Prologue
Seconds after the blood-curdling, horrifying scream shattered through the silence, Randy rushed out into the hallway and burst into Gina's room. She turned dazed, frightened eyes on him, her lips moving almost soundlessly. "It was a huge face, with the most evil expression I've ever seen," she whispered, pointing to the ancient fireplace. "It covered almost the entire wall." As Randy continued to question her about the ghostly apparition, he could not help letting his glance stray to the creamy white cleft of her bosom, to linger over her ripe, shapely body. He felt a wild, impulse to throw Gina down on the bed and tear off her clothes. His original idea was losing importance when confronted with Gina's rampant sexuality. And the sex-driven girl who ran the big house wasn't opposed to this new direction, either.