Part one introduces an ancient artifact that actually is thought to be nothing more than a "fun" myth. Marcus, a young college post graduate student discovers this artifact during a routine and dull assignment of his duties. His college professor finds him at work and he accidently sets it off, in turn, setting her off. The Bow of Eros, took effect.
Marcus had packed his things up and put the bow in his backpack to take home. He wanted to look at this thing further. He wondered if he could find anything anywhere about it, it was a gorgeous thing in and of itself, but with what it could do, as Marcus had just discovered, was wow!
It had taken him some time to catch his breath after Ms. Havitz, er, Brenda had left. He really was going to have to decide what to call her. Speaking of calling her, he wondered if he should call her tonight or tomorrow and see if she really did carry out his demand of her to go shopping. Being Friday, she had a good amount of time for tonight and tomorrow to do it. "I'll wait. Maybe see if she tries to call me first actually" he said to himself.
So, Marcus headed home. Home was not really home per se, but it also was. He was trying to pay for college himself, at least some of it anyway, so as not to be weighed down by college bills in his 90's! His parents let him stay in the suite above the detached garage, in the home he grew up in. He didn't want to still be under the same roof as his parents and his younger sister. He was a post grad for sakes!
It wasn't much, but it was "his" such as it were. A little kitchenette, complete with two burner stove and oven. A small microwave, fridge, and even a little kitchen sink. He had a small bathroom, with a little 3 x 3 shower. The rest of his furniture consisted of his bed and his tv. A small desk for him to sit at doing his schoolwork and a little table by the kitchenette to eat at, though most of the time, he just ate in bed as he watched tv.
As he came in he plopped his backpack down and decided he was going to shower first. Not that he minded, nor that likely anyone would encounter him, but just in case his mom, dad, or sister came up to get him to see if he wanted to join them for dinner instead of eating alone, he didn't want to reek of the sex he had back at the university.
He grabbed some boxers out of his dresser, (yes, I forgot to mention the dresser and the hanging rack for his shirts) Marcus jumped into the shower, letting the hot water wash all over him, rinsing the tenseness out of his muscles and beginning to wash the smell of sex off him. He lathered up and cleaned off; once again, letting the hot water roll off of him. Finally after he had thoroughly steamed the bathroom up, he turned off the water to dry off.
"Hey bro!" A voice shouted and startled him.
Jumping at the unexpected voice. "Nikki, damn it, you're supposed to knock!" Marcus yelled indignantly to cover up his being startled by her.
Nikki, his younger sister, was a junior at the university. She was of course, on the cheer squad as, he had to admit even if he wouldn't tell her, that she was very pretty, and could even be more than that if she attempted to. Nikki was athletic, without being bulky or overly thick and muscular. She had sandy blonde hair that fell around her shoulders in locks. Her body was slim and supple, she carried her 34 C breasts proudly, and she probably could even without a bra. Her hips were just wide enough to be inviting and she did have a very tight ass that was well rounded.
She stayed with her parents basically for the same reason he did, it cost a lot to be in a dorm and live on campus. She could stay home and save the money. It made for some rough times when her squad mates on the cheer team had a sorority party and she wanted to attend.
"I did knock, knuckle head, and you didn't answer, that's when I tried the door and let myself in. Mom and dad want to know if you're gonna eat dinner with us or have one of those inedible tv dinners you eat all the time when you don't want to be social with the rest of the fam. Oh, and what's this pretty toy you got here?" Nikki said all this breathlessly and rapid fast, not even looking at Marcus, but looking at what had peeked out of his back pack. It was like a toy bow, but like, a really expensive looking toy bow.
Marcus looked at Nikki, and suddenly he realized what she was talking about and anything she had said failed to register on him except that she had in her hand the Bow of Eros.
Marcus yelled while leaping across the room, "Put that down, you'll damage it! It's priceless!"
Nikki, taken aback by his roar and his football style rush at her that was totally out of character for him dropped the bow and stepped backwards a pace or two, "Whoa bro! Sorry, no need to rush and sack the quarterback! There I dropped it!"
Marcus arriving to her just as she dropped the bow, reached down and scooped it up in his hands, holding it close to himself. Panting, he stared at her a moment, then realizing what he must have looked and sounded like as he came bounding towards her clicked in his mind.
"Aww, Nikki, I'm sorry, I just panicked. I didn't mean to startle you like you did me. It's just this is not a toy per se, it may have been perhaps, that's why I brought it home, it's part of a collection we just got shipped in that I was cataloging." Slowly he reached out his hand to her shoulder as he said this.
As Marcus' hand touched her shoulder, Nikki let out a sigh as she watched him. It was pretty weird, but if it is what he said it was, it must be pretty valuable; he'd be in a wringer if something happened to it while in his possession.
Nikki nodded to Marcus, "It, it's ok bro, I get it. Sorry, I just didn't really realize what it was. It is pretty and heavy, you say it may be a toy but may not be?"
Looking at her, with her pouty lips and big open eyes that were begging a forgiveness; a thought, an image passed through his mind. Illicit and forbidden; one not previously there at any time. But one that now came to the forefront, because of what had awakened in him not long ago at the university.
Marcus turned from her, began walking away from her and spoke, "Yeah, it could have been a toy for perhaps a child of royalty, but it isn't something that we have ever heard of in the history books of Greek art or religion."
After taking about ten steps from Nikki, he turned; and as before he lifted the bow and made a drawing motion with his hand, as if he were going to shoot an arrow. As before, a white light lit where a drawstring would be, that was further illuminated by a red arrow that was notched and ready to be loosed, the etching on the bow, lit with a red flame he had not noticed before. He took one final look at Nikki who just looked at him somewhat quizzically, and he let loose the red arrow.
