I could tell she wasn’t sure if she wanted to answer my question. I felt myself becoming intrigued. I knew it would do no good to scan her; the majo...ity of her thoughts were in her native language. So, I waited.Finally, she said, “We are an old people, Michael. And the sword’s history goes back to the beginning of our time and the very first of our people who lived on Tapato. Part of my responsibility as queen, is to pass those stories of our beginning on to the heir. I began telling them to. I guess I did finally go to sleep because a little while later something woke me up. I looked over at my sister and she was propped up on her elbows.“Cam, what is it, what happened?”“I don't know, I heard something and it woke me up I guess?”“What was it?”“Shush a minute and listen.”Then we heard it and we both started laughing. It was mom, next door moaning loudly as usual except that the windows and back sliding doors were open so the sound really carried right into our side of the. -------------------------Now onto the fun stuff-------------------------BAD WISHING 7: OBJECTIFICATIONVan was scum. He thought of women as nothing more than objects for thegratification of his desires. He even referred to them as "pairs of tits",rarely even bothering to learn their names. As a result, women rarelyspent any longer than they had to around him, and all his sexual encountershad been one night stands, usually by choice of the woman.But Van was running out of women to have sexual. We both looked at the vision of a gorgeous nude redhead, lounging seductively against the tree a few feet away."Are you nuts?" I thought at her. She was supposed to be helping the victims get away, not becoming one herself."They are down the bank and in the bushes where you said to hide them," she answered, wiggling her hips sexily. "I even had time to take them their clothes and pick up the knife. You got him to drop it, you remember? So he's disarmed, except for the weapon that nature gave.