Marcie grew a cunning sly look and her shifty eyes darted to her fellow con artist
Robert Jordon,who nodded away from the desperate client.
"Nahhh,if a dragons about to gobble you up I want no part of it " said Marcie
That certainly depressed Christine,who didn't realize the two cons were milking her for
more then a diamond necklace.
"If I give you a extra 50 cents into the deal what have you got for me" said
Marcie
Christine looked at her puzzle,then said
"Oh"
as she realized the PPI had sized her up as a shill,who could be blackmailed for a
good portion of her husband's familys wealth
This is 1933 after all,and we all know Ken Atwells dad is connected to
Roosevelts administration.
"I see" said Christine,who spun on her heels and walked out the
door.As she was crossing the other room Rusty's repaired robot man
Elwood the ElectroMechanical Man lurched towards her doing the jitterbug whilst
Al Jolsons tinny voice sang Mamie from its flapping mechanical jaws.
With a "Hmmmph!" Christine shoved at the machine ,toppling it over and exited the
premises.
Six days later Christine woke up,after a sleepless 5th night,to find
herself in a cave ,nude,draped over a huge pile of treasure,a dragons hoard.
She was surprised to discover she was still human,and that no dragon lay in waiting.
She promptly got up,found some rusty old armour to cover herself with
and headed for the cave entrance
She was within 3 feet of the caves thresshold when a very loud and raspy
hissing thought burst into her mind
<THE HUMANSSS WILL SSSTEAL MY HOARD IF I LEAVE IT >
which froze her in her track,as she realized it had been her thought,not that of someone or
something else.
The next thought image she had was of her huge well muscled scaly forefeet piling
up logs and brush to hide < HER HOARD >
Christine very slowly approached the threshold and could feel her extended arm burn like wildfire as
she pushed a limb through the invisible curtain.
For a full three minutes she stared at her arm,both inside and outside the curtain.
On the outside she held up a proper big scaly taled green forefoot,4 digits slayed
out,but inside the curtain her arm was normal.Where the curtain was she could see the veins
and arteries of her dragon limb,glowing dragons fire coursing through it.
She pulled back her arm,and the fiery sensation seemed to reverse,to be as cold as ice in her
veins.
Well.a maiden in the cave,a dragon outside it...