"Is this...real life?" Casper asked, his eyes tearing up—a blind man seeing his first rainbow—as he lifted his arms and slowly reaching out toward the sublimely beautiful full-body apparition before him.
"What's your name, beautiful ghost-chan?"
"Sakura," she answered, giggling softly. "What about you, ghost sexer-kun?"
"Casper Coldrake."
"I've always wanted to try a foreigner."
"No—I'm actually Japanese."
"Sure you are," she said, with a playful smirk, placing her body against his chest. "Anyway, Casper-sama: it's cold, so why don't you hold me?'
"If the beautiful miss insists—"
Driven by instinct, his eager hands gently clung to her slender waist that was surprisingly tangible; cold and smooth like refrigerated metal to the touch, pulsating against his palm with a strange, otherworldly energy. Holding his breath as she watched his face through eyes that were wide, gleaming capsules of silver fog, her slight pale blue lips parted in budding passion.
