"The gods showed me how to make glass. The gods have nice machines but I had to copy with what I had now. The gods want me to work at what I am comman...ed to do."Cassianus looked at me and said simply, "Commanded?" That is the word I used. You see, the gods gave me a lot of information and then showed me what to do with it. Most were educational and meant to amuse at the same time. The gods have families too and they look on us as poor relations that are just not very smart."I liked the pauses. ..big?" I asked."Yes. It felt big. He put both hands on my boobs and started dry humping me. Really hard, with his erection hidden behind his trousers poking at my butt. As if we were having sex. He did that for a minute or two and even through his pants and my housecoat, his erection would occasionally hit me.....there. I was beginning to lose control. Alarms were going off in my head. That's when....that's when the phone rang." Ah, my call." I said."Yes. As soon as the phone rang, we both. It took a moment for the full meaning to sink in. "You sign a contract with the Raiders, who immediately trade you to the Broncos. Why would they Raiders ever, ever trade you to their biggest rival?" John Elway put them between a rock and a hard place," I explained. "John also has lined up a trade with the Panthers. They swap first-round picks and Denver sends Omar Harris to Carolina." Brilliant ... positively brilliant," Max marveled. "The Broncos get your services at a steep discount if the. "Look at all the evidence. Why did you get beaten up?" And," added David, "those last transactions on the card. The card was stolen from you when you were mugged but never used. No one ever tried to steal your identity." Well..." I stopped. I couldn't answer those questions. I looked at the others for help."And why were you so comprehensively beaten? It couldn't have been for money, none was taken beyond what you had on you." One idea," suggested Keith. "He was with the woman, Alsvik, was it?.