Finally there were no more replacements, and Sue slumped to the floor. The emptiness was a disappointment after all that fucking, and she tried to ask for more, but all she could manage were incoherent mumbles. She laid there in a heap, jism drooling from all her holes as the guys began to get dressed. Bill and Larry helped dress the fucked-out woman.
"I-I'll be okay," she finally managed. "Just let me rest. You better get back to school."
They covered her with her coat, and left. Sue remained there for a long time thinking about the wonderful experience. She was determined to take the job as the resident ghost, and gloried in her new role as a yearly tradition.