It had, had a good long look at it's visitor. She looked odd to him, she was exotic. Smaller then what he was used to but she seemed very slim, almost... like a teenager. Not having been able to escape for so many centuries, it was longing to do it's favorite thing. It felt it's ecrection slip past the ceremonial wrappings.She coughed once getting a smell of the mummies spice filled odor, she had to admit, it smelled better then most mummies she had uncovered. That cough masked the first step onto. "And nobody will talk to me at all. Even my old supposed friends. If it were just that I'd say it was someone after me because I'd been poking around." Unfortunately that wasn't the only thing that happened that particular day," Makro continued. The much anticipated courier from Jeevel had arrived in port with messages and disturbing news. The first came from the courier's captain: Jeevelian shipping, including the courier, had been experiencing harassment and sometimes downright attack in the. She was testing out another date.“Are you okay?” she asked me before hanging up. “You sound off.”“I’m fine,” I said, not sounding it at all, even to my own ears.What else could I say? I sound off because I fucked your ex-husband, the man you’re still in love with?“Are you sure?” Chloe sounded skeptical. “You have a weird tone.”Thankfully her date rang her bell before I had to answer and she hung up. She texted me later to tell me he was a loser. She didn’t make mention of my tone again, thank. She giggled and played to it, masterfully massaging his ego.I don’t know how long the girl on my kitchen table will be in our lives. Until the next one, I should imagine. She’s beautiful, overtly sexual, and certainly deserving of the role and position my husband has given her.My role must be one of support - to help him nurture his newfound interest and to find ways that he can enjoy it to its maximum. Perhaps, when he’s a spare moment, he’ll still find the inclination to use me. The waiting.