Enough to barely afford the city. Which was one of life’s great ironies. She scrimped and saved in Wichita, trying to save enough money to afford gr...duate school and pay down student loans, dreaming of an actual city. A place where no one would care if she had short purple hair and liked to kiss other girls.Only once she got there, just paying rent and basic living expenses ate away any entertainment budget. And she was so tired, especially after volunteering to clean all of the toys in. It just wasn't me, I could never bring myself to hit a woman, or even fight back.My wife ignored me or basically gave me the cold shoulder for the next week. It's not like she could use sex against me, we maybe had sex only three or four times a year anyway. I guess it really didn't matter to me at that point anyway. I sent the supplies out to the weigh stations that week and hid the pack in the trunk of my car. It no longer mattered to me what she thought; I was going.A month later, I shut. There was still lots to do and I could not be spending my time as an amateur archaeologist. The chest still had to be opened or at least investigated. The now partially functional portals drew me almost as hard.I went looking for my map-maker. It would be expected that he would be on Woodland investigating the portals with the rest. I asked a few questions and had to go to Shreff. Loca was in the library sitting at a desk and reading.He got up quickly when I came in. "Hello, my King. May I be. . me. And that, of course, was Riya. In high school, we were inseparable. But then she deserted me and left Baltimore for Cambridge. Oh, gosh, I was crushed. I ran right out and joined some new-fangled church ... I guess it was really a cult. Riya saved me, actually dragging the sheriff, the FBI and a news crew out to the compound, threatening to charge them with kidnapping and plastering it all over the internet if they refused to let her take me home. I had been introduced to sex while I was.