The Mummy's Maid [COMPLETE]

Welcome to the 21st Century

The next morning, I woke to find Ahmanet's head on my stomach. I sat up sharply and she rolled off before shooting up awake herself. It only took a moment for her to realize what she had done wrong.

"I apologize." Though it was simple, she sounded so sincere I easily forgave her. I bounced off the bed and walked to the window, quickly opening the blinds. Ahmanet hissed before diving under the covers.

"Oh come on, it's just sunlight, it won't kill you." She poked her head out as I skipped into the closet. She slowly stood and walked to the window, brushing her fingertips against the glass. I came back in and tossed a light light blue dress to her side. She stared at it for a moment and I sighed. 

"I suppose you don't know how to put on a dress do you?" She shook her head, I groaned. Oh I have so much work to do. I thought before walking over. 

"For starters, you need to take off what you're wearing." It wasn't until the last white strip fell away when I realized I should have been more specific. But I was too stunned to say anything. 

I may not be into woman, but even I know a good body when I see one. Her's was white as a newborn baby with flawless curves and breasts most woman would envy. Her legs were fit like the rest of her and in between them...

I glanced away, blushing deeply. Well that could have been avoided. I thought. Whether Ahmanet noticed or not she gave no sign. 

"Now what?" I still refused to look at her. "Now we give you a makeover to ensure you won't get noticed." 

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It took the whole morning, but it was worth it; Ahmanet was now cultured in the ways of the 21st century and ready to see the world. Just before we walked out the door, she grabbed my wrist and weaved her fingers into mine. 

"I feel safer doing this." And I knew better then to argue. 

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That evening, after probably the best day I'd felt in awhile, we returned back to he house as happy as children with Lucky Charms cereal (which Ahmanet had developed a particular love for after her first bowel). We turned on the TV and put on The Wizard of Oz which we watched for some time in silence. At the part where Dorothy was singing, I found myself singing the words I knew like the back of my hand. Ahmanet smiled and lay her head on my shoulder. 

"You have a lovely voice." And even though many people had told me that before, this time it felt different, along with the feel of Ahmanet's chilly cheek resting on my shoulder. Suddenly comfortable, I smiled at gently stroked her hair, relishing at the smile she gave in return.