodles of Slimer. Taking the time to think he had enough of Peter and his PMS issues. Turning the lamp off on the desk he grabbed his keys and headed back to Peter's Apartment.

East Street, 45th Ave., Room 47. Ray, knocked on the door and waited. No answer. With a harder knock, he heard noises from the other side of the door. With a quick swing on it's hinges, Peter stood half dressed and half awake. He's constant five o'clock shadow was more promiment in the morning.

"Ray? What is it this time?" He said and waved him into the dirty apartment. It was amazing that any human would live in such filth and still be able to come to work dresses in good clothes. Peter slumped in his kitchen chair and sleepily looked at Ray.

"Pete, you're never going to believe this. This morning, I got phone call that said and I quote, "The master must have a body for the coming of age." End quote. I think that'll there might be something of importantance at the Sedgewick." Ray pulled out a chair and sat next to Peter, who was just blinking to keep awake. He shrugged and put his head on the table.

"I think...We need to call Spengler in on this one." Ray said quietly and low. Peter however heard every word and woke up fast.

"We don't need him, we can take on the hotel ourselves!" Peter got mad at Ray, who was still keeping his head down.

"Pete, we can't. We need his help and you know it." Ray told him with the best tone of authority he could muster.

Peter knew they needed Egon. He knew HE needed Egon. But he was headstrong when it came to such things as this. He never liked to go back on his word, never. But a small part of him told him they can't be the Ghostbusters without Egon. A human can't live with out the Brains, the Heart and the Body, and Egon was that Brain that kept the Ghostbusters alive.

"Peter, I know that there is a strong disliking of Egon right now, but you need to grow up and think about what is right, instead of what YOU think is right." Ray got up in a hurry and pushed the chair back. He made his way to the door and gave Peter one last look. He left the man feeling confused, confused about his feelings over everything. Getting up, he walked to the window and watched Ray drive the Ecto back to the firehouse. He never drove a regular car ever since he spent thousands on that old Ambulance and the time he spent making it into the car he sees now.

Shaking his head, Peter went back to his bedroom and went to his closet, he pulled out a shoe box. If the other men found out he held a Memory Box in his closet like a woman he would be laughed at to no end. Resting down on his bed he opened it. Neatly organized, a true difference between his home and his thoughts. He carefully pulled out his old college days photo of him and his friends. They weren't always friends, though. He met Ray when they shared an apartment together. Ray was a really nice and bubbly guy that got him into the paranormal studies. Really, Peter just went into it because there was a hot girl in the class that he was chasing after. Ray had another friend named Egon Spengler, he was a real stiff and was not sure of Peter. But he gave into having him as a friend when Venkman helped him get rid of a bully that constantly picked on him. In return, Spengler helped him get through the many years of college and helped the years after.

Peter had a sick feeling in his stomach, just as he needed Egon then, Egon needed him now. And he was into himself more than listening to others; Ray was right, he was acting like a prick, but that was the only way he knew how to act, Expecially around people he liked. But was it right for Peter to 'like' Egon this way? More than a friend but less than a spouse, his head hurt. He fell back to his pillow and held a recent photo of him and the sweater vest clad man. A small smile was on Egon's lips, those smooth lips. Venkman remembered the days before this of him and Egon in the backroom kissing, he was so dominate, so incontrol over him. Peter never had that feeling over him, the feel of another man pressing his hips against his. The feel of another probing his mouth, all of that felt right. But Ray...he thought about the day Ray took advantage of him. He wasn't one for sex with another man, but that seemed right, everything fit just right. Ray was in him, he was in Ray, and to think Egon was with Ray; so doing Ray was like being with Egon, right? No, nothing was like being with him and even though he got a small taste of him, Peter now thought that he'd never. Not after the way he treated him, he was so stupid. But a Venkman never goes back on his word, he wasn't going to talk to Egon for as long as he could.

He studied the photo and he cracked a smile. The very thought of the night when he saw a hot and sweaty Egon in bed made him blush. To think, he spent his beginning years in the same room as him and Ray, and he never thought of them as attractive until now. Peter's cheeks became hot and he felt his heart beat pick up, the uncontrolable surge went over his whole body. He felt the tip of his penis begin to swell, he was becoming excited over a photo of Egon, but he didn't want to stop. The racing of his heart and the feeling of his penis becoming erect made him just lose it. He slowly undid his bathrobe and pulled his underwear down. He wasn't at full staff, but he would make it. He reached down and began to rub his foreskin over the tip. Each rub he made, the harder he got, then he imagined Egon touching him, then he imagined touching Egon. He moaned as his dick began to arch onto his body, he sat up and began to pump his hand over himself slowly, his free hand reached into his dresser next to the bed and got his face lotion. He quickly put it in his hand and began to twist around his hot erection. Each twist was making him closer to the end, he wanted to savour this feeling. He dropped his hands and watched his dick twitch as his heart beated. He again grabbed his dick and began to forcfully pump it, until his jizz came out. It slowly came and covered his hand and went down his phallus to his ballsac. He didn't feel complete, he didn't feel satified. But he had to have felt something; he felt lonely.