So why are you here?”“Actually, Mr. Shore, I do give a shit, as you put it. I was taken away from my own father when I was just a little girl, and...ever since, I’ve always wondered what happened to him, how he’s doing, whether he’s happy, or even if he’s still alive. That’s what made me take this job in the first place, and I’ve been doing it for almost thirty years. In that time, I’ve met some very special people, and they’ve helped me learn something about myself. I can’t take away their hurt,. That'd make the world a much more interesting place without disturbing it too much. In addition, the Priests of my faith will be able to cast my spells wherever they are in the world. I shouldn't say "Priests" because given my preferences, my priests would be exact opposite of the usual image of crusty, old men. My priestesses' robes would be opposite those of the Catholic Church too.Unlike every other faith, "faith" would not be required for mine. I would prove my existence by materializing. I looked at her longingly and I admired her body. Her large dark tipped nipples, and protruding belly and her sexy legs. Her puffy pussy lips, sparkling with moisture. I just had to eat her sexy pussy. I had her lay on her back with her legs spread open spreading her pretty, hairy lips open and inhaled her fragrance as my mouth closed over her clit. She gave a sexy sigh as I gently sucked it in and I felt it harden in my lips, getting larger as I used my tongue on it. She held my head with her. However, Mimi and the professor seemed impervious to boredom, fatigue, the stultifying atmosphere, or overworking their brains, and the pair continued a long involved dialogue concerning the heritage of the Ancient Egyptians, and what the modern world could learn from them.I was greatly relieved when Professor Courvoisier eventually called a halt to his interminable talking about Egypt, and invited Mimi and me to his office for refreshments.“I hope you were not too bored, Sir Elijah?” he said,.