This story can only be found bundled with the Erotic Novella “Anger Management”
My father worked too much, which was my conclusion as to why he never had time to see me, this time however was going to be different. I’d tried to see him on three separate occasions during the past two weeks and each time his servants informed me that he was not available. I marched into the study ready for an argument in fact I was looking forward to it.
”But Madam, your father told me not to let anybody in,” said my father’s butler.
”You will inform my father that his daughter wishes to see him, and that she is most insistent,” I replied, knowing full well that I sounded like a stuck up bitch.
”I will try Madam, I will try,” he said walking off towards my father’s laboratory.
I wasn’t about to let him go in alone, I followed him making sure he didn’t see me, once he had used the combination on the lab door, I pushed past him and yelled ‘Father’!
”Madam, you can’t…”
”Forget it Giles, I am going to see my Father whether he wants me to or not.”
”Cathy, what do you want?”
I turned to find my Father behind his desk.
”Its ok Giles, leave us alone will you,” he said, in his most authoritative voice.
Giles sighed, and then turned and left the room.
”Well Cathy, what’s so important it can’t wait a while?” said my Father.
”If your own daughter cannot see you, then what is the point of having one, I mean its not unreasonable for a daughter to want to see her Father on occasion,” I said, ready for any argument he may present.
”You’re right, I have been thoughtless, and for that I am sorry. My work has consumed my every waking moment, in the past few weeks, and I have neglected you in the name of science…”
”Will you forgive me?”
I wasn’t expecting that, so for the first time today I was stuck for words. Getting a grip on myself, I leaned over and kissed his cheek.
”You’re forgiven,” I finally said.
”Now what’s so important that you felt it had to take up all your time?” I asked.
He went on to explain what he had found on his recent visit to the Amazon temple ruins. Apparently he had found a large stone table with a very intricate mosaic of what he could only guess was an old forgotten language. He then took me over to his workroom where he kept his most important studies there I saw the stone table he’d been telling me about.
”This is it, unfortunately I cannot decipher the writing without a frame of reference there just isn’t anything on record that comes close to what this says,” he said, rubbing his hand over the smooth surface.
The table stood about four feet high, and was supported by four elaborate carved legs, each one made of a stone I didn’t recognize, however there was something on the table that I instantly did recognize, they were four shapes that brought a memory back from my collage days.
”Correct me if I’m wrong, but don’t those four shapes depict earth, water, fire, and air?” I said, not really thinking that it was something my father would miss.
He sat down heavily in his chair.
”What was I thinking, of course, I just wasn’t analyzing them separately I thought they were the end to each section of writing.”
He suddenly went off into one of his contemplating moods, and I knew I wouldn’t get any sense out of him for a while, so I poured myself a scotch and sat waiting for him to ponder this revelation, feeling quite proud that I had helped him in his research.
”That’s it!!!” he suddenly shouted.
This made me jump, for I had been looking at the legs of the table thinking how artistic they were.
”It’s an altar for worshiping nature, the four elements being the key, they have more significance than we’re aware of, but thanks to you I have a frame of reference to go by now. He decided to call it a day at that point, but as we left the room turning the light off we observed that the table was glowing in the darkness, turning the light back on we stood over the table to inspect it further.
”It seems to absorb the light, and reflect it back. But why?” said my Father.
I touched the table with the tip of my finger, and for a split second it seemed to pass straight through, pulling my finger clear, my Father tried the same thing, but was unable to elicit the same response. It was then that my Father had one of those eureka moments. To test his supposition he placed a hand on the middle of the table, nothing happened. He then told me to place my hand in the same place, the symbols depicting earth, water, fire, and air started to rise out of the Four Corners of the stone slab. Once it was clear they had risen as far as they were going to, I removed my hand. Then a small electrical charge started to appear from each symbol, each one creeping to the center of the table, once joined in the middle what I can only describe as an aura started to form across the entire surface.
”What’s happening…?” I said.
”I’m not sure, but one thing I do know is that only a female can activate it.”