she really contacted Jack Brooks?
I mean, I suspected he was dead because I'd never seen him again.
Even though I'd seen spells performed and I knew of the paranormal, I was finding it hard to accept that Jack from school had spoken through Donna, but why not? And if so, then I'd actually missed the main question I wanted to ask him.
But if I got the chance again, would I really want to know whether Noah had been the one to end his existence?
Dan
Stupid dozy bitch. He'd not been dead long. In fact, he was only just getting used to the idea that he'd been bled dry by more than just his agent; but he'd always been savvy. It was how he'd kept ahead of his rivals in the entertainment industry. Until that bitch. Harley fucking Davies, with her sweet smile and no doubt even sweeter pussy. He'd put money on the fact that she was getting her top position from getting in an on-top position. While his unsettled spirit wandered around the auditorium where he'd once ruled, his body rotted somewhere that smelled indescribably bad. No one had heard his cries for help. Even if he was audible there were twenty bands practising for a start.
Then he'd heard his name be called and he was there in that small woman's body. He'd recognized the woman sat opposite him from the audition interviews because she had great breasts. He'd had a hard time not reaching forward to feel one. You were a long time dead after all. But no, he knew that the woman who'd called him could just as easily cast him away, so he lingered to see what would happen. And what did happen? She called on someone else. There wasn't room for the two of them, I mean threes a crowd, right? So as soon as the other guy entered her, he got ejected. It was the first threesome where he was glad another guy got the girl. So now there he was, back where he'd been hanging around, at the auditorium, but now it seemed he could pop where he liked. And of course, he knew that his rightful place was presenting a top television series.
Dan Trent's spirit went looking for Harley.
He was going to take over the show in more ways than one.
Noah
"Well, mate. I think it's good we're going to the club tonight, so you can talk to me about what the heck is going on with you and your ex, and why you just almost banged her in the corridor." Rex fixed me with a look that said, 'you will tell me all'.
"We're men. We don't talk feelings and shit. She kneed me in the balls and made it clear we're most definitely done. That and her being with Drayton. I had a lapse of sense because my blood had diverted south. There's nothing else to say." I stalked off ahead of him and left the building.
"I'll see you at the club at ten." Rex said. "You'd better be there."
"I'll be there. If for no other reason than to make sure Zak behaves himself. The last thing we need right now is our lead going off the rails."
With that I drove to my flat where I downed two bottles of O-neg to quench the thirst Stacey had set off inside me, and then I went in the shower and jerked off thinking of how she'd felt held tight against my body.
When I got to Sheol that night, my other bandmates were already there. Zak seemed antsy, hopping from foot to foot.
"He's waiting for a meeting with Abaddon." Rex explained. "And he wants someone to go with him. I've told him he's twenty-four and last time he showed us, had a fully working set of balls."
"I'll go with you." I told Zak.
He leapt up and hugged me. "Thanks, Noah. I knew I could count on you." He side-eyed Rex.
"And with that, I'm off to the bar to get another beer and then I'm going to go looking for some pussy, rather than spend my time with this pussy." He pointed at Zak.
A tall man dressed in a suit approached us. "Abaddon will see you now." The guy, who was called Aaron, had taken the whole Men in Black image a little too far, with his suit, tie, and shades, bearing in mind we were in a dark basement club in the centre of London. He'd knocked into two chairs on his way over.
"Thanks, Aaron." We