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“Erm - Char?”
“Yeah?”
“Why are we standing here?”
“I have no idea.”
“Huh. Can you remember how we got here?”
“Hmm, the last thing I remember is me lying next to you …”
“... trying to fall asleep despite of the heat …”
“... cursing the bloody malfunctioning AirCon …”
“...and trying not to combust from pent up horniness.”
“Exactly! But why are we in front of the fireplace?”
“Hmmm, I think I remember us wanting to relive our last fuck on the rug in front of it.”
“Good times ... ” Charlie said sadly.
“Yeah … “ Nick agreed in an equally sad tone.
Both perked their ears when they heard the humming of the restarting AirCon.
“Oh, thank fuck!” Nick exclaimed teary-eyed. “Do you know what that means???”
“Nick ...”
“It means no more celibacy due to the fucking heat ... “
“Sweetheart!”“
“No more sexual frustration ...”
“Er, darling?”
“No more blue balls and all that yazz! WE CAN FUCK AGAIN!!!”
“NICK!!”
“What?”
“Look down!”
Nick looked down. “Oh.”
“I wonder what our gravestone will say? Here lie Nick and Charlie. Denied intercourse was their premature demise. ”
Both stared silently at their lifeless bodies, their translucent fingers intertwining.
“Do you think ghosts can fuck??” Nick asked eagerly.
“Let’s find out!”