"Thank you for the offer," I said, for lack of anything else to say. "But the fact is that very few people see these, and I'm sure you're busy and hav... better things to do than pore through the equivalent of dusty old manuscripts." I liked that story, Uncle Bob," she said. "It made me wiggly."The only way I could end the discussion was to just ignore her. She got the message after a while and quit trying. She moved from my computer to her laptop and started working again. I went over to watch. Home fries, rice and gravy. And of course, two large pans of homemade biscuits. By the time I had finished serving, Amy's friend Jean and her mom Alice were sitting down, digging in without ceremony.The last of the troop to arrive dashed in."Damn! Almost overslept, again. Did I miss breakfast?"I laughed at my ex. She would be late for her own funeral. I handed her a sausage and egg on toast and a travel cup of coffee, grinning as she tried to eat and walk at the same time.I was left with a. "They are excellent weapons makers. The knife that hit you was made for the express purpose of killing powerful magic users. The blade is inscribed with runes of power that are old and not much could withstand it," she hesitated, then went on."The only beings able to withstand this type of magic, are the divine, and dragons. We don't know of any other being to have ever survived an attack from this type of blade. Our divinity, yours and mine, is not of sufficient strength to really counter the. It’s fucking awful. I didn’t take the lessons seriously and I’m using only what I’ve picked up from TV and overhearing my sister’s family talk. I’m piecing together sentences as best I can but fuck, this is embarrassing. She’s still rubbing her fingers over her clit and panting, but her eyes are clear and she’s listening to me at least. “We already fucked once, you understand?” I nod. I can pick up the important words. ‘We,’ ‘fucked’, ‘you’, and ‘understand’. It’s obvious what she’s saying..