Chapter 9
By the time I got home, I was more than ready to use my skills for the good of the nation. I couldn’t quite imagine how a saber-tooth-cat fang might relate to the President, but a close examination of the object in question was bound to remedy that fact.
I drew out the artifact and ran it through my hands cautiously. The tooth was hotter than I would have expected, just as Stonehenge’s bluestones often feel warm to the touch.
Temperature discrepancies, though, were rarely mystical. Instead, they were likely due to differences in thermal conductivity and the object’s ability to hold onto heat. Still...there was something strange about the tooth. I raised it closer to my eyes and a roughness to the enamel materialized into a long, straight c***k.
Slipping my thumbnail into the
