“What the—” She couldn’t see anyone but he was still there. She felt him pressed against her backside and he was harder than ever. “I’m still here,” he said, as if she couldn’t figure that out. Marian’s eyes darted around the room as she clutched the pillows. “Then why can’t I see you?” “I’m invisible.” He said it as casually as if he’d said he was wearing a blue shirt. “Invisible,” she repeated. “Give me a break. I’m a science teacher. People aren’t invisible. That only happens in the movies.” He was still lying on her back and when he shifted she felt coarse cotton fabric against the skin of her legs. He seemed to be wearing pants but they must be invisible too. She also felt the outline of his cock grind against her pussy which was still sensitive from his earlier touching. “Does that feel real to you?” he asked, close to her ear. All of her blood seemed to shoot downstream and for one crazy moment she wondered what all that delicious hardness would feel like inside her. Even better than his finger, she imagined. She had to clear her throat just to be able to talk.  

“Welcome to Loch Enya Castle,” the ruddy-faced bus driver announced. “Are ye ready for the thrills awaitin’ ye?”

Thrills? Oh yeah. I’m thrilled enough to throw myself under the tires of this bus.

There should be a law against such cheerful bus drivers, Tandy Davis thought as she tried to rub the dampness out of her long, red hair. She was wet and miserable and her sinuses threatened to explode any minute from a lousy head cold.

“This historic castle is five-hundred years old,” the driver went on. “Rumors say it’s haunted but if you hear any bumps or screams, it’s most likely The Smoky Daggers, the wildest BDSM group in all of Scotland. You might be doing some screamin’ of yer own, I daresay,” he said, guffawing at his own joke.