Ghost Marks

This is a podcasted version of the erotic short story "Ghost Marks".

With one slender finger, Rachel pushed the crystal king onto its side with a click. It rocked back and forth on its round base on the marble chessboard.

Her father’s eyes flitted over the chessboard, tracing lines of power. “What the hell do you think your doing?”

“I’m resigning.”

“Don’t be stupid! Why would you resign? Your king isn’t in any danger.”

“I’m going to lose. I made a mistake, early on.”

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