Victoria turned to leave the chamber. She’d had her moment, but it was time to tell the professor she’d discovered the hidden room and what she was certain was Pharaoh Djet’s sarcophagus.
She heard stone scraping against stone, followed by something light and wispy brush against her arm. She grinned gritted hey teeth against a scream. She was still being mocked for screaming at a scorpion in her first week, so she wasn’t going to add spiders to the list.
Caroline fidgeted in her seat. She could feel her skirt rumbled and raised under her ass, which made her wonder if her sexy flights of fancy were more than just flights, but there was no way they could be real, could they? She wondered.
When Victoria got the opportunity to go on a real excavation, she jumped at the chance. She knew that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.
After a month of hard work, she was still excited, but admittedly tired and frustrated. The work was still fascinating, but the manual labor at the start had worn her down. Of course, the work was a little easier now that the tomb was open. With lighting, they could begin the work at night and without the relentless desert sun, the cleaning and documenting of artifacts went faster, and Victoria’s enthusiasm resurged. Her frustration, however, hadn’t ended. No one on the crew was interested in her.