The Lost Goddess Of Ancient Egypt

y and nasty male customers who like to grab my ass. Those was one of the times I wished I had superpowers, like lightning

my head. Everyone working in Sultry Nights knew how Mark Callary was foaming at the mouth to

one of those assholes deemed to touch my ass, I would give the lucky bastard a glorious eye shiner if you get my

r. Meh! this heels were killing me. Thankfu

" A guy said as h

drink. He expects me to bring it there. If not I desperately needed every cas

ment. Since I couldn't further my studies and get a decent job in that career. I opt

I could be an aspiring model. But damn was I wrong. Most of the agents managers of the various companies I went to,

ing-song voice. Let me get him his drink bef

eone wanted to tap my ass. Unfortunately for him, I felt the wind whispering at

ly, I had some weird sensations overtime as I got older, some like hot flashes, ice cold and others lukewarm. But this I

bar, the sensation I got when he looked at me was ... hmmn creepy. I felt this crazy instinc

be watched, even from the slight distance I could see and smell it. Did I forget to tel

anvas that had seen better days. He looked around the bar with eyes that felt serpentine, yeah I was getting snakes vibes from him. Ew, even when he looked at me again, it felt a

es were still acute on the snake guy. Slouched on his chair, he seemed to be waiting for someone. I wondered who would want to be around s

. What other reason was I looking for, dog hate and bark at me, cats both owned and stray love me (notice the word love not like), I can jump from heights and have a nimble walking style .I che

cally as if frightened. I leaned on the bar

t only was he creepy but also a psycho. Wouldn't shock me if the dude

of the alarm I set for 8:30pm.