鬼
” “好吧！
”丝妲想了一想，“也许我会到市中心逛一逛。
” “去逛逛也好….”我突然想到一个严重的问题：“那衣服怎么办？
我没有女孩子的衣服耶！
” “别担心。
你忘了吗？
我跟你尺寸是一样的，你的衣服我应该都能穿。
当然啦，我得先跟你借套衣服，几天而已….我想你不介意！
” “但是钱呢？
钱怎么办？
我只是个穷学生。
而且，你没有身份证或护照哇！
最近抓非法外劳抓这么凶，你一出门可能马上就被逮捕了！
” “别担心。
”她笑着说：“只要我待会儿写几封信就万事 OK 了！
来吧，我们先去挑衣服。
”我拉开衣橱，幸好有好几件牛仔裤。
我抓出其中一条深蓝色的丢给她，然后皱着眉说：“我没有女性的内衣裤啦！
” “不要紧，暂时而已嘛！
” “那你喜欢穿Ｔ恤还是衬衫？
”我一面问着，一面在衣柜里翻，心中却想着，我的牛仔裤穿在她身上不知是什么模样。
“白色、圆领，有三颗扣子的那件好了！
”她喊着。
我突然惊觉，她真的跟着我一年了，连我有什么衣服都清清楚楚的。
我将衣服递给她，看着她把衬衫自头上慢慢套下，我又开口了：“丝妲，你确定你要穿这个？
” “是呀！
有什么不对吗？
”她调整了一下衣领，问着。
“我觉得….不太适合！
” “会吗？
我觉得不错呀！
” “可是你的皮肤黑，穿这个，这里特别明显。
”我比了比胸部，“不信你自己看看。
”她在门后的小镜子上照了半天，笑着说：“你不喜欢这个效果？
” “我当然喜欢啦！
”我说。
“这可以啦！
你还没看过我还活着的时候，穿过什么样的衣服呢！
赶快吧，你自己说得去写程式的，不要让别人久等了。
”我离开以前留了一串钥匙，还有身上的一千多块给丝妲。
在系馆奋斗了一天，等到要回寝室的时候，我有点希望她已经离开了。
当然，丝妲很迷人，但是毕竟不是人类呀！
我走到寝室门前，就听到我的喇叭流泄出轻柔的巴洛克音乐。
打开门，迎面而来的是丝妲的笑脸：“程式写得怎么样？
” “还好。
”我说。
事实上，今天几乎没什么进度，写程式时我一直在想着她。
[email protected]赛门@脱星.十舍.交作业大学.教育部.台湾附录：英文原文This story is another from the archives, and is not written by me.Requests for just about anything concerning these posts will be ignored. See the FAQ in a.s.s.d for more information.GhostI went to bed Sunday night feeling a bit depressed. Weekends didthat to me, with the knowledge that others went out and had fun while Idid nothing, and it had been the kind of warm spring weekend that peoplesay is ripe for romance. I was lying on my side wondering if I wouldever find a girl, one arm under my pillow and the other arm hugging thecovers against my ear when I heard a quiet voice. “Hello?
” it said, sounding tentative. It was a softly femininevoice, but there was nobody in the room who could have spoken. After abrief startle, I ignored the voice and assumed that I“d imagined it. “Hello,” it said again, more firmly, just as my thoughts had begun todrift. “Who are you?
What are you doing in my room?
” I answered, sitting upin the darkness as I groped for the bedside lamp. The light flashed on,partially blinding me, but I could see well enough. Nobody was in theroom with me. “Don“t get upset,” the voice said, pleading. “I don“t really have aname, I guess you can pick one. I“m in your room because I like you,and I“ve decided that it“s time for me to introduce myself. I hope youdon“t mind.”I sat in my bed with my back against the wall, staring around myempty room and seeing no sign of anyone. The voice seemed to come fromnowhere in particular. “Where are you hiding?
Come on out where I cansee you. What do you mean, you like me.” “Just that. I“ve been following you for a year now, and I like you.As to why you can“t see me, I don“t have a body yet.”I slumped in my bed and pulled the covers back up to my chin. “Thenthis must be a dream,” I said. “What do you mean, you don“t have abody. What are you?
” “I guess I“m a spirit, or something like that.” “What do you mean, you guess. Besides, I don“t believe in spirits.” “It really doesn“t matter what you believe,” the voice said, with achuckle. “I“m me, I“m real, I like you, and I“d like to be yourfriend.” “It“s a hell of a way to begin a friendship,” I said, sitting upangrily in bed. “Following me around for, what was it you said, for ayear?
Where have you followed me anyway?
” “Everywhere, most of the time. I“d like to sleep with you.” “What?
” “What I said, I want to sleep with you. What kind of body would youlike me to have?
” “I“ve never slept with a girl before,” I said, feeling very unsure ofmyself. “I know,” she said, sounding sympathetic. “I“d like to make lovewith you. What kind of body do you want me to have?
” “Are you saying you can materialize, that you can look like anyone Iwant?
” “Yes.” “That sounds obscene!
” “Why?
” “It does, that“s all.” “There must be a reason.”I sighed and slumped down in my bed. “I don“t know. This is tooweird!
Maybe it“s just that dreams, fantasies, things like that, maybethey aren“t supposed to come true. Shouldn“t I have to earn my friendsand accept the bodies nature gave them?
” “Usually,” she said, sounding serious. “But you did earn me, andsince I don“t have a body right now, you have a choice about how you“dlike me to look.” “What do you mean, I earned you?
” “You earned me, just that. I“ve followed many men over the years,and you“re the first one who“s interested me in a long time. “Why me?
” “Do people need reasons?
” “No, I guess not.” “OK, so how do you want me to look?
”I hesitated, and then decided to play along. “How about tall andslim, about my size.” “Easy enough,” she said. “Pick a skin color.” “I don“t know,” I said, and then chuckled. “Suntans look nice, but Ithink tanning“s a stupid activity. How about naturally dark skin, likepeople from India or something.” “Hair color?
” “Black, I suppose. Anything else would look out of place. Make itstraight and long, and I guess your features should look Indian too, youknow, oriental.” “But most tall slim Indians have western looking features.” “They do?
OK, if you say so.” “What about my figure.” “How about medium to small breasts, with big nipples.”She chuckled again. “This is fun, I guessed that one from the kindsof girls you like to watch. How about build, skinny, lightly padded ormuscular?
” “Slim but muscular,” I said. “Be functional, not decorative.” “Body hair?
” “I don“t believe this,” I said, flustered by the thought of orderinga human body the way you“d order a meal in a restaurant.She chuckled. “I“m sorry, I gess this is a bit weird, but do youwant my body to have hair, pubic hair and armpit hair?
