On top I placed the scarab along with a couple of dried figs.“Thanks be to you,” I whispered.I left the lonely, shattered tomb, vowing to remember...the Lady Renenutet always, in my prayers.As I walked away, I was reminded of an ancient song that my uncle had taught me. My uncle values old things very highly and this was perhaps composed in some lonely wadi such as this, by some pious traveler of long ago. I sang it quietly so that I would at least have my own voice for a companion.Silent paths. ”After 3 days in the cell, I was produced in the court and I was sent to jail. The police officers and woman constables were sympathetic to me; they realized that I was an innocent victim. My only crime was my unchained lust.Then my jail ordeal started. I was sharing a cell with five other women. Some were thieves, prostitutes and others were con women. Fortunately, they were all friendly and not prone to violence.On the first day itself, the officer in charge of prison sent for me. There was. La propriétaire, une élégante femme de quarante-cinq ans, récemment divorcée, discutait avec sa fille Christelle qui l'aidait à tenir son commerce. Trois clients achevaient de régler leurs achats: Paul et Marie, un couple d'amoureux d'une vingtaine d'années venu choisir une bague de fiançailles, et Sandra, une femme mariée d'une trentaine d'années, enceinte de huit mois, qui recherchait une médaille de baptême pour son futur bébé. Enfin, Jérémie, fils d'Eva et frère cadet de Christelle, était. ‘Sure what time would be good for you?’ He asked. ‘I can be there in about thirty minutes. Would that be okay?’ I asked knowing he would agree with me. I hung the phone up hearing him asking me what was my name? My name wasn’t the issue yet at least. I truly wanted him to build me a hutch. I drove up right on time. Time meant a lot to me it was common courtesy foremost. I saw him standing in front of his shop he was proud confident, handsome and looked very friendly. Sexy was icing on the cake..