”“I did.”“Again.”“Well, I mean, I told them to come by every second night. Thought maybe you’d want a break between visits.” Without e...er breaking her grin, Jessy leaned back, and hooked her elbows over the back of the seat. “If you want them over every night though, just tell them. They got the stamina, especially if I’m not Kissing them.”Clara’s eyes could cut steel with the way she was looking at her. “You ... you can’t ... just...”“What? Make life a little more enjoyable for you?” With her. "It won't? I have never failed yet." The young man looked suspicious but Tim knew it was no contest, he would everything asked just for the chance for the fantasy.It was hours later, when the five people sat about in Samuel's living room. The only adults in attendance was Samuel's mother, Suzanne, and Tim. Jean had been surprised when her brother, Joel, had agreed to come to dinner and simply went along with the instructions. Usually the younger brother was a protagonist and a thorn in her. Which I can't see someone fabricating just to dupe me. I doubt seriously that I'm that big a prize." Barbara said."I think you vastly underestimate your worth ... now ... This is what was found." Susan continued.She showed a slightly beaming Barbara photographs of the metal manuscript, the pots of corn and grain and the original Rod of Sappho."Where are these artifacts now?" Barbara asked, excited."Sadly, the Rod, is no longer in existence. For reasons I will explain ... the book ... is here.". One of my students," I say, with the emphasison students. "What a coincidence isn't it?" Hi," he waves, as I open the door again and usher him outside. "Andbye I guess." Goodnight Andrew, thanks again. Drive carefully!" I say as the doorswings shut with a slam.Jesus Christ. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath and sighing until Ifeel Shayna's arms around me, holding me from behind."Well, he's going to have a story to tell at school tomorrow," Shaynasays eventually, giving me a squeeze. "Come.