"With another angry grunt, I waved the tampon at her."Better safe than sorry, Cindy. Fortunately it's not that time of themonth yet."No fucking shit. ...hat did she expect me to do with that thing, shove itup my ass? I closed the purse and slipped the damn thing over myshoulders and managed to yank my new hair something awful; that wig wasclipped into my hair and hurt if I pulled on it. It must've been anexpensive wig. It fell naturally and felt like the real thing. Great,another thing to learn. His chest constricted as she approached. She smiled, and he felt the wind gush from his lungs. She took a step closer, and the floor lurched below him. Then she was there, her bare thighs brushing his knees, her eyes pouring her heat into his soul. She pressed toward him and swept him up in the sweet freshness of her hair and the soft fragrance of milled soap and perfume on her skin, but mostly she captivated him with the sensuous, womanly musk of her arousal and the closeness of her filled him. It must’ve been time to take her upstairs.“What’s what mean?”“Striking. Look he talks about striking each time he gets all whiny about his wife Jennifer changing,” she said. “Also, did you get to the part where he starts fucking his daughter-in-law. God he’s whiny apologizing to his son.”“Striking. Striking. Striking.” Ron growled. He flipped through Veidt’s technical notes until he found the subheading at the bottom of a page. Shit. He had knocked them out of order. Thank Christ they’re. “He was King of the Kommagene. Then we’ll try Zeus, King of the gods.”“So what then?”“I need to follow the symbols of initiation,” Keith said.“That could be almost anything,” Maddie said. “Ancient religions had all kinds of symbols—any that could be used in initiation.” They paced around the area looking for symbols.“But Gutenberg only created one set of initiation symbols. And he’s the one who wrote the instructions we are following.”“Shield, crescent, lozenge, cross,” Maddie recited the basic.