“but its ok I helped her”. I nodded and said thank you. She breathed a breath of release as she fell asleep next to me againI wole up the next day... to the feeling of being watched and sure enough I was. As I looked up it took me a moment to notice who was watching me. It was Izzy. Her arms were crossed and she had a very pissed look on her face. “downstairs” she said “now”. I knew what she was mad about. She was mad that Gene was sleeping with me and I knew I was in for a long day. Once I was. It's been about three months since my mother in law returned to work, the stuff is still flying out of that house. We can't make it fast enough. Then we found out about this crafts fair.We manufactured jewelry like crazy for a few weeks, my mother in law stopped selling up at the hospital and we managed to put together over 100 bracelets, a couple dozen necklaces, over fifty pairs of earrings and ten or so complete sets of matching bracelet, necklace and earrings.So, Friday night we took all of. I worked steadily with the gold rod I had made from melting down some trinkets, curving it into a complex shape, strong yet flexible, easy to insert impossible to remove, and I made the tools to insert and extract it from plastic pipe. It was a work of art, something a Medieval torturer would have given his right leg for, something an Arab would like his favorite daughter to wear.It looked more like a golden bed spring than a contraceptive coil, gold, made of soft gold, it would fit neatly. I saw a guy who had the chest and head of a man (and he was muscular) and the body of a horse he pulled an arrow out of a quiver on his back and shot the Cyclops dead in the eye he trotted (walked I don’t know) over to the Cyclops and removed the eye and put it into what looked like a saddle on the back of his horse portion of his body he put the arrow in the quiver the grabbed the club swung it around a few times and looked at me “Can you strap this down for me?” I nodded and he put the club.