AN: Ok. I know I said I was going to update in five days, but the fact is, my spring break was a lot busier than I planned. I'm in the process of looking for a house, which in fact is a very stressful and trying process. Now if I can just get the boyfriend not to move forty miles away from here…

Anyways, Enjoy!

The "Pleasure God" Fiasco and Other Bedtime Stories

Chapter 3

And The Walls Come Tumbling Down

Alex O'Connell:

First of all, tossing the football around again was not my idea. Ib was just sitting in the library reading one of my Grandfather's books about Tutankhamen when Kamaria came in to the room.

"How about a re-match?" She asked, grinning.

"Can't," I pointed to the broken window behind me.

"Ooooo..." Kam said, scrunching up her face. "I'll bet your father's not too pleased."

"He's making me pay for it," I replied. "Mum had a conniption fit, though."

"I'll bet she did. I think it's about time I taught you the fine art of not getting caught,'' she said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Do you have another ball?"

"In my bedroom." I answered.

The mysterious Middle Eastern woman disappeared and returned shortly, my spare football balancing gracefully on her hand. She tossed the ball to me and I caught it, and threw it back at her. I overshot way too far. The ball landed softly on top of a bookshelf. My eyes went wide. Kamaria's mouth dropped open.

"Alex have you seen your mother?" My dad asked, as he entered the room.

"Nope," Kam and I answered simultaneously. He must have been too distracted because he walked right out of the room.

"Whew. That was close." Kam and I looked at each other and sighed. She nodded.

"Quick, Alex! Climb up and get it!" Kam all but whispered.

"Are you mental?" I asked.

"I've seen you climb trees higher than that."

"This is a bookshelf Kam," I glared at her, "It's not as sturdy as a tree."

Which is why it is you who must to climb it," She raised her dark eyebrows. "Of the two of us, you're the only one who's small enough."

"Good point." I glanced back up at the ball. Kamaria followed my gaze. "And how is this a lesson in how 'not to get caught?"

She grinned. "Your getting rid of the evidence, aren't you?" Kamaria stated, her Egyptian accent dripping through in her delight.

I looked at my next obstacle begrudgingly. "Here goes nothing." I started to climb the bookshelf being very weary of my footing. As I reached the top, my foot slipped a bit. I gasped and caught my footing. As I reached for the ball I heard the bookshelf creak. My heart rate quickened as I knocked the ball from its perch and started to climb down. The bookshelf started to lean ino my weight. I instinctively let go of the tumbling shelf. Kamaria caught me just in time and pulled me into a roll, out of harm's way.

AN: I know it's a little short but the next one is longer. Review please!