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*The Next Evening*
"Masquerade? Really? Did you tell them how cliche that was?" her co-worker Sheena, says while handing Sarah a glass of wine, and proceeds to grade papers.
"Oh, now why didn't I think of that?" Sarah bonks herself on the head. Sheena sarcastically laughs putting the wine bottle at the edge of the table while sitting next to her friend.
"Remember our senior prom?" she asks.
"Eeh... Vaguely. Did we even have a set theme?" Sarah asks downing her glass.
"Black and White Ball, remember?" Sheena says smiling in remembrance. "No one on the student council could pick a theme so Principal Hamilton made the universal decision to get us black kids and you white kids to agree on something."
"Yeah, yeah," Sarah nods remembering. "Us kids weren't even the problem. It was the teachers he was really kicking in the butt. We were lucky to have such a progressive principal."
"Mmhmm," Sheena raises a glass before she drinks the rest of it.
Sarah then sighs at the memory. "I couldn't stand it, Sheena."
"What?" Sheena sits back in offence.
"High school." Sarah huffs while pouring another glass. "The name calling, the popularity food chain, the constant worry on everyone's opinion of you, the pimples, the trials and tribulations, and just growing the hell up. I hated it. Especially prom."
"And yet, here you are, teaching in the same high school you were in 15 years ago... in charge of the prom committee."
"I was just questioning my judgement on that yesterday... Why am I actually here, anyway?"
"Because if you left you know that you would leave me in a complete lurch knowing that the last of my sanity would have left with you."
Sarah looks with a knowing grin. "You finished?"
"School was hard, yes, but prom was easy. Slick color scheme, cheap, easy put up meant easy take down, and everyone danced to Thriller at the end of the night. Everyone had a good time."
"Yeah. Everyone who had a date." Sarah looked down in shame.
"Oh," Sheena leaned a sympathetic nod. "Is that why you never go to these kids' proms now?"
"Not entirely," Sarah looked up. "I just don't care for the endless popularity contest that is this stupid promenade."
"You're right. High school wasn't easy. For any of us. Not even us popular kids. And it still isn't."
"It's just so degrading how we treated each other, how these kids still treat each other. Girls are forced into such a sickening stigma of beauty and acceptance, full of fashion and trends and relationships. Girls are either labeled "Prude" or "Slut". And it gets worse every year."
Sheena just refills her glass this time, waiting for Sarah to be finished. "I would like to shower later with the soap in that soapbox of yours, if you are quite finished."
"Well, wouldn't you agree? It saddens me to see what these kids become."
"You're just sour because you were considered prude." Sheena chuckles.
"Prude and weird." Sarah eyeballs her friend. "And you're just making fun of me because you were considered a slut."
"Tease! I was considered a tease." Sheena laughs. "Bitch, get it right!" she slams a throw pillow at Sarah's shoulders.
"That reminds me-" Sarah says. "Is Bruce going to accompany you as a chaperon on prom night?" she smiles.
Sheena's smile lowers. "My husband. I love 'em. But he is a giant idiot. He thinks that if he doesn't go with me every year the kids will try something because "he remembers how he was when he was a senior at prom". I really should have a talk with him about what exactly he meant by that..."
"Aah, the classic Prom king and queen returning to defend their crown?" Sarah laughs. "Glad I won't be there to see the fights that he tries to start."
"What are you talking about?" Sheena pauses.
"I'm... not going-"
"Ooohohoho yes you are, little missy!" Sheena points a finger. "You are in charge of prom this year. You are going to be preparing it and buying for it, putting it up and tearing it down. You are completely in charge and you will go to your own creation even if I have to drag you there myself."
"But Sheena-"
"Are you really-"
"I have no desire to-"
"You are really going to try and get out of it this year?"
"I have never been to a prom here as a teacher. Ever. Why is this year so important?"
"Do you even know why all of the teachers voted you to be apart of the prom committee this year?"
"I was the shortest straw-"
"No." Sheena was nothing but serious now. "One word. Toby."
...
"What?"
"Everyone knew that this was Toby's last year. And since he is your little brother, we thought you'd want to... you know... have a helping hand in... creating his last memories here." Sheena then looks down in shame of her own.
Sarah looks to her friend in both anger and endearment.
"That's so... That's so sweet."
Sheena smiles to her friend.
"Damn it, Sheena! Don't get me started!" Sarah says fanning her face to keep from crying.
"Oh Lord, Sarah he's got, like, two more months of school left. Not including the 3 months of summer you will have. You're fine."
"But it would have been better if he were actually on the committee. It would have been nice to spend that time with him.
"You're in charge. Bring him in there."
"Nah," Sarah dismisses it. "He wouldn't want to be in it. He's doing other things with his time, more valuable things." she faintly smiles. "He's gonna go far Sheena."
"Yeah," Sheena gives Sarah's back a friendly rub. "He's a good kid. Could spend a little more time on his history papers than on his computer and he just might have a chance," Sheena's grin says it all.
"Well, now I have to find a date within the next two months. I don't want to repeat history."
"That's my girl."
"Oh Sheena," Sarah slumps back into the couch with her, now third, glass of wine held at her chest. "What am I going to do?"
"Well," Sheena slumps back with her. "You can finally get married and have some kids of your own." Sheena tosses the idea nonchalantly.
"Now you sound like Karen," Sarah bumped shoulders with her.
"Aah, who knows what will happen? Don't worry about the future. It never turns out how we want it to anyway. Why fret?" Sheena sits back up to continue with her grading. "I know you'll be fine. You always pull yourself out of the toughest of times.
"I still hear that Mr. Joey Stadler is single." Sarah giggles. Sheena bursts into laughter.
"Just make sure you don't distract him too soon. We don't want him blowing the big game, now!" they both laugh hysterically.
"You... you know?" Sarah tries to regain her composure. "That reminds me..."
"Oh girl, please..."
"No, no seriously." Sarah grabs Sheena's arms to come back to her. "I have to tell you about this dream I had last night."
"Oh, oh no... I am not going to listen to your cracked out nightmares. I'm sorry you have them, but you don't need me to suffer, too, do you?"
"Oh come off it, Sheena. I'm serious. It was a fever dream." Sarah bites her lip, unsure if she should even continue.
"WHAT." Sheena sits as still as a statue. "Little prudy Sarah had a, dare I say it, sex dream?"
"It was insane!" Sarah's eyes lit up. "I don't know what was happening. It was dark but I felt everything. Every touch every sensation, ev-ery-thing."
"Oh girl," Sheena bounces in her seat. "Who was it?"
"I..." Sarah struggles. "I... don't really know..." her face grows red.
"How do you not know?"
"Well... I couldn't see anything. Like everything was dark but I still felt it."
"OOOOOHH you were blindfolded?!" Sheena starts to get excited.
"Oh yeah... that's it! Maybe I was." Sarah is thankful for Sheena cracking part of the confusing part in her dream.
"So, so what did he feel like? Do you have any idea? Did you have any recognition of who he was at all?"
"That's the weird part. They didn't have a body. I don't even know if it was a guy or not."
"Wait... huh?" Sheena leans back a little.
"I know. They didn't have a body but I still felt them on me... all over me-"
"But they didn't have a body?"
"Well... I don't know?"
"You don't know?" her sass was coming out.
"Well I was also... umm... chained... by my wrists."
"Oh Lord have mercy you were doin' it with a ghost!"
"What- No Sheena-"
"You were doin' it hard with a ghost!"
"I had never felt this way in a long time."
"And you liked it!" Sheena shouts. "You lie! You a lie! you said it wasn't one of your cracked out dreams, girl!"
Sarah smiled at her over-exaggeration. "Sheena, be serious. I am so confused-"
"Girl, I'd be scared as hell if I were you!"
Sarah laughs. "I am never telling you another dream as long as I live."
"And for this I thank you. My soul thanks you. My acceptance in heaven is determined if I ever hear a dream of yours again. Now lets get to work."
Sarah just sighs at her friend, nodding with a weak smile. "Yeah. I'm gonna be late with my BDSM date with the last tenant who died in this apartment."
"W-what?" Sheena jumps up. "You did NOT tell me this place was haunted!"
"Sit down!" Sarah has the last laugh. "Honestly, you'll believe anything."
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*That Night*
Hands.
Hands doing sensational things.
The way that they hold her down. The way they slither up and down her abdomen. It's a feeling she can never forget. They find their way around her body with such expertise, enticing every sense of hers, right down to every cell in her body. Oh, how she years to return the favor, but to whom?
The way they slowly but surely travel themselves up her torso, the way they take such care of her breasts, and how gentle they ease her from her tension.
The two hands entice her further, moving, ever, so slowly up her collarbone, fingers trailing up to her neck, tickling her insides, and eventually finding their way to her flushed cheeks, making her more and more pleasantly nervous than before.
Sarah desperately tries to think... If such closeness is possible, surely a body, or at very least, a face would follow, right?
But she couldn't think for too long... The touch drowns out her mind entirely, she, struggling for the will to stay diligent. She wants to know who this is. They are so close to the blindfold that cover her eyes.
...
Instead, they travel away from her face and into her loose long hair, toying with the flowing tendrils, slowly pulling their strange fingers through with delight.
She suddenly yearns for a kiss, but she dare not speak, in fear of scaring off this entity, never wanting to part with it. If this is all they do, so be it.
She feels at one with this presence. She never wants this to end. Never does she wish to part.
...
She moans as she feels the hands drizzle down her hips, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Lower and lower they travel until...
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