Chapter Eight
The next day we headed back north. I guess I was satisfied with the outcome. It actually wasn’t what I had expected.
Phil needed a little action when we got home. I guess he felt a little neglected. After that I was doing some vacuuming and cleaning around the house and decided to do the floor in the dungeon. I was polishing the hardwood on my hands and knees when I got to the side with the cabinets and decided to look for that infamous sheath. It was easy to find, being right on the second shelf of the first cupboard that I opened.
I picked it up and closely examined the fiendish thing. As my finger ran across the inside of the leather, the dozens of sharp little spikes easily made their presence known. They all stuck up at a 45 degree angle and were about an eighth of an
