The Journal of a Connecticut Yankee

Journey's Begining

December 30th

After Romie spent the morning scent marking the crap outta me, we started packing for the long trip to the Yenbren mountains, where Victoria lived. I still didn't tell Romie about her. Frankly I was trying to work out a way how to. No matter how many different ways I said it in my head, it still didn't sound good telling your wife that you have to go to your ex for help.

Using an empty desk in the corner of her room, I did a quick inventory of what I had. Freshly washed clothes, courtesy of Martha – check, Packs of food... also courtesy of Martha- check, one pair of earbuds- check, one iPhone with a dead battery- check. I peered into a sack that served as my wallet here. Paper money really didn't exist yet so the current form of currency for the world was coins- copper, silver and gold. I was in painfully short supply of all them at the moment. I sighed to myself, this was gonna be a tough trip with so little money.

"Damn it," I breathed under my breath.

"Whats wrong?" Romie asked as she appeared next to me, her cat ears perked high.

"Just a little light on cash." I mumbled.

"Oh... that's it?" She asked then popped away.

"Uh, yeah?" Didn't she know that money is what tends to make the world go round? A few minutes later, she popped back and dropped a large leather satchel on to desk in front of me.

"Is this enough?" She asked innocently.

Opening it, I saw that it was brimming full of gold coins. There was very easily a small fortune in there...

"Wh-Where did you get this?" I stuttered.

"It's mine." She said nonchalantly as she grabbed her comb from the night stand and threw it in a bag that looked suspiciously like a large Gucci purse.

"It's yours?" I asked bewildered, turning to her.

"Yeah, I got it out of the treasury. Why?"

I paused in thought, turning back to stare at the bag. Well, she was a princess. A rich and powerful princess at that too... I'm sure I wasn't the first man in history to experience the fact that their wife made more money than them and also consequently had more clout. This was just a first for me. I didn't want to say I felt immaculated or anything, after all she was the aggressor 99% of the time when it came to sex and I was ok with that but still. I guess the male chauvinist/provider side of me had issues with taking her money. But... the fate of the world did rely on us getting the bomb to Victoria and disassembling it, so...

Shrugging to myself, I opened my wallet bag and filled it with coins. Taking out a few more small empty bags, I did the same until I had about 8 of them filled up – best not to keep all your eggs in one basket. Well coins... sacks... yeah you get it.

"Hey... Umm, thank you...for... you know..." I said bashfully to her, lifting up a filled bag.

Popping back over to me, she grabbed me in a hug and kissed me gently.

"Anything for you." Her smile turned mischievous as her paws trailed down from my back and grabbed a hold of my ass.

"Whoa easy woman, we gotta finish packing!" I cried, arching my back. Now I was feeling immaculated.

"Mmm that just means you'll owe me twice later on." She purred with a wide grin.

"Sometimes I think you only want me for my body..."

Still grinning, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in to whisper in my ear,

"No love, I want you for everything and I mean... everything."