Anita loved her pizza and I made a mental note to treat her more frequently. Unfortunately I should have been concentrating on feeding myself. I spilt...a tablespoon of hot soup on my lap. It quickly became apparent why most people at least have a napkin there – all I had was skin.Anita thought my impromptu dance of the burning weenie was quite funny and once it settled down, I have to admit it was. When she offered to kiss it and make it feel better, how could I ever say no.She was right too;. Meanwhile, I will not waste the valuable time of these people, but will begin describing our problem. First, I must know, Vilkatas, are you familiar with the Egyptian pantheon? Unfortunately, our problem involves a difficulty with the gods, specifically Satet, the goddess of the river floods. She has disappeared, and, without her annual flooding of our crop land, we will all die. In short, in my position of pharaoh, I beg of you to find her and return her to her job. Will you help us?" Yes, we. Imeant every word of that and was happy for her. Still I have to tell youit brought a tear to my eye as I hugged her that night and watched herwalk out my office door for the last time.I did meet with my lawyer and started the paperwork for my name change.He had put together a list of things and places I had never thought aboutnotifying when I made my list. At least he was earning his money Ithought to myself. He did make it obvious he wouldn't have minded a rompin my bed as we talked. I said. Something was tickling his left thigh, like tiny fingers scratching and moving. Had the rats caught him? Nothing. His eyes opened and another angel was beside him, this one was older, and tired looking, a brunette with brown eyes, she turned to him and said: ‘Hello’ with a tired smile on her face and in her voice. ‘Whaa rrrg.’ He tried to speak, it didn’t come out very well. ‘Shhh, you were thrashing around, we had to restrain you.’ ‘Mmm egg’ ‘Clear your throat, here’s some water.’ She held a.