Disclaimer: I'm not Meg Cabot, I don't own these characters, so stop rubbing it in already!

I'm gonna switch over to Suze's POW

I cleared my throat…

I'm gonna get ya, I'm gonna eat ya

Well that had no affect. "Excuse me"

"Are you talking to me?" the ghost asked without removing his finger from his nose.

"Yes," I myself could not draw my eyes from his finger from his oh-so-cute nose.

"Y-y-you can see me?"

"Yes, I'm a mediator. I can see you just like I can see any normal human being, and if you don't stop, well, um chanting I'm gonna go crazy."

I supposed this was the first time he realized his finger was still, well where it was because he promptly pulled it out and hid it behind his back. That's right ghostie if it can't see me I cant see it.

Now that he I wasn't fixated on his finger I looked him up and down. I'll admit I like what I was. He was extremely hot. He looked like he died a long time ago, judging by his cowboy outfint.

"I'm Susannah Simon," I said. I then stuck my hand to shake his.

"Jesse de Silva."

He pulled his hand out from behind his back to shake my hand. No way in hell was I going to touch that hand ever. Not to self, stay away from his right hand.

"Well, ok then, it's late and if you'll be quiet I'm going to sleep."

"Good night, Susannah," Jesse whispered. He took my hand in his right!

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And brought it to his lips to kiss it!

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I know what's been in there! I hate old-time manners.

He dematerialized and I ran to the sink. I spent 10 minutes washing that hand. I wasn't satisfied until my hand was red and what was left of my skin was threatening to rub off.

I then got into be and prayed he wouldn't come and hand rape me while I was asleep.

With that comforting thought I passed out from 1-week worth of exhaustion.

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