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The Naked Truth	By : megabsupreme Category: +M through R > Real Ghostbusters Views: 4539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Peter Venkman was thumbing through the mail when he found an ornately embellished manila envelope addressed to the Ghostbusters. The envelope was decorated by hand with scenes and artwork from Mardi Gras in New Orleans, but it had a New York City posk.
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Egon, Ray and Winston were down in the basement doing maintenance on the containment unit. Peter went to ask them about the letter. Ray and Winston looked up at Peter’s approach, but Egon remained focused on what he was doing.

“Yo guys, does anyone know someone from New Orleans other than that chick we met when we battled Malachi?”

“Nope,” Ray replied shaking his head.

Other RGB episodes referenced:
A Ghost Grows in Brooklyn – Egon gives Janine a geranium that’s possessed by a ghost, unbeknownst to them all until it starts growing so big it covers all of NYC; the nexus? Janine’s apartme
The
The Brooklyn Triangle – introduced Winston’s dad to us, who owns a construction company for which Winston used to work; also had a cute scene where Egon drools over Janine’s yearbook photo
Moaning Stones – I made minor reference to Winston’s heritage as a descendant of the Zulu shaman Shima Buku
The Spirit of Aunt Lois – introduced us to Ray’s aunt, who raised him after he was orphaned
Play Them Ragtime Boos – the guys battle a ghost named Malachi in a small town near New Orleans

“No, Peter.” Egon still didn’t look up.

“Can’t say I do, m’man.” Winston shrugged and leaned casually against the side of the computer terminal. “Why?”

“Well, we got this thing that looks like it’s from New Orleans but it came from a local post office. Egon could you check it for PKE? It could be a mail-order voodoo curse or something.”

Egon rolled his eyes and, without even looking up from his work, passed the meter over the envelope. He took a cursory glance at the screen. “Negative spectral energy.”

“In that case . . .” Peter ripped the envelope open as he climbed the stairs. He read the note on the smaller envelope and then opened it. He froze halfway up the second flight of steps. He stood there staring at the photo for a long time, unable to move or speak.

“Hey Pete, you all right?” Winston was the first to notice Peter’s catatonia.

Peter looked down at his fellow Ghostbusters, his face lit up with a mixture of amusement, mischief, embarrassment and . . . was that arousal on his face? Ray and Winston were now very curious, but Egon was still oblivious, having still not looked up.

Peter hid the photo behind his back and handed the business-size envelope with the note on it to and and Winston. Then he showedm thm the photo from inside the envelope. Both their jaws dropped. Ray blushed furiously while Winston and Peter exchanged a dirty grin. Peter walked over to Egon, hiding the photo behind his back again.

“Hey, Spengs. I think you oughta look at this. It’s inspiring on a very spiritual level.”

“Not now, Peter.” Egon continued to fiddle with the containment unit’s computer motherboard.

“Oh, I think now would be the perfect time.” He placed the smaller envelope in front of Egon, note side up. Egon quickly glanced at it then looked up at Peter, clearly puzzled. Peter chuckled and nodded toward the envelope. Egon picked up the envelope, reading the typed print carefully.

To the Ghostbusters,

I thought you’d like to know the “naked truth” about your secretary.

Signed,
A Friend

Peter then handed the photographEgonEgon, and watched the physicist’s face go through about a million different emotions.

In the picture, a younger Janine Melnitz was standing in a crowd under a street sign that said “Bourbon Street: Rue Bourbon”. She was clearly in New Orleans. She looked to be in her early twenties, possibly even still in college. It was definitely a tableau that hinted at Spring Break spent at Mardi Gras.

Her hair fell in long, silky red locks around her face in a style that was popular in the late 1970s. Her makeup was minimal, but she looked stunning without it. She was smiling with a mixture of humor and seduction, a look that all four Ghostbusters found more than a little appealing. On her head, she was wearing a 1920s flapper style hat covered with sequins and with a huge peacock feather sticking out of it. Around her neck, she was wearing at least thirty strings of brightly colored beads. One could not judge what her outfit was like though. Her lower half was cut off by the camera, and her shirt was not so easy to see.

That’s probably because she’d lifted it up and was flashing her tits at the camera.

The four guys looked at each other, smiled wolfishly, and then looked at the picture again.

“Hey! Are you guys down there?” Janine’s voice carried into the basement, before she opened the door and entered. “Oh there you are. The stupid alarm isn’t working; we got a call.”

The guys all looked very guilty. Egon stuffed the photo into his pocket and ripped the envelope into tiny little pieces, and threw them away. They all looked up at her defiantly, as if they dared her to find evidence that they’d done or seen something wrong.

She looked at them as if they were crazy for a moment, then shrugged and went back upstairs. When she was out of earshot, she cracked up. As she’d suspected, they were looking her in the eye again. Mission accomplished. ‘My work here is done.’

Back in the basement, the guys all looked at each other conspiratorially. Egon pulled the photo out again. “This must be from an old acquaintance of hers. Some sort of petty grudge.”

“They must not have known that this would never color our judgment of Janine.” Winston said.

“No need to torture her with this,” Ray observed. “She wouldn’t do that to us.”

“She certainly wouldn’t,” Peter replied absently, gazing at the photo again.

“So we just pretend we didn’t see anything?” Ray asked hopefully.

“It’s worked well in the past,” Winston added, before heading up the stairs. Ray and Peter followed after him, but Egon still stood by the containment unit, staring at the picture.

“You coming, Egon?” Ray asked.

‘Almost,’ Egon thought with a lazy smile. He looked up and told Ray he would be right along. He started up the stairs after the others. As he was about to put the photo into his pocket again, he noticed some writing on the back. Nice rack, huh Egon? He chuckled, instantly recognizing the feminine script. Having deduced whom the photo was really from; he was amuse the the fact that she knew he’d end up with it. He decided that it would be their little secret.

He looked at the front of the photo again and smiled affectionately. “Nice rack indeed, Janine.”
He pocketed the photograph, and headed upstairs. As he got into Ecto-1, he made a decision. It was definitely time to stop screwing around and ask Janine out on a real date. She had been more than patientd hed he wasn’t fooling anyone anymore. They all knew he was gone on her. Shyness and uncertainty be damned. He really cared about her, and it was time he showed it.

Besides, it was his sworn duty to appease scientific curiosity. He was bound and determined to compare the photo to the real thing!

END

Other RGB episodes referenced:
A Ghost Grows in Brooklyn – Egon gives Janine a geranium that’s possessed by a ghost, unbeknownst to them all until it starts growing so big it covers all of NYC; the nexus? Janine’s apartme
The
The Brooklyn Triangle – introduced Winston’s dad to us, who owns a construction company for which Winston used to work; also had a cute scene where Egon drools over Janine’s yearbook photo
Moaning Stones – I made minor reference to Winston’s heritage as a descendant of the Zulu shaman Shima Buku
The Spirit of Aunt Lois – introduced us to Ray’s aunt, who raised him after he was orphaned
Play Them Ragtime Boos – the guys battle a ghost named Malachi in a small town near New Orleans
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