“I just said pants, not shirt!”Justin let out a hearty laugh.“Whatever, force of habit. It's not as if the shirt would have stayed on, anyway.�...He wiggled his eyebrows at her in an exaggerated manner.Erin snickered and stood up from the bed, falling to her knees. “I'll help you with your pants,” she murmured, looking up at a very flustered Justin, a sight that pleased her greatly.I need to do this more often.Unbuttoning his fly, Erin savored making Justin wait. She made sure to take her time. It all started with that strange call you got about a month ago. A reader of your blog had heard rumours of king Abbah Ay'crul, who was said to have come to power through magical ways. Many believed it was the gods who chose him, but the man thought it might have been a Djinn, or genie, doing the work. A clue like every other, but it intrigued you anyways. You traveled deep into the deserts of Africa to raid the tomb of the king.You put the lamp down and start taking pictures of it. When you. For both of them. ************I got up to look at my phone on the end table where I left it. It was just after 12:30am and I had a message that was from 11pm. The text message from my wife read:Thank you for helping my sister. Please stay the night and help her as much as possible. I’ll be over late morning so that the three of us can talk and we can answer all of your questions. I’m sorry we deceived you for 4 years. I hope you’ll forgive me. Please be kind to her. She really needs our help. When the plane arrived in London I was greeted by a woman named Lexi. She was in her early to mid 20s wearing a chauffeur's outfit that looked like it was made in a shiny material. I didn't know what to make of it but when she extended her hand I noticed pretty much her entire body is in this strange material. When I reached for her hand I noticed that the material was very smooth and tight. Her blouse was so form fitting that without her jacket made out of this strange material she would most.