1967 A Packed Morning (1)

Upon returning home, Akane and I spent an hour just talking about what went on during the time we were separated. She was not satisfied with my messages earlier nor how she narrated their trip along with the photos she took. She wanted to hear more and likewise, she wanted to fill me in on everything she missed saying earlier.

As always, I only left out the intimate moments I had with my girls and told her everything that happened. Even that bizarre occurrence that the 2nd year idiots experienced in the supposedly haunted mansion.

It got her so enthused that she even made a post of it on their anonymous school forum, asking those who dabbled in the occult.

However, the answers that her post received were pretty much worthless. Most of them were asking for the place so they could check it out.

Disappointed, Akane brought up the coupons I received and told me we should go check it out in the future. She’s extremely curious about that bizarre occurrence.