Jack smiled and rested his head drifting off into a small sleep so he was well rested. He was woken up later by a knock at the door. He put on some pa...ts and went to the door. Need help with the ice… He stopped himself when the person at the door was not his wife but a male police officer. Are you Mr. Williams? the policemen asked. Yes Jack said with fear in his voice. The policemen looked at him with pity Sir I hate to have to tell you this but your wife is dead. She was at the grocery store. The gold, copper, and gemstones which ringed her neck and arms glittered from an oil lamp’s firelight. Her slender, dark brown curves and round breasts shone with even greater brilliance, like polished mahogany. Raising her torso up to face her slave, Hatshepsut yawned and then smiled with full and luscious lips. “Oh, it’s you, Mikha’El,” she said. “Thank you, but I’m not hungry.” Mikha’El rested the bowl of dates on a counter next to the bed. “That’s the first time any Egyptian ever said my. ... When we arrived at his place, Jacob locked the door behind and peered through the peephole.I set my purse on his side table. “Think a plumeria bush followed you home?”He removed his trainers on the doormat. Then he put his hands on his hips. “So I'm dating a witch.”I took off my boots, faced him, and matched his stance. “In the broadest terms.”“Narrow it for me.”“Can I sit first?”He guided me to the living room couch. We reclined on the firm cushions side by side.“I don't wear a pointy hat. “Unless yah can survive on breezy sandwiches, I don’t think we’ve got a choice.” I took a bite out of the air in front of my hands and chewed with gusto. “Umm, light and fluffy, the way I like it,” I winked.We were both hungry as hell. I had skipped meals from time to time without fear. I always knew there would be something to eat waiting for me on the other side of the clock. This time, there would be nothing in our cupboard unless we stocked it ourselves. Starving to death is a miserable way.