Ghostly Erotical: Rated Xxx Ghostly Short Stories

By Joe Gabel

This book is a collection of ten short stories of ghost haunting, containing explicit sexual activities with a humorous slantfrom the young up-and-coming beautiful advertising executive, to the brash baseball star, to the husband and wife reunited after death.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9781524586416

Joe Gabel

In 8th grade, Joe Gabel decided he wanted to be an author. Fifty years later he has finally published his first book, “Ghostly Erotical.” Sure, he’s done the amateur writing contests and actually won one. He’s also wrote a weekly newsletter telling historical tales of his hometown at the time, Hatboro, PA. Currently, he writes a humorous weekly newsletter written to family members entitled “Joe’s New Life in…Paradise?” He tells stories or anecdotes of the happenings affecting him with his move to Cape Coral, FL. Now he’s playing with the “big boys and girls.”

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Copyright © 2017 by Joe GABEL.

ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-5245-8642-3

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Rev. date: 02/25/2017

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CONTENTS

Ghostly Deal

Ghostly Shaft

Ghostly Cabinets

Ghostly Marriage

Ghostly In Love…Forever

Ghostly Tenant

Ghostly Three Strikes

Ghostly Passengers

Ghostly Club

Ghostly Lobster Dinner

Ghostly Deal

The hotel sign rose above the darkened horizon like a beacon on a stormy sea. It had been a long day and Emily Ferguson was exhausted. In the morning, she had closed her eleventh sale of the month over breakfast three hundred miles north near Fort Wayne. The six hour drive was monotonous yet uneventful. Cruise control was the next best thing since air conditioning.

It was an unusual appointment. The day before yesterday, she had received the sales lead through the corporate database. The lead indicated the appointment date and time, the name of the restaurant to meet at, and the contact name Joseph Gillick, no return or confirming phone number. The lead indicated she was to enter the restaurant, asked to be seated at the table for Gillick who would arrive shortly after. In other words, he was going to check her out to make certain she was good looking enough to be seen with. Sex sells, she knew that and she also knew he would like what he saw. At the very least she was getting a free breakfast. She laughed to herself with that thought.

She arrived on time, was led to a table in the corner near the front window which was on her right offering a great view of the fast moving river running through the little town. The scenery was green and lush and the sun brightly shined on the panoramic view.

A few minutes after nine, she saw an older man with white hair enter the restaurant. The greeter nodded his head as if answering Yes to the question asked by the incoming customer. She watched as the man gave the greeter a tip, turn in her direction, and walked towards her. As he approached, she saw he was a nice looking older gentleman dressed nicely in a suit, with a pale blue shirt and dark blue patterned tie. By the time he got to the table, she again laughed to herself, as she thought, Yes, I definitely would do this guy.

She remained seated as he reached out to shake her hand, they both smiled, he asking Ms. Ferguson, I presume? She immediately thought How did he know my name? Then remembering when she had responded to the sales lead, the reply automatically supplied her name to the response.

She gave a slight laugh, saying Yes, and you are Mr. Gillick? He nodded and easily slid into the chair across the table.

I assume you found the restaurant easily enough, he asked.

Very easy, she replied. It’s a very nice restaurant in such a quaint little town.

Thank you, he said, I actually own it and a few other businesses. I’m trying to create a more polished look to the town. By buying these little businesses, updating them, and then exposing them to the rest of the world, I’m hoping to put Clayville on the map. I’m creating jobs, developing a stable economy, meeting new people, and hopefully all the citizens, business owners, authorities and I will be good friends long into the future. I’m enjoying myself.

She was impressed with his presentation, That’s very noble of you. What’s your end goal? Is there a profit to be made with all of this? she asked.

He laughed, Ahhh, a true sales person, looking for an angle. Yes and no. Eventually, there will be a profit, my strategy and plans indicate in about 5 years from now. Initially, I’m self funding all activities. Are you from around here? he asked.

She nodded, I grew up in Valparaiso about 80 miles west of here. I graduated from Valpo U seven years ago with a Marketing Degree and was immediately hired by Priority Advertising. I love my job and I meet some really interesting people, like yourself, I may add. So what can I do for you? she asked.

"We’ll get to that in a few minutes. Let me tell you why I asked you that question. Do you remember about a year and a half ago, someone won the National Lottery for an annuity amount of $890 million dollars? Here in Indiana, the winner doesn’t have to publish his name. I’m that winner. So for the next 20 years I will receive approximately $45 million each year, after taxes 30 million.

I’m not married, my wife divorced me a few years before I won. We never had any kids, and I was an only child. She inherited a sizeable amount of money from her mother and decided she didn’t want to share the good fortune with me. I was devastated, heartbroken, I never saw it coming. It was tough going for awhile, my job kept me somewhat financially secure so I was able to crawl out of the bowels of despair as it is said.

I played the lotteries every week, four nights a week, prayed to both my parents asking them to help me win. And I did, two years later. I don’t know if Mom and Dad had anything to do with it, but I did win it all.

Before claiming the prize, I thought about what I would do with all that money. Something not foolish, something fun, something productive. One night lying in bed, I had an epiphany. I decided I would buy a little town just like Clayville and make it grow. To make the idea work, I have to let the country, the world know what we’re doing here. I decided your company would be the best to champion that cause."

Again, she was impressed, to the point of being speechless. He quickly jumped into the awkward silence asking Shall we order?

Breakfast was exquisite. They talked, and developed a marketing plan, he wrote her a retainer check for $50,000 and they both signed the contract. She called her bosses and was congratulated on her results. She faxed all the documents to the office and the rest was up to them.

It was a Franchise Inn, nicely landscaped, brightly lit, and looked pretty new. She parked her car in a spot near the front doors. She retrieved her suitcase and briefcase, walked in, and was greeted by the Front Desk Manager, James Hough.

Good evening, do you have a reservation? he asked.

"No, I was driving south, was a bit tired and