“Don’t come near me.”
I’ve been very near you already. His fingers ran up and down her back as she pulled off her blouse then tore his shirt off. “From what?” said Sharon, though she already knew the answer. If it’s had thousands of years to plan such things.”
His voice became brittle. And why like this? “That’s it,” she said, her mouth right next to his. But you? It is perhaps not surprising that the mummy became the focus of various superstitions, some facetious and some not, on the part of museum staff. “Playing around?”
“I thought you liked it that way,” he said, affecting casualness. I don’t even remember. Those who have seen the mummy comment that it is so remarkably well-preserved, and its face so expressive, that at times it seems not to be dead at all, but only sleeping. Sharon let her head loll to one side, eyes rolled back as Marcus’ other fingers glanced against her clit. “Is there anything else?”. She pushed the point against Ta’Awa’s throat.
