I could tell Mark was going to ask me any minute, and sure enough, he did.
“Mind if I borrow your body for a little bit this weekend?”
Honestly, I wasn’t feeling up to it. It’s not that he ever did anything particularly wild and crazy in my body (outside of those first couple of times), it’s just that the whole process is usually so exhausting for me. Being possessed takes a lot out of you. Of course, I’d never tell him that.
I looked across the room towards my translucent friend as he glowed in a cool blue color. He had asked the question casually enough, but I could see it in his eyes that he was really aching for a bit of time in a flesh-and-blood body. Being a ghost dulled his senses, he had told me once. He worried that after too long, he would start forgetting what it felt like to be alive.
“What about possessing someone else for the weekend?” I suggested.
“I told you before,” he said, “I don’t like doing it to people who don’t agree to it. It doesn’t feel good.”
Yeah, I remembered the time he had tried to surprise me by taking over my hot coworker’s body for a little bit of fun. It didn’t turn out well. My coworker hasn’t been the same since.
“OK,” I said, “But can we just stay in this weekend?”
“Yeah!” his face lit up, “Yeah, of course!”
Then he bit his lip, and I could tell he was about to ask me something else.
“Would you mind if I…”
I knew exactly what he was thinking.
“You want to get laid, don’t you.”
“Come on, man,” he said, “It’s been a really long time.”
“Fine,” I told him, “You can have someone over. Just don’t do anyone I wouldn’t do.”
“You got it, man,” he said, “You’re the best.”