Anna In The After Life #11: Tea Cup Ride

by
Charles McCarthy

The days flew by along with the highway as Anna showed Jack her newly sharpened powers, almost washing him away with waves of pleasure breaking impossibly over and over again on an orgastic river of sensations. In between showering his man cactus in her spring showers of pleasure and practicing her grasp on the corporeal world by giving their punk driver, Margaret, the ride of her life, she told him of the things that had happened to her since their last meeting. She told him about the shakey lady, seeing her son Danny, and her time with the Master. And, she tried to get Jack to help her find her killer, but he was more interested in Mexican girls and trying to feel the rhythm of the road.

On the third or fourth day she looked out the window to the sight of the beach.

"This looks like Cali-forni-uh!" she exclaimed.

"It is baby doll. It is. This is the mighty ocean with its waves of wisdom that have lapped at the shores of this country, of this continent, of this earth for thousands of years."

"Uh, yeah, so we're back in Cali-forni-uh? Dang, why?" she asked with a confused look on her face.

"Margaret there, here, in here, in this car, was just driving so far to make a drop of tea in the big tea cup called Utah." he rambled off in his usual rhythmic way.

"Tea? What?" she said, even more confused than before.

"Yeah, pussy cat, she made a quick ten grand, and now she can just coast here on the west coast." he replied.

"Ten grand? Dang, that must have been some good tea," she pondered, "Well, I guess this is where I need to be. Maybe that Joan Rivers can help me find out what killed me."

Quickly, Anna hopped into the front seat and sat on Margaret's lap and began to rub her lovely lady hump against her. The power of her sexual desire started to grow with the ghostly friction between the world of the living and the dead. She gently ran her hands over Margaret's hands, and started to guide them. Catching more flies with honey than vinegar, she shot streams of pleasure into Margaret's lady driver, and soon the car was moving at her command. The only problem now was the fact that Anna had no idea where Joan Rivers lived.

Anna drove for a moment, not sure what to do.

"EEEE!" she exclaimed, having the thought of her life, "I'll go to E!. I bet someone there knows where she lives, or I'll just wait around for awards season."

"Donkey!" Jake shouted from the back seat.

"Whaaa?"

"Oh I thought we were playing a game."

Anna giggled and took her eyes off the road for a second, but a second was all it took!