I had to explain that the knife was a gift from the gods, and I had no idea how to make a duplicate. They were disappointed, but the atlatl was enough...of a wonder to keep them happy.I had Big Foot demonstrate how much more effective the spear was with a flint point attached and pointed out that, at least at the moment, I was the only source of suitable points. They were warned that the flint points broke easily, but they could always get replacements from me whenever they were needed.The. Don’t tell no good stories without me!”They were already near the end of the hall and began to the descend stairs. A guard was marching past them, his ears perked and sniffing the air. He glanced at Nova but hurried by, grinning as he found the source of the sound. “Ah, I’ll have ‘er when yer done wit’ ‘er, sir.”Nova stayed as close to Anubis as she was able to when they entered a busier area of the estate. The slaves rushed about along the walls, eyes down, whispering briefly while the Wogtal. After that, Mother wouldbe there to pick me up and she wouldn't say a thing.When we got home, Miss Johnson pulled my overnight bag from the hallwaycloset and placed it on the floor. She told me there was a sleeping bagavailable if I wanted to sleep in the living room on the sofa, but Tammylooked at me kind of sad and said she'd hope I'd choose otherwise.I left the overnight bag on the floor and Tammy and I went to her roomto decide what to do.I didn't have to think long. The night was a little. For some reason I can never get enough of looking at you, the smooth outlines of your face, the soft curves of your body are a sight I can look at for hours. You sit on the bed with your back against the headboard. Your only clothing is one of my white shirts with only the middle button buttoned up, exposing parts of your flat stomach. Your belly piercing glistens by the light of the afternoon sun that brightens the bedroom. Your legs are stretched in front of you, but pressed against each.