“That coin you have,” the Revenant solemnly stated, “is indeed most unusual ... and briefly, when I first examined it with Blackwing, it clearly...held traces of some very powerful prior magic upon it.”“It’s a Roman-era silver denarius from 49 b.c.,” Blackwing told then told me, in something of a conspiratorial whisper. “From the start of the civil war, the very first coined minted for Julius Caesar after he marched on Rome. Marked ‘Caesar’ with crossed olive branches on one side and the goddess. There wasn’t much sign of Jenny except a bit of hair peeking from under a pile of blankets.She tried to look serious. “That was different...”He crooked an eyebrow, a twinkle in his eyes.“You took advantage of a poor defenseless sleeping woman.”His fingers gently made their way down her cheek to her neck. “Yes, I did.” He didn’t look repentant at all.“Now, stop that.” Her voice came out husky. She reached up to brush his hand away, but instead put her hand over his.“I love you, Case.”He moved. I look up and into his eyes. I'm topless and wearing a miniskirt and high heels and smiling right into his eyes. I know the mane of red hair is accenting the glowing skin of my bare breasts. I clasp my hands behind my back and twist my shoulders a little while looking at him. My breasts sway heavily. I feel so wicked. I turn away from the window and sit down to put on my makeup. I lift and separate my lashes and pile on the mascara. I want to see how long I can make them. I insert my hook. He had done this before with other sleeping females and found they believed his favor stealing to be their over-active imagination and soon forgotten in the light of day. On rare occasions, when the young girl was particularly fetching, he had actually mentally coupled with them in a spiritual sense watching them writhe under his weightless body as he touched places in their internal core that had never been touched before. This female was an exception right from the start.The touch of his.