Cast a Long Line to Catch a Big Fish

That tug left Big Chef in a bind. A dazzling expanse of skin filled his vision. Nothing private was exposed, but the curves before him were a sight to behold. The problem was, that wasn't what Chef Qin had meant.

Why did you have to take it there? Little Bean didn't know either. His eyes widened, his mouth fell open, and he even stopped sticking out his tongue. His lips twitched. This had taken such a strange turn.

Chameleon was genuinely afraid. Half her face was hidden behind sunglasses, so her eyes gave nothing away, but her mouth and breathing betrayed her nerves.

"Drop the act. The moment you pulled down that zipper, your hand moved at least two inches behind your back. So what am I supposed to do with you? Disobedient children aren't very likable." Qin Fen's voice drifted over. Did she really think he'd never seen a woman?

Qin Fen rose slowly, picked his nose, and puffed out one cheek in disdain.

Her little trick exposed, Chameleon sank into despair. She dared not move again. He saw everything she did. This ghost was no ordinary ghost.

"What do you want?" Chameleon realized he was far too calm. He had to be after something. That was good news, at least: he wouldn't act immediately.

"I want to follow you!" Qin Fen shouted. Trying that on me? You're too green.

Please don't. Having a ghost follow her around? Chameleon felt sick. Privacy was the least of her worries. She was scared.

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm used to being on my own," Chameleon said tactfully.

"That won't do. It's hard for a girl to go out alone. With me around, you won't have to fear a thing. You still haven't told me what you're looking for. Maybe I