Voyeurism

Ghost Command

All was quiet. It was early evening. Jake sat at his desk reading the evening newspaper. He was impressed with Jessica’s photographs. She did a great job of catching the entire situation, as usual. She had a great eye . . . and several other very nice body parts as well, he thought.

The phone rang. Jake’s head shot up and he glared at the Answ-a-bone. “Don’t you even think about it!”

The pesky phone ghost didn’t listen. It answered the call, continuously dancing out of reach of Jake’s hands. “Hi. You’ve reached the Ghostbusters. One of ‘em is home, but if you’re lucky, you might still get disconnected!” It started to snicker its electrical laugh. Jake was finally able to grab it and pick up the receiver. He only hoped the client was still there.

“Hello! Hello, Jake Kong speaking! Is anyone still there?”

He heard a familiar throaty, female laugh coming from the other end of the line. “I never get tired of that!” she gasped between chuckles.

“That’s because you don’t have to live with it,” he responded with a smile. “Hi Jess.”

“Hi Jake.”

“What’s up?”

“I was calling . . . about that thing we discussed.” She was careful not to say too much, as the Answ-a-bone was very nosy.

“Yes?” he didn’t notice his breath catching in his throat while he waited for her answer.

“The answer is ‘yes’.” He exhaled roughly and smiled.

“Okay. Thanks for calling me.”

“No problem. We’ll still stick to the same game plan?”

“Of course.”

“Okay. Then, I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah. Later. Oh, and uh, thanks for . . . well, deciding to let me be a part of this. I can’t tell you how honored I am. I know how dicey this is for you.”

“Yeah, for you too.”

“Hey, I’m just glad to know that you trust me this much.”

“Of course I do. If nothing else, you’ll always have my trust.”

“Thank you.”

She smiled into the receiver. “Good-bye, Jake.”

“Bye Jessica.”

They hung up simultaneously.