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in you and in all the other Hannahs before you. With that kiss I gave you, I brought it out. That’s why I suggested you would like ass fucking. You, channeling Hannah Brown, called for Brady when you felt me caressing your bottom.”
    “Why Brady, if his cock was so thick? You said she liked him best in her pussy.”
    “She loved his cock in her cunt, but Rocco had introduced her to the pleasure of pain. Having Brady’s cock up her rear hurt because he was big and his thrusts were strongest of all the others. Thus, Brady’s cock in her ass always gave her both things she loved at the same time with the same man. Most times when they were alone, they had sex that way. Hannah was able to have all the sensations she liked with him. With Wade, she had the romance, but with Brady she had the most physically satisfying fucks she could have without all her husbands around her.”
    Hannah peered at Slim with narrowed eyes. “One more thing. You mean you can see me and actually be with me in places other than in this mine?”
    “Yes and no to that. I can go anywhere as a spirit, but not as you see me here. Here you can see me as a man. I can kiss you as I did before, as the man I once was. I can caress your body and I can penetrate it as a real man. If Bolt were with you, we could have a ménage à trois. I’m sure you would love it and I know I would.”
    “Bolt wouldn’t love it. He’d never share me with anyone.”
    “Are you certain? Remember, I am not anyone. I am not real. I think he would give you anything your heart desired just as Brady always did with Hannah Brown. If you told him you wanted to feel me inside you while fucking him, I believe he’d go along with it to make you happy.” Slim stood and went to the fully stocked bar behind him.
    Hannah’s eyes widened. “Where did that come from?”
    “It’s been here for decades.” He poured himself a shot. “Would you like something?”
    “I don’t think so. I’m not sure I’d like specter spirits or boo booze.”
    Slim threw back his head in laughter. He downed another shot. “Now, back to our ménage. Remember, honey, Bolt is a man. Once he experienced fucking you while another man’s cock was up your ass, he’d want more of it and so would you.”
    “Considering the fact that you’re not real, he might go for it. The thought has made my nipples hard and my pussy wet. How would I ever explain this”—she gestured to the room—“to a man of science? He’d laugh his ass off if I brought up the subject of ghosts in a casual conversation.”
    “Then, don’t bring it up. Bring him here to see for himself.”
    “I’d have to tell him something. I can’t simply spring it on him while dragging him into the mine. How exactly does this spirit thing work?”
    “Let’s not get bogged down in physics. Are you sure you won’t have a drink? How about a cold glass of spirit soda?”
    Hannah pulled out a water bottle from her hobo bag. “I have my own, pardner.”
    “I see most people do these days. Every hiker around carries a supply.” He came back to his seat and settled into it.
    “Should I finish with Hannah Brown’s story or have you heard enough for one day?”
    Hannah opened her bottle and took a long pull. “I’d like to hear as much as we can get through today and eventually, I want to know it all.”
    “Okay, then, where were we? Ah, yes, in Hannah’s bedroom when a new wrinkle developed, the relationship between Wade and Andre. They had enjoyed the hand jobs and began kissing in earnest with tongues and caressing when the others emerged from the tub and walked in on them.”

Chapter Five
     
    San Francisco, 1852
     
    Hannah skidded to a stop on her way to the bed. With hands on hips, she stared silently at Andre and Wade naked and entwined. “What is going on, Wade? Why did you never tell me of this thing with you and Andre? I knew Andre liked it both ways because Sam told me he was often with him and Gus. But I never had a