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 ...ho 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 finish taking the pictures you put it on your workdesk and turn on. The girls dressed, giggling all the while in reference to God’s love for them, and thanked Father Paul for his involvement in passing on that love. The girls walked together blessing their fortune and fate in life, as the sun began to peek over the horizon bringing dawn to the new day. When they parted Joan returned home and began making the food for the breaking fast. There were slices of meat from the pig’s stomach, and the eggs, which had been freshly laid. Milk from her father’s prize cow. Now what am I going to do? My two best fuck buddies are leaving town. I'm headed back to the townhouse (doghouse) for two weeks. In the days before they leave, the two women pump me for as much sex as possible. It's a long way to Florida. It keeps my mind off of what they will do without me. What is waiting back at my place?After a night of making three-way good bye whoopie with Laura and Susan, I helped them load their stuff into the car. Then they were off, onto their Florida adventure.Now. “Hey,” Mac said as he tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “I love you.”“I love you, too.”“Let’s climb back into bed and be newlyweds,” Mac said, grinning. Chapter ThreeOn Monday, Mac and Grace met with Kiersten Jorgeson for two hours in the morning and then with the Copenhagen staff in the afternoon. Toward the end of the afternoon session, Mac excused himself when his phone rang. “I’m sorry, I have to take this.”Grace watched his face when he looked at the caller ID and hoped it wasn’t.