40 The Perfect Trifecta? (2/2)

Guess I will be doing this like a caveman then. That is, taking out a piece of paper and a pencil to write down all the possible ingredients that can boost libido without making the dishes complete garbage.

It takes me about 15 minutes to come up with the perfect dish, at least as perfect as possible with all the ingredients I have in the kitchen. I really need to go grocery shopping.

I will leave that to Richard. It is also the weekend, after all.

Note to self, just buy actual aphrodisiac next time. Seems much easier than making a cocktail of things I can think off the top of my head.

Anyway. Let's get to it.

Sadly, before I could begin making sexy lunch for 3 sexy teenagers, police siren is heard. Red and blue light pierces through the curtain of the living room, reflecting in the hallway for me to see all the way from the kitchen.

It is enough to cause me to freeze up.

Wait, what!? I didn't do anything yet! I didn't even have the chance to do anything yet! At least let me fuck them first before taking me to jail!

Damn. I just jinx it. Why, the Great Maker? Why!?

Someone rings the doorbell, forcing me to immediately crumble the piece of paper on the table before throwing it into the trash bin.

Not really sure why I did that since it doesn't indict me with any crime, but I am panicking right now.

I recall that I didn't reveal anything to anyone, so if the cops are here, it could only because of Mary.

My daughter backstabs me? Wait. She wouldn't know what that is. She might have blabbed something to someone with a brain, who then decided to call the cop on me. Why did it take that long though?

”Mr. Wilson. Please open the door.”

I didn't have time to think. It is a woman voice. Mature and confidence.

”In a minute.”

I call out. The cops didn't just bust down the door and tackle me. That is a good thing. They could just be here to check whether what they are being informed of is true.

Think. Think. I can just vacate the body immediately and find someone else to possess. Actually, I can just possess the police and then make this whole problem go away. I could do that.

I brush away my sweat before open the door slowly, just enough to peek through. A beautiful woman in uniform greets me, and boy, my junior didn't really care whether I am in a deep shit or not. It pervs at the woman, wanting to nest nicely between her huge breasts, uniform and all.

”Please open the door, Mr. Wilson. You have been very naughty.”

The policewoman tells me sternly.

”I am?”

I question as I open the door slowly, allowing me to see her entire body from top to toe. There is also someone else with her, but my attention is completely focused on her at the moment.

”Yes. I heard that you are throwing a slumber party for a few teenagers and there is no one to make sure that there are no boys allowed, so the city decides to enlist the cutest policewoman for the job.”

The policewomen tell me before gesturing her hands to the teenager next to her.

”Mum. You're embarrassing me.”

Sophia pouts. She is wearing a police uniform that her mother picks out of her no doubt. I totally forgot that her mother is a cop.

Holy shit. Her mother really gives me a scare for a second.

I swear I will pay that back in full or my name isn't Ghostly. Actually, my real name isn't Ghostly. That name was given to me by the Great Marker and I will wear it with pride.

”Ah. Yes. I am really in need of one. The girls have quite a mouth. My hands are really full of them.”

I response with a chuckle, making sure that no one notices my boner. I also look pass Sophia and her milf of a mother to see the police vehicle. There is a man sitting in the backseat of the vehicle, and he looks like he is in deep shit.

From that alone, I am sure he doesn't really have a voice in their relationship and marriage. His sexual frustration is also high, but I guess it is expected considering what a babe his wife is. His daughter too, but his wife is more.

I wonder if all criminals just throw themselves at her, asking to be beaten up. I certainly would. Please use that baton to beat me into submission and cuff me to your heart. Hah!

Ahem.

Milf looks at me with seriousness in her eyes.

”Mr. Wilson. Please take care of my daughter. If anything should happen to her, I will personally hold you responsible.”

Please do. No, I mean, nothing will happen to her except a cock up her ass. I mean.

”Yes. Of course. You will have her back, happy and cheerful. Maybe glossier too.”

I response. Milf didn't understand what I mean by the last part, but she decides to not bother with it since she believes that I am weird. She spends the next couple of minutes to talk to her daughter.

Milf leaves after that with her husband locked up in the back. I wouldn't mind being arrested by her if I have to go down for what I am going to do to her daughter. Hah!

”Sophia!”

My daughter calls out after she heads downstairs to see the commotion.

Alice is with her, who has a ton of questions to ask me. I could see them on the thought bubble. I play dumb as usual. There is no need for me do anything yet even if my Junior is very impatience right now.

Honestly, seeing all three of them, I think I have a trifecta. A cop. A nun. And of course, an angel, who is not wearing her costume right now. She will, and it will be heavenly. Hah!

Now, I just need a sexy nurse.

Actually, seeing them like this, I realize I could craft the perfect scenario. A costume party should have a play that gives everyone a role.

Since I am already a criminal, I will just play one too. It will be one of a kind play. Super perverted too.

Booboobooboobs!