It has been so long since I have been alive, no one cared about the littler old librarian . I died all alone in that foul lower area of the Library, they never found my skeletal remains . How could they of just written me off for dead , and not even properly searched .
Eleanor never thought about how she died, or how she was forgotten . It wasn't until the weird Gozar Exhibit went up that she even realized what she was, or who she was. She would of haunted the library forever , with out even knowing why . She would be what Egon would describe as a residual haunting , similar to a recording. Just an action played over and over again . With no thought or concessions behind it , thats what Eleanor Twitty would of been before Gozar came back . Even when Gozar sent Zule and Porthos free to bring fourth the destructor , the energy wasn't enough to bring Eleanor back to concessions thoughts.
Eleanor wasn't even aware she was a ghost until her painting came into contact with the Church of Gozar song book , and it needed to be sung by someone in order to work. Which still makes Eleanor wonder who sang the first song before the painting was mounted? As she looked up to see the Rookie now in the hep of boxes and junk off to the right , she had some time to kill. Vigo was fuming with rage realizing he was going to be a pawn in someone else's game. "Shhhhh" Janine said , as she sang another passage from the book of Gozar. Vigo was out raged but his rage fell on depth ears. She had silenced him in his portrait, and he could only move about in it .
"Well...As long as I have this body, I might as well make myself at home in it..." Janine smiled at herself in the computer Monitor. Slowly she unbutton the top button on her jacket, positioned just between her breasts. She felt them push out as she slide the jacket off, noticing that the only thing she had under it was a tight top that really didn't leave much to the imagination, with a plunging neck line .
"Ohhh... Janine, you're such a naughty secretary..." she said in a very sexy voice as she gave her breasts a squeeze, tossing the jacket into a corner. Eleanor stood up to get a better feel on Janine's leather skirt.she felt how tightly the leather gripped her body, and squeezing her breasts is really arousing her. She Slowly kicked off her shoes into the corner where her jacket was. She could feel her heart racing, She hadn't been alive for so long and she felt alive again. . She fumbled with her shirt, and finally, after much squeezing and erotic moaning, slide it off of her fine body. Eleanor looking into the glass gasped as she saw her new breast, nice and full, with only the lower half covered with a tight black bra, just like her shirt.
"I really like these clothes...But I like my new body even more..." She said softly in her voice. With a little bit of effort, she began sliding her tight leather Skirt off, feeling her ass being squeezed as she tugged it Down .
"Oh Deer...I'm really wet..." She muttered as She succeed in getting Her skirt off. She tossed it into the corner with the rest of Janine's clothes. She was left in nothing but a half bra and a very revealing set of undies. She smiled, pushing her new chest out. "Yeah...thats it...I'm such a naughty Secretary, ohhhh...please, I want you sooo bad..." she moaned, reaching up with one hand and squeezing herr breast as she reached around and fumbled to un-clip her bra. Eleanor couldn't help it she was alive again and had a smoking hot body to play with, she went into the back office of Peter Vankman and.............
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