Come inside and we can ‘discuss’ just how you can thank me.”He finally got a good look at her before she disappeared into the darkness of the ca...ve once again. The change in her appearance since he had last been here was startling. She had polished the dull, dried horns back to their original golden hue. Ratted gray hair with sticks and leaves poking out was now bright white and looked well kept. Her clothes were still the animal hides and leather straps that left little to the imagination but. The silence was deafening, and Charles was determined to demonstrate that he was not, in fact, socially awkward. ‘Is Tommy here?’She didn’t break her stare. After a beat, she replied:‘No. Tommy isn’t here. He’s fucking some bitch from the tennis club.’He said nothing, choosing rather to pick a spot on the floor and stare at it. His mouth opened and flapped, but nothing other than delicate choking noises came out. Charles was failing to prove how affable he felt he truly was. ‘Lucy, I should. Soon, to the outward world, he wasCleopatra, and she was the great Julius Caesar!"How?" he asked with her voice. More interested than horrified. Therewas something new under the sun, after all. He already knew the answerto why, of course - power and greed.She laughed triumphantly with his voice. "This! The ancient Medallionof Zulo!" She threw it into the Tiber. "From now on, I'm Caesar, andyou're my whore. Any trouble with you, and I will send you in chains tothe Coliseum, to be food for the. As I had expected, there was no one in the park during the week. As I slipped behind the bathrooms and onto the trail going up the hill, I hit my butterfly moment. That’s what I call it just before it is time and butterflies fill my stomach and questions fill my mind. “Do I really want to do this? Is the danger worth the reward?”The dampness between my legs answered my question. I was going to do this! So as a symbol of my commitment to proceed, I slipped off the backpack and took off my.