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Gol!

By: TonyWards



It was long-time dream of mine to be a sports journalist, but for the most part, it's been one big bust. I've had every crappy job for every crappy paper you can think of, and my current status isn't much better than where I started almost ten years ago. Most recently, I took on a job writing for the New York Ledger. 

Unfortunately for me, this is not one of the major publications in the city. Rather, it's a free paper you find at the library or perhaps your local supermarket or dentist's office. Being a sportswriter for this paper is not glamorous, but at least I am working in the city on most assignments. That's the way I look at it. I could have more responsibility writing for a larger paper in a smaller city. I'm a New York City guy who would just love to have a career right in the place where I was born and raised.

Now for my assignments. Where do I begin? It's been mostly high school beats like track or basketball. I love sports, but I have absolutely no interest in high school sports. I couldn't say anything to the editor, since I wanted the exposure -- any exposure -- of writing in the big city. I just did what I was told and took on these inane assignments. Once, I had to cover a women's soccer game -- and I really don't like soccer. Well, let me tell you one more thing - I love soccer now. Correction - I'm a big fan of women's soccer now.

A couple of months ago, after being with the Ledger for only a few weeks, my editor gave me what I thought would be the worst of all assignments. I was to cover some international indoor soccer competition being held at Madison Square Garden. I love MSG, and I've been there a million times, but never as a reporter. This part excited me - going to the locker rooms, being where all the great hockey and basketball players have been. Walking the same halls as some of my favorite rock stars sounded cool, too. But soccer? Not my thing, but a job is a job.

I spent the better part of a week covering about a dozen matches. Some were actually exciting, as far as my interest in soccer goes. I got to see many different countries competing, and my job was simply to make all of this sound interesting. I don't know how much of my material was going to get used for the paper, but I was getting paid to cover it for the entire week, so I did my best.

The championship match was between Brazil and China. I sat there with my drink, pad, and pen. I took notes throughout the match, like I did for the previous games. I think the crowd was in favor of the Brazilian women. I know I was, I mean from a guy point of view. The Brazilian women have such a beautiful, sexy skin color to them. Of course, they also have those famous asses, the muscular kind that look like they were sculpted. Now as athletes go, soccer players in Brazil are like rock stars, and they are known by just their first names. The best players from Brazil were Cecilia, Maria, and Graciela. 

During the game Cecilia scored the early go-ahead goal for Brazil. The Chinese answered that with a goal of their own, but Cecilia scored again just a few minutes later. In the closing moments of the game, the team from China threatened again, but a spectacular save by Selena, the goalkeeper, preserved Brazil's 2-1 lead. When the referee blew the whistle, signaling the end of the game, the Brazilian team had won the match by the score of 2-1.

I hated to admit it, but I actually enjoyed myself. Unfortunately, I was not there for the fun of the game. I made my way to the locker room, to try to get an interview or two with some of the players. I left my seat and walked through the tunnel, flashing my press credentials whenever necessary. I followed the handful of reporters that were heading my way, and found the Brazilian locker room.

"No one enters. Wait thirty minutes," came the instructions from the team's spokesman. He was a big, burly guy that spoke broken English, at best.

"Can we go in now?" The question came from a reporter behind me, prompting my friend to give another announcement.

"Twenty minutes." Ten minutes didn't go by that fast, so I was hopeful his lack of English translated into a lack of being able to tell time. I just wanted to get these interviews over with so I can get back to the office.

I figured I should be a wise-ass and ask again, maybe more time ticked away from this guy's surreal clock. "Is it time to go in yet?"

"Ten minutes."

I wanted to laugh, but I thought about Star Wars for a second. Maybe I was playing a Jedi mind trick on him. Either that or he was surely not too bright.

"Time's up!" I yelled out, waiting for a reaction. My burly buddy stepped aside. 

"Enter!" 

That's exactly what we did, about twenty minutes too soon. I hoped the players were ready for us, so I could just do my job and get out of there.

A few players were still in uniform, while others were missing. I asked around and found out that they were still showering. I wanted an interview with Cecilia and Selena, mostly Cecilia. I didn't see them at either of their lockers, so I decided to speak with their coach. When I got to the closed door I knocked. No answer. I knocked again, but this time much louder.

"No one there?"

I turned around to see Cecilia in a bathrobe, an odd sight for a locker room. Then again, how many ladies' locker rooms have I seen before? "I wanted to see you, but you weren't here, so I figured I'd speak to your coach..." I was obviously rambling.

Cecilia chuckled at my expense. "He is gone. He leaves right away. Want to ask me something?"

"Uh...sure. I wanted to ask you about the game."

"Let's go in coach's office. I'll get dressed."

Cecilia opened the door and I followed her in. Once inside, she closed the door to the office. I sat down in the visitor's chair, while she moved around to the other side of the desk. She took off her robe and revealed her beautiful caramel-skinned body. She had full C-cup breasts, topped off with puffy, mocha-colored nipples. Her stomach was flat and hard, the kind you could bounce a quarter off. The prize for me, however, was her well-manicured pussy. She had but a landing strip of black pubic hair and her lips were full and wet. I wondered if that was from her recent shower or if she was getting excited. 

I was stunned, to put it mildly. I tried to keep my head down and not look like I was examining her, when I was there to interview her instead. I kept my eyes on the list of questions written on my pad and tried to keep my professional composure. Although I must say, I don't remember her bringing a change of clothes into the room.

"So, Cecilia. I wanted to know if you can tell our readers how it felt..."

"Ceci."

"Excuse me?"

"Ceci. Call me Ceci."

"Oh, okay. Ceci. Now then, Ceci, can you tell our readers..." 

She snatched the pad and pen away from me in swift movement, and they both ended up thrown towards a corner of the room.

"We celebrate now. No talk."

"Um...celebrate? You mean I interview you over dinner?"

"No, silly. We fuck. Ceci wants to fuck."

She was certainly a woman who knew what she wanted. I was no fool. If Ceci wanted to fuck, then so did I. I have to admit I wasn't used to a woman being so direct and defiant, but it sure was a turn-on.

I stood up and Ceci immediately went to work on removing my clothes. A heap ended up in the corner, right next to my pad and pen. She dropped to her knees and began sucking on my rock-hard manhood, sucking for dear life. She was good. Better than good. So good that after about two minutes of her chowing down on my meat stick, I was about ready to blow. I had to actually pull back, because I didn't want to finish so soon.

I pulled her up to her feet and gave her a long, passionate kiss. She was a great kisser too. Something told me she was probably capable of doing a lot of things well. After spending time exploring the inside of each other's mouths with our tongues, I pushed Ceci back onto the desk. I slowly kissed and licked my way up her legs. They were nice and long, and she was very sensitive to my touch. Ceci did a lot of twitching, and as I moved towards her thighs she let out a few soft moans.

I stopped when I reached her pussy. I began to gently blow on her, seeing that her full lips were wet. The honey was dripping from her pot and I was anxious to be her grizzly bear. I started to slowly lap up the juices on the outside, as her moans and sighs became louder.

"Please. Oh, please."

I knew what she wanted and I figured I'd better give it to her now. I used both my thumbs to part her swollen pussy lips. Her sweet nectar began dripping out and I tried my best to lick it all up. I've never seen so much come out of one woman before, as I ended up wearing most of it on my face. Her love juice dripped down my chin as I buried my tongue as far as I could into her wet hole, licking up to her sensitive, swollen clit.

"OH!!! Please. PLEASE. AHHH!!!"

As if she wasn't wet already, Ceci's pussy felt like it exploded into my mouth. I actually pulled back for a second, so I could take a look at my handiwork or, shall I say, mouthwork. I couldn't believe it! She was orgasming hard. I mean, she was squirting! I've never seen a woman do that before, except in movies. That was so hot, yet so wild. Ceci looked like a guy, with streams shooting out of her. I was feeling very full of myself, and why not? Look what I made her do!

I stood up and pulled her towards me. I had no problem entering her pussy, as she was saturated beyond belief. I wondered if she could even feel me, but that question got answered in a hurry.

"Oh, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Harder!"

I kept going, faster and harder, but I was beginning to tire out. It was hard, no pun intended, keeping up with her. I stopped for a moment and flipped her around into a doggie-style position. I entered her well-worn pussy, with a sight of her beautiful, tight ass.

"Fuck. Fuck my ass. Fuck me in the ass!" Sounded good to me. I pulled my well-lubed cock out of her pussy and slowly slid it into her tightest hole. It was pretty wet from her earlier orgasm, so getting my cock in there was effortless. She let out a soft groan and grinded on my loins. She kept a steady rhythm going. I felt like the tightness of her ass was going to suck the sperm right out of me.

"Argh! Yeah, baby. I'm going to explode inside you. Fuck yeah!" I came and had no intention of ever pulling out. I loved that tight ass and rewarded it with a full load of nut butter. Ceci screamed out as I shot my worth inside her and we both collapsed on the desk. Two spent bodies in sexual bliss, we took a moment to catch our breaths.

"Oh, baby. That was hot," I said, the master of overstating the obvious.

"I like you. You're a good fuck."

"Thank you, Ceci. You're not so bad yourself." With that lame-ass line, we laughed.

Surprisingly, after our little sexcapade, Ceci asked if I still wanted to interview her about the game. She put her robe back on and sat behind the desk. I finished getting dressed and took my seat too. I asked all the questions I had wanted to ask before and she responded. You would never have known what went on in the room just a few moments ago. 

The interview lasted fifteen minutes and then Ceci escorted me out of the room. Other reporters and players looked at us as we emerged from the closed room. I wondered if it was our appearance or maybe the smell that emanated from the room causing the commotion. Maybe it was that the star player from Brazil was missing for so long and then had appeared with me - in a bathrobe.

Ceci blended in with the other reporters, as well as teammates, after we left the room. I watched as she slowly disappeared in a crowd of well-wishers. I looked around to see if anyone was staring at me, since I felt pretty self-conscious. No one was looking my way. I guess that was for the better. I've had a pretty exciting experience, so I figured it was best to take my notes -- and my memories of the day -- and leave.

Before I had a chance to venture out of the locker room, a small blonde started walking right towards me. She was all of five feet and dressed like a hooker. She was really hot-looking, with wide hips and a pair of tits that looked like they were straining to be free. I bet she was a D cup. Shit, maybe even a double-D. But she was about three feet away, so I figured I better stop staring at...

"Hi, I'm Selena, Ceci's girlfriend."

"Oh, hello, Selena. Nice to meet a friend of..."

"No. No friend. Girlfriend."

"Oh, sorry." What was the point of that? Was she pissed because she found out about us? Is Ceci really a lesbian? That would be a laugh. She sure didn't fuck like a lesbian. What was the story with Selena? I was almost afraid to find out. Feisty little thing, for sure.

"Ceci told me."

"Um...told you what?" Yeah, I was going to play dumb. I was getting scared, if I'm being totally honest.

"You. Her. Room." Her English was limited. So was Ceci's, but that turned out just fine for me. Selena was really hot, but I had no idea where this was going, or if I should be worried.

"Room."

"Yes. I know. We were in the room."

"No. Go to the room now."

I got the message, finally. Hopefully this wasn't to kick my ass. That would be embarrassing. I led the way into the room, and put my pad on the desk, as Selena closed the door.

"No swallowing," Selena announced, as she sat in the visitor seat and unbuckled my pants.

"Excuse me?" I don't know why I even bothered saying anything. Selena had my pants down around my ankles in no time at all. She didn't even bother taking off her own clothes. She just went right to the job at hand.

Selena was a damn good cocksucker, deep-throating me with every bob of her head. She stopped every so often to let her tongue wrap itself around my circumference. She also liked to pull back and lick my balls, while stroking me firmly. I thought Ceci was great at giving head, but I think Selena was even better. I smiled to myself thinking that I have to plan a trip to Brazil one of these days.

I felt my orgasm building up, as Selena kept going to work on my full length. My whole shaft filled her cheeks, as she slurped and sucked at a fever pitch. I knew it was just a matter of moments before I exploded. I couldn't hold out any longer, as Selena swallowed my cock whole. 

"Oh! Selena, I'm gonna..."

Just then she pulled my cock out of her mouth, allowing me to spray her face with my thick love juice. I decorated her face with my sticky streams, and she looked up at me. "You like?"

I caught my breath. "What's not to like?"

Selena reached over to the top of the desk, found a piece of paper, and began to wipe her face. It probably would have been a good idea to have some paper towels handy, I thought. Then again, I had no idea I was going to get the blow job of a lifetime when I entered the room.

We finished putting ourselves together and Selena opened the door. Before she walked away from me, she looked back and winked. "Bye, Sexy."

I was about to leave the room and realized I was walking out without my notes. I picked up the pad, but where were my notes? Oh no! They're gone. Well, not really gone, but useless to me now. Selena cleaned her face with the notes I took of my interview with Ceci.

Oh well, I'll just have to work from memory. This is one day that is definitely filled with memories!

Gold and Silver



We talk, and we are joking, flirting, constantly. Touching, staring, and wishing. You invite me on your outing, in your cart. I'm excited. I know there will be plenty of opportunity to be touching, fingers lingering for a bit longer than they could elsewhere on this planet.

You walk with me to our cart and we set off, we are ahead of everyone. Our knees brush. I am squealing and laughing.

We go through the tunnel – the tunnel of love and nothing happens. My heart is beating out of my chest, I want you to kiss me, I want you to touch me. I want you to do something to let me know this is how you are feeling too. And its freezing. I'm bold and take the wheel. Driving us towards our destination, both geographical and figurate. My hands are cold, so you take my right hand in both of yours, pressing it, rubbing it, warming it up. 

You get back behind the wheel and I cuddle into you, linking your arm, our knees touching. You don't seem to mind. And we talk about our silver and gold, the feelings growing in my heart almost too much to bare. We take a photo. Cheeks almost touching, and go through the tunnel again. I tell you to kiss me, and present my cheek. Why didn't I turn to make you kiss my lips. Why didn't I take advantage? Because I was scared of you pulling away. It would have been hard to laugh that one off. But I don't think you would have.

"Kiss me..." you lean into me, shutting off your cart. I give you my cheek, waiting until your lips are near... and I turn, so your lips brush past mine, lightly grazing over them with your lips. 

Your eyes are closed. I hold my breath as your hand comes up to my face, lightly cupping my check, brushing my hair back from my face. 

You look into my eyes, and lean forward, our lips finally touching. My soft pink lips meeting your rough red lips for the first time. A gasp escapes me. Your tongue explores my mouth. Suddenly hands are everywhere. Desperate to make our connection fuller. 

We hear the others approach and pull apart quickly. Breathing ragged and chests heaving. I quickly wipe your lips, removing the visible traces of my lips from yours. Proof. 

You catch my hand and lightly kiss my fingertips, sending a tingle right through my spine to my core. I am instantly wet. And desperate for you. I moan aloud, and you hear me, and growl "later...I want more." 

I relink you and we continue our drive. Touching, wishing, dreaming. I close my eyes and remember our passionate moment. I am wet. And you aren't helping. Your hand rests on my knee, and I can feel my skin throb. 

Slowly your hand slides up my inner thigh. You must be able to feel the heat radiating from my swollen lips. Eventually you reach your target and your fingers lightly rub my wet pussy through the cloth of my trousers. You breathe deeply, trying to control yourself. Succeeding where I am fading, as I push my hips towards your hands. Desperate to have you feel more of me.

We detour from the group, you shouting that we will catch up in a moment. When we are out of sight you pull over, and in seconds I am on top of you, our lips joined again in blissful passion. Your hand slides down the front of my trousers, your probing fingers suddenly filling my slick pussy. I am in ecstasy. 

I moan as your fingers explore me. My pussy clenching around your hands. You slowly fuck me with your fingers, our mouths breaking apart as your teeth find my breasts. I oblige and pull down my top, exposing my unrestricted pert breasts, nipples erect and waiting for your mouth. But I don't let you have them yet. 

I lean back, out of your mouths reach and slowly flick my nipples, circling them, rolling them between my fingers. Its like a fire has been lit in my loins. My hips back involuntary, and your thumb brushes my clit. I whimper to your touch, and you use that moment to pounce, sucking my right nipple as if you were trying to draw nourishment from it. I am riding your hand as your thumb rubs my clit, your mouth nibbling my nipples in turn. I can feel I'm about to explode, my hips rocking and my juices flowing. I pull your hair so your mouth leaves my nipples and I thurst my tounge into your mouth. I'm sucking on your tongue as I ride your fingers to the top of my wave. 

My legs start to shake, forcing your fingers up my pussy further. My breath qickens as a band of pleasure grows around my clit, one more rub and you send me over the edge. My pussy exploding around your fingers. Clenching you tightly, my juices flowing. The pressure in my pussy breaks, radiating tingles right up and down my body as I squeal into your mouth. 

We are momentarily still as you allow me to enjoy the crest of my wave, the pleasure to take over. All too soon I am coming down. Our mouths break apart again. Foreheads touching in my post coital bliss. My breathing regulates, and you slowly pull your hand away from me. Pulling me down onto your lap, so I can feel your hard cock under me. You thrust a few times as I pull your fingers towards my mouth, sucking each one, tasting myself on you, as the smell of my cum fills my nostrils. 

You growl as your phone lights up. "where are you?" you kiss me again slowly, tasting my pussy in my mouth, and we break apart, slowly and reluctantly. I sit back in my seat, pulling my top back into place.

You start the engine and we drive back to the group. Pretending like nothing has happened. That you aren't uncomfortably shifting in your seat, trying to lessen the visual on your swollen cock. Pretending that my heart hasn't broken just a tiny bit at what has happened, and the fact that I want it to happen again. 

But the toughest bit is knowing that the only place this is real, is on my screen. And that I'm here, wishing you had done that, and that you are way over there, hopefully wishing that I had done that too. Remembering how our bodies craved to be together while our bands of gold and silver with the diamonds repelled us from our desires.

tbc



Gold Card Ch. 01



It was a bit of a surprise at the mailbox that afternoon reviewing the stack of catalogs, advertisements and bills I had received for the day, because there was one singular envelope that seemed to stand out from the rest. The envelope itself was of high quality stock with a gold colored lace at its edges and embossed lettering. As I walked toward my front door, I carefully opened the envelope but before I could look at the contents I stepped inside my house and tossed the other mail on the table.

Only then did I slowly withdraw the contents of the envelope and gently unfold the letter. My name and address were neatly printed at the top of the letter and under the subject line it merely said Congratulations. As I read on I learned that somehow, after all these years, my credit card company had bestowed me with a genuine, bona fide, sparkling Gold Card.

Reading further, the letter referred me to an enclosed booklet which outlined the many benefits of the card and all I had to do was call the toll free number and activate the card. I looked back in the envelope and pulled out the card, but I didn't see the booklet. I decided to notify them that I didn't get a booklet when I called up the number to activate the card.

I dialed the toll free number and a surly male voice answered, "Card verification, your card number," there was a pause, "please."

I began reading the number when he interrupted me, but his attitude seemed to change, he suddenly sounded so much more polite, "Pardon me sir, you are calling for a Gold Card verification?"

"Yes, I just got it in the mail today," I replied.

"Congratulations sir, we have a special line for Gold Card customers, let me connect you."

"Thank you," I replied meekly.

"You are very welcome, one moment please."

I waited for a moment listening to some very inspired music, nothing like I normally heard while on hold before. Suddenly there was a voice, a deep, husky, female voice, "Gold Card verifications, welcome and congratulations. Would you read your card number to me please?"

"Certainly," I replied, reading off my number.

"Thank you, and the security code, you can find it printed on the front of your card," the incredibly sexy voice responded.

I read off the four digits and then said, "The letter I got with the card said a benefits booklet was enclosed, but I didn't get it."

"I apologize for that sir, they changed the booklet just recently and didn't get the letter updated. The booklet is available online and I will make sure the latest edition is mailed to you. In the meantime, your card has been activated and you are now eligible for all benefits."

"Thank you," I replied.

"You are most welcome, and again, congratulations."

I slipped my new Gold Card into my wallet and didn't think anything more about it. I had seen it used around and never really understood what the big fuss was about. Okay, so they treat you very special at the credit card company, but otherwise I really couldn't figure out what the big deal was.

Later that day I stopped by my favorite used book store, it's an eclectic place featuring a nice selection of books handled by a wide assortment of workers, mostly young college and grad students, along with an assortment of retirees and others. After about thirty minutes of browsing I found a couple of interesting books and when I checked out I decided to charge it to my Gold Card.

An attractive older lady, maybe sixty or so was working the register and said, "That will be fifteen thirty four."

I handed her the credit card and her face seemed to light up. She turned to the register and slid the card through the slot and then handed it back to me, but she suddenly looked different. As she put my books in a bag she leaned forward and said, "Thank you for using the Gold Card," I noticed what was different. The top two buttons on her blouse were now unbuttoned and as she leaned I could see well down her blouse.

For a woman of sixty she had a nice cleavage, one she should be well proud of, and from the way she acted now, I could see she was. As she handed me the bag she said, "If you follow me we have a special book selection area for Gold Card users," she then turned and said to a co-worker, "John, I have a Gold Card user here, could you cover my register?" The co-worker moved over, smiled to me and then reached out for the books of the person behind me in line.

My cashier motioned to me and then took my hand leading me toward the back of the store. It felt a bit odd, as a 52 year old man being led by the hand by this old lady, but I didn't ask any questions. When we got to a door, she let go of my hand, pulled a key out of her pocket and opened the door.

I stepped inside a small room that was lined on each wall with tall bookshelves. The shelves were full of some fine books, so I immediately began scanning some of the titles. They were all collector quality editions, books I knew I never cold afford. As I was still looking over the books I heard the lady say, "They usually have the younger women take care of this room, but I convinced them I still had something to offer."

Wondering what she was talking about I turned to look at her and saw she had removed her blouse and bra. I found myself looking at a beautiful pair of breasts. Sure they sagged a bit, but the skin was perfect and they curved so beautifully I could feel my cock immediately begin to get hard. She moved closer to me and I could only gaze at her hard nipples as her hands unfastened my pants and pulled them down to my knees.

Taking firm hold of my erection she said, "Ah, I see you like them. They are saved for Gold Card users only." She rubbed my cock over the silky smooth skin of her breast and then over the firm nipple. "Depending upon how much you use the card, you will be rewarded in ways that will surprise you." She held up a tube of hand cream and said, "If you don't mind."

"No, that's good, that's fine," I replied nervously.

She squeezed some out on her hand and then slid her hand over my cock, moving it up and down in a twisting fashion, making sure it was completely covered. Lifting her breasts, she leaned forward and eased them around my cock. Her breasts didn't have the firmness of younger women, which made the sensation that much more incredible. With the softness of a very wet pussy, her breasts caressed my cock.

I began moving, sliding my cock up and down between her soft, pliant breasts, feeling them gently yield to me. Looking down at her I could see her watching my cock as the head disappeared into her flesh and then as it reappeared, sliding up near her mouth. She suddenly moved her head forward and licked my cock at its most sensitive spot. Feeling a wave of pleasure slip through me, I continued fucking her tits, pausing after each forward thrust for her tongue to tease my cock.

After a few minutes I felt the pressure building in my balls and when she moved her head a bit after a thrust and took my cock into her mouth I knew I couldn't hold out any more. As she removed her mouth, I pulled back and then shoved myself hard between her tits. I then arched my back, groaned loudly and came, watching the geyser of cum spurt up on her cheek and then spurt several times more on her breasts.

Grabbing a facial tissue from nearby, she dabbed the cum from her face and then cleaned up the excess hand cream and cum from her breasts. When she finished that, she dabbed up the last droplets from my cock and said, "Just a gentle thank you for using your Gold Card. What do you think?"

"I think I'll be using this card a lot."

"Well, be sure and come back and see me when you do," she replied, cupping my balls and leaning forward and kissing my, now soft, cock. She stood up, slipped back into her bra and blouse, then waited as I fixed my pants and led me out of the room.

"Well, bye for now, and thanks," I said.

"And thank you, sir," she said heading back to the cash register.

I headed out of the store wondering where I was going for lunch. One thing was for certain, I was going to use my Gold Card. 



Gold Card Ch. 02



After my experience at the book store I was more than ready to explore the hidden benefits of my new Gold Card. In planning lunch I tried to figure out which nearby restaurant had the most attractive waitresses. Where normally the quality and price of food was what helped me decide where to eat, today I had a completely different standard. I finally decided upon a nearby Vietnamese restaurant where the food was always good, but a little on the expensive side.

Unlike many of the Vietnamese restaurants I go to which featured simple bare tables on a vinyl tile floor with acoustic ceilings and garish bright fluorescent lights, this one had a more elegant look to it with a quarry tile floor, wonderfully crafted screens and wall coverings and some special lighting. The tables had long tablecloths that hung to the floor and candles at each table added to the atmosphere.

I was greeted at the door, and though I knew they took my credit card, I showed them the Gold Card and asked if they accepted it there. I heard the receptionist whisper, "Gold Card," as she immediately ushered me to a table near the back. As I followed her I noticed the beautiful waitresses all wearing their Ao dai the elegant long tunic with the slit in the side. Under the tunic they wore either matching pants or a skirt, depending upon their own taste.

Sitting down at the table I noticed my waitress approach from behind some curtains. As she handed me a menu and set a glass of water on my table, I noticed that, though she wore the Ao dai like the other waitresses it appeared that she wasn't wearing anything under the tunic. Each time she moved and her tunic billowed slightly I caught a glimpse of her light brown skin through the slit.

I ordered a large Pho, their vermicelli and beef soup, with some iced tea to drink. The waitress bowed and walked slowly past me, giving me a long look though the slit in her tunic at her slender legs. I even got the briefest glimpse of the furry tuft of curly hair between her thighs as she stepped.

It was strange, even though it had been less than two hours since I came all over the cashier's face and breasts at the book store, my cock was rock hard and ready to go. I guess it was that brief glimpse as the waitresses legs and pubic hair that got me going, but I was ready.

The waitress appeared and set down a plate covered in bean sprouts, mint leaves, and several other types of leaves, along with some sliced jalapeño pepper and limes. She also set the tea next to the plate and returned to the kitchen. A few minutes later she appeared again and put the steaming bowl of Pho in front of me. I carefully plucked the mint and other leaves from their stalks, placed the bean sprouts into the soup using the chopsticks, dropped in a single slice of jalapeño and then squeezed several of the slices of lime, letting the juice trail down the chopstick into the soup.

I then grabbed the chopsticks in one hand and the small ceramic ladle in the other and grabbed a mass of noodles, pulling them up out of the broth. Blowing on the noodles to cool it a bit, I leaned forward, put the noodles in my mouth and bit them off, letting the remainder of the noodles to slink back into the bowl. After taking a few mouthfuls of noodles this way, I dipped the ladle into the broth and after blowing on it, carefully sipped it. The wonderful combination of the mint, lime, and the anise and other seasonings in the broth made my whole body seem to relax. The flavor was distinctive but not overwhelming.

I continued eating the Pho for a while until I felt something under the table moving up between my legs. Looking down I saw my waitress's face smiling up at me. She whispered, "Gold Card," and then unzipped my pants.

Well, my cock was still hard and was eager to get started when she pulled it out of my pants. Sitting back in my chair, I watched as her mouth slowly closed over the head of my cock and then slid down its shaft. Feeling her tongue circling over the glans and then feeling her wet lips sliding up and down my shaft, I began to lift my hips to push deeper into her mouth.

She would pause her up and down motion to suck on it for a while and then quickly move up and down again. As she had me in her mouth one of her hands cupped and gently squeezed my balls, while the other hand began siding up and down in unison with her mouth. I began to feel the pressure building up in my balls, a sensation that was surprising me.

Understand that at my age, I'm maybe good for one good orgasm a day, maybe a second with a hell of a lot of effort, but somehow, in just a few minutes she had me dangling on the edge. Moaning I closed my eyes and gave into the pleasure as my cock spurted it's cum into her mouth. She held me in her mouth until my cock shrank completely, then she carefully milked out the last droplets of cum, looped her tongue over it and swallowed.

I looked down to see her smiling up at me. She then lifted my cock up, gave me a quick kiss on the balls and then tucked me back into my pants. After carefully zipping me up she moved away. I never did see her come out from under the table, but a few minutes later she came over to the table and asked, "Is everything to your satisfaction?"

"Yes, everything is wonderful."

"Would you like some more tea?"

"Yes," I replied, handing her the glass. She moved to a counter not far behind me, filled my tea and returned it.

"Thank you," I whispered and then grabbed the ladle and returned to my soup. Getting a piece of the roast beef on the ladle, I grabbed a bottle of Sriracha Sauce squeezing a bit of the red sauce on the meat, then I grabbed the Hoisin Sauce and squeezed some of the brown sauce onto the beef and dipped it back into the broth. I then put the mixture into my mouth, savoring the spicy hot and sweet sauces as they mixed together with the flavor of the beef and broth, it was almost as good as the blow job I had just received.

I quickly finished up the Pho and gulped the last of my tea and got ready to leave. I handed the waitress the Gold Card and waited for her to return. As she handed me the card she waited for me to sign the ticket, so I quickly calculated a tip, wrote it down and signed the ticket. She reached out to me, but didn't take the ticket, instead she took my hand and guided it between the slit in her tunic over her furry patch of hair.

I slowly moved my hand down through the curly hair and found her slit. Slipping a finger between her lips I moved it downward and dipped it into her pussy, feeling her wetness flow over it. As I removed my finger she took my hand again and guided it out from under her tunic up to my mouth, where I slipped my finger in and tasted her. The earthy sour taste had my cock twitching a bit, and when I sucked the last bit of flavor from my finger I pulled it out of my mouth.

The waitress looked as me, smiled and said, "Next time, with the Gold Card, you taste more than the Pho." She then grabbed the ticket from dinner, whispered, "Thank you," and headed back through the curtains. I got up, adjusted my erection and headed out to my car. As I drove home I replayed the day's unbelievable events in my head, first the wonderful tittyfuck at the book store, then the incredible blow job at lunch and most unbelievable of all, my erection now. After coming twice in a day, something I rarely did in a week before I was erect and ready to go some more. 



Gold Card Ch. 03



After the surprising events at the bookstore and the wonderful Vietnamese lunch I enjoyed I decided to head home. Since I had been to the bookstore there really wasn't anything else I needed to get while I was out and I didn't figure I'd ever be able to repeat my sexual performances from early in the day. I mean I can't remember the last time I came twice a week, much less twice in a day.

It was an easy drive for a Saturday afternoon, light traffic on the freeway and the road construction was all happening somewhere else. The drive became one of those automatic things, letting the mind drift away from the mundane task of operating the vehicle and to other more enjoyable things. For me, I was picturing the cashier at the bookstore, someone who was attractive, but certainly not anyone I'd ever picture in any sexual situation.

I could see her selling books, perhaps giving a lecture on a famous writer or hosting a dinner party for the rich and famous of the city. Of course she had a sex life, something from her past, elegant nights in exotic places or even slumming it with some hot steamy sex in the back of a Mercedes. Later in her life I might see a romantic evening of wine, kissing in the dining room before a quiet shift to the bedroom, to the bed where a man her age slowly makes love to her, ending in a soft, gentle crescendo before drifting to sleep.

But suddenly, amid the book stacks I see her in a completely different light, her breasts, not the tight, upright breasts of her youth, but the soft, pliant, sagging breasts that still, somehow seemed so perfect. Her short, gray-white hair had once been dark and long enough to cover her breasts, cascading over the firm mounds, but now, the breasts were completely exposed, completely naked to me. They closed around my cock with such incredible softness that I could only celebrate them, splashing them as I came.

Shaking my head I realized I had already passed my normal exit, so I checked the lanes beside me and moved over to the right. Fortunately I wouldn't need to make a u-turn, I could always take the next exit, it was just a little further drive. It didn't work out badly, this way I could stop by the local drug store and pick up a few items. I took the next exit and focused on the driving until I pulled into the drug store.

I only had a couple of dollars cash, but was confident there was enough to pay for everything. It was a good thought in theory, but as I walked into the store I felt very thirsty (the Pho for lunch will do that) but I was also craving something sweet and so in just a few minutes I knew I'd need to use a credit card.

Stepping up to the cashier, I watched as she rang up the purchases and sure enough, I was about five dollars short. I reached for my credit cards and unintentionally (I guess I just got used to using it that day) I grabbed my Gold Card and handed it to her. As she nodded her head and said, "Gold Card, very nice," I could hear a murmur from the line that had formed behind me.

The cashier got on the loudspeaker and said, "Carolyn, we have a Gold Card user at the front register."

"Oh, that's not necessary," I said, reaching for the bag of stuff I bought.

"Oh it's no trouble, it's actually our privilege to do this for you."

"But I already...," I stopped just before I announced to everyone in line behind me that I had tittyfucked the cashier at the bookstore and gotten a blowjob from the waitress at lunch. "I can just take my stuff..."

"Here he is," the cashier said to a homely looking woman wearing a white jacket. Looking at the nameplate I saw she was the pharmacist for the store.

"Please come with me sir," she said, grabbing my bag of stuff with one hand and my right wrist with the other. I quietly followed her back toward the pharmacy part of the store. Several times as we walked, she turned to look back at me and smiled. As I said, she was what I would call homely, her nose seemed too big for everything else, her cheeks seemed sunken, almost sullen looking and her eyebrows came within about a sixteenth of an inch of meeting in the middle.

Perhaps if she tried a little makeup and took some tweezers to her eyebrows she might be a bit more attractive, but as she was, without makeup she wasn't ugly, but she simply wasn't pretty at all, shallow as that may sound of me. She led me into her office, released my hand, placed my package on her desk and locked the door behind us. Suddenly she looked at me oddly and I realized she was trying to be alluring.

Moving a bit closer to me, she said, "As you know, the Gold Card has some very special offers and you use it a bit more, the offers will get better."

"I know about the offers, I have used the card already twice today."

"Oh so you have enjoyed the Gold Card some?"

"Well, it's just that, I'm like fifty two and I've already come twice today. I'm just not physically able to do it any more. I appreciate what you are trying to do, but it just won't work."

"Oh, come now, I will be the judge of that," she said moving closer and closer as I tried to back away. When I finally bumped my back against the door, she squeezed in tight and her hands immediately went to my zipper. Reaching in, she pulled out my limp cock.

"See, it's not even hard. This just won't...," as I was talking she ran the fingers of both her hands over my cock and balls, shocking me with the sensation. All I could do was look down as my cock pulsed and jerked its way to being fully erect.

"There you go, it looks ready to me."

"What was it you did with your fingers?"

"You mean this?" she asked, as suddenly it felt like the tongues of a thousand women sliding over my cock at the same time.

"Yes, how do you do that?"

"Oh you see, it's really a liability of my job, we handle tiny pills so often that, well we develop a high level of dexterity. With that dexterity I can do this."

Damn, there it was again, a feeling so intense, so pleasurable I nearly fell over. If I hadn't grabbed her shoulders I'd have been rolling on the floor. Pressing her body against me, her breasts flattening against my chest, she pinned me against the door and then did her fingers once again.

My knees buckled, but I didn't fall, she supported me with her body as I became a dribbling idiot totally lost in the incredible pleasure that simply tingled over my cock and balls. Had she kept up whatever it was she was doing for anything longer than a second or two I would have already come, already come for the third time that day. But this woman, this pharmacist, this incredible goddess was drawing it out, taking me to the point of splashing my cum all over her and then stopping, letting it ecstasy subside and then doing it again.

"Just imagine what you might experience if you made a very large purchase with the Gold Card, you would have the joy of the merchandise you bought and something even better than this," once again my cock lit up with an intensity of pleasure that I could feel tears running down my face. "And it would last longer than just this," her fingers, her divine fingers ran over me again, this time not stopping in just a second or two but continuing until, yes... yes, yes, yesyesyes, I came covering her hands and fingers in my hot cum.

But she didn't stop, the feeling, the sensation was taking over. I was crying, my mouth drooling, but my cock, my cock was hard again, hard and singing to the white angels of cum, singing, singing until the pleasure surged through me once again and my cock, my weary, incredible cock came once again, spurting what little bit of cum that remained in my body into her fingers.

Then she stopped and moved back a bit, letting me gently sag onto the floor. I looked up at her fingers, her hands, her lovely breasts and her face, the most beautiful face I could ever care to see. She smiled to me and said, "Thank you for using the Gold Card. Please clean up at your leisure and return to our shop soon. And, oh yes, don't forget your package." Delicately opening the door, I watched as she walked over to the sink, washed the cum that she had divinely inspired from her hands. Looking back once more, she smiled and then walked over toward the counter and began talking to another customer.

I got up, zipped up my pants, grabbed a tissue and wiped away the tears from my eyes and the drool from my mouth. There was a mirror in her office so I looked at myself. My face was flushed red and my eyes were a bit swollen from the crying, but otherwise I looked okay. I grabbed my package, slipped through her door and walked gingerly toward the front of the store.

As I passed through the door I heard the cashier call out to me, "Thank you again for using the Gold Card." All I could do was limp out to my car and drive the rest of the way home.



Gold Card Ch. 04



By the time I arrived home I was exhausted, physically, sexually and mentally. I used my Gold Card three times that day and each of those three times I had an incredible sexual experience. Even in my late teens and early twenties I rarely came as much as three times in a day, even during my masturbation marathons, but I'm in my fifties now yet somehow I get it up and actually come three times in a day.

Once in my bedroom, I pulled off my clothes, threw them in a heap somewhere near the clothes hamper and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. Letting the hot water splash on my face and body seemed to ease some of the aches and pains I had felt hobbling into the house. I may now have the cock of a twenty year old, but it's still a fifty something body. Taking the soap I scrubbed myself off, gingerly working on and around my cock and balls. As I washed I could feel my cock responding to the stimulation and it began to get hard once again. Immediately I rinsed off, grabbed a towel, stepped out of the shower and dried myself off.

Unfortunately, my quick exit from the shower didn't slow my cock down, so I soon found myself standing in front of the mirror looking at my old body with a huge, erect cock. I say huge, it was nothing monstrous, but I'd swear it looked bigger than I had ever seen it. Figuring I had already come three times earlier in the day, there was no way I'd ever do it again, I went ahead and pulled on my jockey shorts and tee shirt and climbed into bed hoping it would eventually subside.

Well, after two hours of gingerly tossing and turning with a hard cock I figured something had to be done. I thought about simply looking for some porn on the internet and flailing away at myself, but I just didn't think I could get there, not for the fourth time in just over twelve hours. Remembering the nimble fingered pharmacist I decided that if anyone would get me off it would be her. I got out of bed, threw on some shorts and my shoes and headed over the drug store.

Fortunately it was a twenty four hour store and was still open. I rushed into the store and asked the cashier, "Is the pharmacist in, the big girl?"

"Well, yes but..."

I didn't hear her finish what she was saying, instead I headed back to the pharmacy. When I reached the window there was a steel shutter over all the windows back into the pharmacy. I banged on the shutter but no one answered. Looking at a sign I saw that the pharmacy closed at nine pm, "But she said the pharmacist was still here," I said to myself.

Suddenly, I got a good idea, I'd simply purchase something with the Gold Card and certainly they'd call the pharmacist to take me back to her office and do whatever that divine thing it was she did with her hands. Heading back past the shelves of candy, I picked up a single candy bar that was on clearance, thirty-three cents. I handed the bar to the cashier who quickly scanned it and said, "Okay, that's thirty six cents." Pulling the Gold Card out of my wallet, I handed it to her.

"The Gold Card? It's only thirty-six cents, you sure you want to use the card?"

"Yes, I was in earlier and used it, I need to use it again."

"Okay, but there are different levels of rewards from using the card."

"Yes, I understand, I just need to use it."

"Okay," she said reaching for the microphone, "Carolyn, we have a Gold Card user here."

I waiting impatiently for a few minutes when Carolyn appeared, not wearing her pharmacy jacket, but instead just blue jeans and a tee shirt. As she came up near the registers she looked at me and said, "Gold Card user?"

I nodded. She reached out grabbed my hand and started leading me back to the pharmacy, but suddenly I heard the cashier say, "Carolyn, the amount on the Gold Card was thirty-six cents."

She stopped and repeated, "Thirty-six cents?"

Turning she began leading me away from the pharmacy area over toward the film processing area. She opened a door and led me inside saying, "You can sit there, as you know the rewards for the card varies. For this purchase you can watch for your enjoyment." She smiled and then backed out of the door, closing it behind her.

It was almost completely dark, but as my eyes adjusted to the dim light I noticed there was a few other chairs around me and then there was a glass wall to another room where some other chairs were arranged. Looking over there I jumped a bit as I saw a woman sitting in one of the chairs watching me. She smiled and meekly waved and then asked, "Are you a Gold Card user?"

"Yeah," I replied, wondering how I was able to hear her so well through the glass wall. Looking closer I saw there was a small opening through which we could talk. "I didn't have any change, so I used it."

"Me too," she replied, "I dropped off a prescription and then grabbed some gum, but didn't bring any cash. I had to use the card and they led me here."

"Have you used the card much today?" I asked her.

Blushing, she replied, "Yes."

"How many times?"

"Six, seven counting now."

"I know, it's three for me, or four counting now."

"Four, that's a lot for a guy your..."

"My age?"

She tilted her head and nodded.

"Strangest thing, I hadn't been able to do anything like this. Yet I am horny again."

"I can see that," she replied.

Glancing down I saw the bulge in my pants and moved some to try to adjust it so it wasn't so conspicuous.

"Oh no, no, don't do that. I liked what I saw, you see, I'm pretty horny myself."

Relaxing some, I sat so she had a clear view of my bulge. "Is that better?"

"Yes, but would you mind touching it, I'd like to see that?"

"You want me to touch myself for you?"

She nodded, her face flushing red with embarrassment.

"Only if you touch yourself," I replied, not expecting her to take up the dare.

I watched as she reached down, grabbed the leg opening for her shorts and pulled the shorts and her panties aside, exposing her pussy to me. The then reached her fingers down and moving them side to side, she opened her pussy lips.

Reaching down I closed my hand over the bulge in my shorts and began stroking up and down. We continued for several seconds until she said, "Now is this fair? I'm showing you mine and all you're doing is stroking yourself through your shorts."

With that I stood up, pulled my shorts and underwear down, carefully stepped out of them and sat back down. Amazingly the woman in the other room did the same. I scooted the chair up close to the glass wall and watched as she did the same.

Leaning back in the chair I reached down and began stroking my cock just as she leaned back, actually putting her feet up on the glass and move her fingers down her slit. I watched as first two, then three fingers slipped into her pussy and then re-emerged, glistening in the dim light. Her fingers then slid back up her slit opening it up as they moved. She began teasing her clit, lightly touching it and then moving away for a few seconds then returning. Lifting her hips, she pushed herself up as her fingers began to make slow circles over her tiny nub.

While she was working on her clit I continued stroking myself, initially convinced nothing would happen for me, but damn if it wasn't starting to feel pretty good. I tightened my fist and slid it quickly up and down over just the glans and in just moments I was raising my hips trying to fuck my hand.

Looking back over at the woman I saw her moving her hips up and down wildly and I could hear her breathing. Suddenly she moaned, "I'm coming, I'm coming," and her body suddenly tensed up and then just as quickly seemed to relax. I could see she had moved her fingers from her clit and had pushed them into herself.

Just seeing her orgasm sent me over the edge and I felt the pleasure shoot through me as my cock spurted my white cum onto the glass. The thick glob splashed and then slowly ran down the window in several trails. I didn't have anything around to clean up with so I grabbed my jockeys and pulled them back on letting the last droplets of cum that had run down my cock absorb into the cotton fabric. Pulling on my shorts I wiped the cum from my hands.

I could see the woman was pulling her shorts back on. I looked at her said, "Hey I don't even know your name."

"I'm not really sure I want you to know my name."

"What about just first names, hell, you can give me a phony name if you wish," I said.

"I'm Susan," she replied quickly.

"Okay, I'm Ted."

"Is that your real name Ted?"

"Is Susan yours?"

She smiled and shrugged.

"Look Susan, I want to know more about this Gold Card thing, I mean I've had it only a day but it's simply unbelievable what I have gotten for it."

"I've only had mine for a day and I understand. Hey," she said reaching for her purse. She grabbed a piece of paper and wrote on it. Handing it to me through the opening in the glass she continued, "Here's my email address, you can fill me in on what happens to you and I'll do the same, what's your email?"

I told her my email address, watching her write it down. When she finished I said, "I think I'm going to head home, try to get some sleep before I use this Gold Card again."

"That's a good idea. If anything happens email me tomorrow," she replied turning to head toward a door.

"Bye," I said waving. I opened the door seeing Susan right away. We kind of awkwardly walked toward the exit, trying to act as if we didn't know each other. I know I was trying not to picture what we had just done together, afraid I might get my cock to growing again.

As we passed the cashier she asked, "Well, how was the show?"

"Show? What show?" I asked.

Susan looked at me, shrugged and then headed out of the door. Without waiting for the cashier to answer my question I followed Susan out and headed to my car, hoping to get home and go to sleep. 



Gold Card Ch. 05



From:

Sturher40@aol(dot)com 

To:

TedHandmore@aol(dot)com

Date:

Mon, 5 Nov 2007 8:39 am

Hi Ted,

I know this is quick to be emailing you, since we just met last night, but this Gold Card thing is driving me crazy. It's what, 8:30 a.m. that I'm writing this and I've already been out and used my Gold Card twice already. Normally I can't get going without coffee, so I'll make my own, but today I went to the local coffee shop just so I could use the card. Sure enough I order a double latte and hand them my Gold Card. Well, in just a few minutes my latte is ready, well ahead of about a dozen people who ordered before I did. One of the staff, a nice looking guy named Brian handed me the latte and then lifted the counter asking me to follow him.

He took me through their storage area to a small room that must have been the manager's office or something. Once he closed the door behind us he turned to me and said, "While you slurp on the latte, I can do the same for you, compliments of the Gold Card."

I took a sip of the latte and simply told Brian, "I'm yours."

Well he slipped off my shorts and panties and guided me over to a chair where I sat down. Sitting on the edge of the chair I took another sip of the latte and then opened my legs for him. He began kissing the inside of my thighs while running his hands along the bottom of them sending shivers through my body. I was already horny when I walked into the coffee shop so needless to say I was dripping by the time he kissed his way to my pussy.

Oh, when he slipped his tongue between my lips and pressed it into me I felt an electric jolt pass through me. I could hear him slurping down there, but I was far too distracted to think about slurping my latte, I simply concentrated on what he was doing to me. After a few moments he pulled his tongue out of me and then slid up between my lips up to my clit. As he moved up my slit, he slipped his fingers into my wet pussy and began moving in and out. Once his tongue found my clit, he began running his tongue over it in unison with his fingers.

I set my latte down somewhere on the desk and reached down and grabbed his hair and pushed his face to my as I pumped my hips forward, essentially fucking his face. He continued on my clit moving faster and faster, stopping only as he turned his head to gasp for air. With his fingers moving in and out of me and his tongue rolling over my clit it was only a few minutes and I wrapped my legs over his shoulder, lifted my hips up and came. He left his fingers inside me and I could feel my pussy squeezing them with each pulsation that ran through my body. When it all subsided Brian pulled his face away and I could see his mouth and chin were just dripping wet, so I grabbed some facial tissue from the dispenser on the desk and handed to him saying, "Oh god that was good, thank you."

"Thank you for using the Gold Card," he said, picking my panties and shorts off of the floor and handing them to me.

I quickly pulled them on, grabbed my latte and followed him out of the room and back into the coffee shop. Not knowing what else I could do I walked out to my car and backed out of my parking spot. Once I pulled out onto the roadway I took another sip of my latte, but damn, it was cold by then.

By then I was in need of another coffee but it was getting late and I didn't think I had time to visit the back room of the coffee shop so I figured I'd go to an ATM and get some cash and use the cash to by the coffee. There was a convenience store nearby with an ATM so I pulled up and went inside. The ATM was near the back of the store so I walked back and slipped in the card, requesting forty dollars. While I stood there I felt something lightly bang my knees and looking down I could see it was coming out of the ATM. I opened my legs a bit and this pad type of thing quickly pressed up into my crotch, somehow altering its shape so it would fit tight up between my legs.

Suddenly it began to vibrate and so while the money slid out of the machine and then the receipt I was feeling a whole new sensation running through my body. The vibration intensified as the pleasure started in my clit, then shot deep into my pussy and in just moments I was coming once again. Feeling my knees begin to buckle, I had to grab the ATM machine just to keep from falling down. Once I came it calmed to a gentle buzz and then faded as I slowly recovered. It was all I could do to remember to grab my money and receipt. As far as my Gold Card goes, I'll never forget to carry it with me.

Anyway, I was a bit flustered heading out of the convenience store and actually drove home without picking up a coffee. Once at home I realized that after coming twice, I was wide awake and really didn't need the coffee. I got on the computer and decided to email you before going to work and so here it is. Let me know how your day with the Gold Card goes.

Susan

PS: that is my real first name.

 



Gold Card Ch. 06



From:

TedHandmore@aol(dot)com

To:

Sturher40@aol(dot)com

Date:

Mon, 5 Nov 2007 9:15 am

Susan,

It is really hard to believe that just a few days ago how normal things were and now, well look at you, by the time I was ready to head to work you had used your card twice with spectacular results. After reading your email I am anxious to get going and see what I might experience. One thing I did notice in my house, there is a big empty wall that is just screaming for a big screen TV. I can't wait to see the reward I'll get for that.

Before I head out I wanted to ask you something. Yesterday, when we watched each other in the room, there was supposed to be another show for us to watch, did you see anything? I didn't know whether I was simply too focused on you to see anything else. Did they put on a show for us or did we get started too soon? Even though the show we gave each other was pretty wild, I have to wonder what they had planned for us.

Oops, I'm already running late for work. I'll fill you in on what happens today for me.

Ted.

 

From:

TedHandmore@aol(dot)com

To:

Sturher40@aol(dot)com

Date:

Mon, 5 Nov 2007 9:42 pm

Susan,

Well I did it, I got the big screen TV all $1,400 dollars worth, imagine the God Card premium for that item. I actually have it installed already, but I don't want to get ahead of myself. Since I was running late for work, I rushed straight in without stopping for breakfast. Work really dragged and by the time lunch time rolled around I was hungry and not just for food.

I remembered what the waitress at the Vietnamese restaurant promised if I used my Gold Card on the next visit, so I hurried over and pulled into the parking lot. Once inside I flashed my Gold Card and followed as this time the led me into another room where there was only one table. This table was a bit different than the ones in their main dining room. There was no table cloth and the top was soft and padded, kind of like a game table or something.

Sitting down I asked for an iced tea and after handing me the menu, the waitress left. Looking around the room, I noticed it was darker than the dining room and there were no windows. Along the outside wall was an upholstered bench, but the rest of the wall was simply painted with no other adornment. Besides the table I was sitting at, there was a small shelf unit with some dishes on it and some glasses.

The waitress returned and asked, "And what would you like today?"

"Well for an appetizer..."

"Pardon, if you will, sir. The appetizer will be a special for you, no need to order. Just order main course please."

"Okay, I guess I'll have the lemon grass chicken."

"Ah, very good, I will turn this in and return with your appetizer."

It seemed a bit odd to me that they wouldn't let me order the appetizer, but I didn't argue. The main course was what I was interested in. Last time I was here during the main course the waitress appeared under my table to give me the most incredible blow job I've had in some time. It made for quite a meal.

The waitress stepped back into the room carrying only a small step stool. I watched as she set the step stool next to the table and then she unbuttoned and removed her tunic. As before, she wore nothing under the tunic, so she was now naked.

She carefully stepped up on the step stool and then out onto the table. Moving over towards me, she stood in front of me, her legs spread wide open as I gazed up at her. The last time I was here I got a few peeks at her body through the slit in her tunic, but now, standing there in front of me completely naked, I was dazzled by her. Her short dark hair reached almost down to her narrow shoulders. Her dark skin seemed flawless as my eyes slid down to the smooth curves of her breasts. They weren't large, just nicely proportional to her body, with very dark nipples and areolas.

My eyes moved downward over her flat stomach and then the dense, curly patch of hair just above her pussy. I had a feeling that hair would be tickling my nose in just a few minutes. Her slit was tight giving me a real incentive to slide my tongue up and down it just to feel her lips blossom open.

After giving me time to look her over, she then sat down and scooted over to me, opening her legs wide. She looked me in the eyes and said, "As I told you, when you use the Gold Card again, you taste more than Pho."

I leaned forward and pushed my tongue up to her slit, immediately moving it about, slowly burrowing through the soft folds of her lips. They began to swell and open as I moved downward and pressed my tongue into her pussy, tasting the tangy taste of her wet opening. I moved my tongue inside her, circling, slurping up her wetness and savoring the flavor.

I moved my tongue up between her lips until it slid over her clit, where I let it circle. While licking and then sucking on her clit I brought my hand up and pushed two fingers into her, feeling the wet warmth encircle them. Moving them in and out of her, I finger fucked her while furiously licking her clit. It just a minute or so, she was bucking up and down, her hips raising up and pushing her pussy to my face. She arched her back and then came, her pussy pulsing on my fingers.

When I pulled my head away she said, "Your pants, take them off please."

I quickly stood up, pulled off my pants and gently worked my jockey shorts around my erection. I sat back down as she slid toward me and climbed down off the table, straddling me as I sat in the chair. Her pussy was soaking by that time so my cock slid in easily. While I sat motionless, she began moving up and down on my cock, grinding her clit into my pubis as she moved.

Well, she came again in no time and as her pussy pulsed over my cock and her juices flowed into my lap I lifted my hips and pushed as hard and deep as I could. I heard our bodies slap together just as I came, spurting my cum deep into her pussy. Wrapping her arms around me, she sat on my lap until my cock shrank and slipped out of her. She then climbed off of my, grabbed her tunic and pulled it back on.

As she grabbed the foot stool and was about to leave, another waitress brought in my lunch. Well, the lemon grass chicken was delicious, but not nearly as delicious as the appetizer. Anyway, I finished up, gave them my Gold Card, and when the waitress returned, I figured the tip and signed the ticket. Heading back to work I couldn't help but wonder how the big screen TV purchase would go.

I was a mess at work, unable to concentrate on anything until I finally decided that since I got in late and then took a two hour lunch break I would make up for it by leaving early. By four o'clock I was headed through the door on the way to the electronics store.

Well, what a disappointment it turned out to be. Yeah, I bought the TV but then they said they didn't have enough staff working today to provide the Gold Card deluxe. Instead they gave me a card that said Gold Card deluxe premium and told me to return the next day. Well, I had been so hyped up I had a raging erection and I knew it wasn't going down on its own. I asked to see a manager who, apparently very aware of my condition, gave me a ten dollar gift card that I could use at my local pharmacy.

Anyway, I slipped back to our favorite pharmacy and Carolyn, the pharmacist with the incredible fingers had me crying and drooling once again. I don't know if she does women, but if you ever want something special, just go there, spend about eight dollars or so and ask for her. She'll do things with her fingers that you never knew could happen, take my word for it.

Well, that was my day. I'm looking forward to my Gold Card deluxe premium at the electronics place tomorrow.

Goodnight,

Ted



Gold Card Ch. 07



From:
   Susan
To:
   Ted
Date:
Mon, 6 Nov 2007 7:28 am


Hi Ted,

I got your email and I have to say I can't wait to see what you get from the electronics place. Hopefully it will be something good, though I'd be a bit nervous they might have nothing. Just as soon as you get back today make sure you let me know what happened, I may have to think about something big like that.

For me, I guess I am a creature of habit, because after work I went back to the coffee shop for another coffee and another go with Brian. Unfortunately, Brian had finished his shift so I ordered a large regular coffee and paid with my Gold Card. I sat down at a table to wait, but almost immediately a tall man with dark curly hair was standing in front of me holding my coffee.

"Hello, I am Adrian, I have your coffee and if you'll take my hand I'll take you to the back for the Gold Card premium," he said, holding his hand out for me.

Mesmerized by his dark eyes I reached my hand out and lightly placed it on his. I then stood up, feeling slightly dizzy.

"If you will, please follow me," he said in the most divine accent.

As I followed him I asked, "Adrian, I love your accent, where are you from?"

"Belarus, I am here on a work program," he replied, "Careful here," he then said, lifting up the hinged counter. He then led me through the storage room and into the back office.

I carefully placed my coffee on the desk, well away from the edge where we were about to, well, I wasn't quite sure. Figuring he was going to go down on me like Brian did, I quickly pulled off my pants and panties and sat up on the desk, but when I looked at him, he was removing his pants. I was about to ask what was he doing when I saw it.

Yes, it had to be the biggest, most beautiful cock I have ever seen. Besides begin long and thick, it just seemed to curve so perfectly up to the shiny, purple head. I simply had to touch it so I reached out with both hands and let them run up and down the length of him. I tried to close my fingers around him, but they weren't long enough to fully wrap around it.

While I continued exploring the vast terrain of his cock, he reached out and gently touched my clit. He slowly manipulated it between his fingers, touching it so lightly I began to lift myself to him. Moving his fingers downward, he slipped them through my lips and entered my pussy. I was already wet, but he moved his fingers in and out of me, first two, then a third finger and as I began to get into his rhythm, he eased a fourth finger into me. After a few pushes with his fingers, he pulled them back out of me. They were so wet they glistened.

Once he confirmed I was wet enough, he grabbed my hand and pulled me off the desk. I stood there for a moment facing him, wondering what was going to happen next when he took my waist and turned me so I was facing the desk. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled back while his upper body pushed against my back causing me to bend at the waist.

Realizing what was about to happen I grabbed the edge of the desk and opened my legs wide. I could feel his enormous rod as it brushed against my ass and then my thighs as he moved up close to me. I then felt it slowly press against my lips as it opened them and inch by inch he eased himself inside me. Surprisingly I took all of him without it hurting a bit. I had never felt so completely filled before and when his cock slipped back the sensation was indescribable and all I could think was that I suddenly felt so empty.

His next thrust filled me again and then he backed away. As he moved faster I felt the joy of being consumed by him and then the empty desolation of his absence and then once again the joy. Moving my hand to my clit, I began moving my fingers over it and with his next sudden thrust I came, my pussy, stretched as it was, pulsed over him, tightening around him and then releasing.

He kept moving, now driving his cock furiously into me so hard I could feel his balls slap against my fingers. In just a few more moments I came again as his thrusts began actually lifting my feet off the floor. Again and again he thrust that huge cock into me when finally I heard him moan and shove himself as deep as he could. As his cock spurted into my pussy, my feet were dangling off the floor and I was balanced only by my hands on the desk.

In a few moments he eased back a bit, letting my feet settle back onto the floor and when he pulled out of me I heard a loud slurping sound as the juices were sucked out of me. My pussy remained stretched, gaping open and I felt our cum running down my legs. He had already started getting dressed as I was just started cleaning the cum from my thighs, knees and calves. As I slipped my panties on and reached for my pants I felt an ache inside me. I couldn't tell if it was aching for want of him or aching from the reaming he had given me.

Once I got dressed I followed him out of the room and back into the coffee shop. I could feel myself walking almost bowlegged and I wondered if I would ever walk the same again. I climbed into my car not sure whether to laugh or cry. Ted, I can't tell you how it felt, to be so filled with that intensity of pleasure and how empty it felt when it was gone. I figured I needed a break so I headed straight home and took a hot bath, swearing to myself I'm gonna set that card aside for at least a week. It may take me that long to recover.

Susan.



Gold Card Ch. 08



Well, today was the day I was going to find out what the Gold Card deluxe premium would bring me. After dropping nearly fifteen hundred dollars on the TV and considering the premiums I got for just buying lunch or a few items at the drug store, I figured this had to be something fantastic. I had been a bit frustrated when they didn't let me have the premium immediately after my purchase, but I really didn't know a lot about this while Gold Card thing and perhaps this was normal.

I was so excited about the possibilities that I called in sick to work, something I think I may have done only once in my career. Hanging around the house was a bit boring and I thought about stopping off at a coffee shop, but considering Carolyn's adventures there I figured I better not try it. I wanted to fresh and ready for what the electronics company would have for me.

After watching some TV and checking my email I couldn't wait any longer so I got in my car and drove over to the electronics store. Even though I took my time driving, I still got there about twenty minutes early, so I sat in my car and wondered about the Gold Card. With all these perks why hadn't I heard something about it before? There has to be hundreds of thousands, if not millions of people with the Gold Card. Have all of them been enjoying all these premiums through the years? Maybe just a few of the cards got the special premiums, but then, if that's the case, what was so special about me and Carolyn that we got these special cards? I was no grand executive with incredible credit, hell I was barely making ends meet and now suddenly I am rewarded with this sexual smorgasbord. It just didn't make sense, but hey, the store was opening and I wasn't about to let my questions get in the way of the Gold Card deluxe premium I had been promised.

I got out of my car, crossed the parking lot and as the automatic doors whooshed open I walked into the store, and asked the greeter where I would cash in my Gold Card deluxe premium.

"The Gold Card deluxe premium? Oh yes, wait here, let me call the manager for you," the greeter said, grabbing a phone and dialing a number. After a few brief words he looked at me and said, "Sir? If you would head over there," he pointed, "to the customer service desk, the manager will meet you there and get you taken care of."

"Thank you," I said.

"You're welcome, and thank you for using your Gold Card," he replied.

I headed over to the customer service desk and as I got there a tall, balding man reached out his hand to me, "You're the Gold Card user with the deluxe premium?"

"Yeah, that's me."

"I'd like to introduce you to Casey," he said, nodding to an attractive young woman with dark curly hair that rolled down onto her shoulders. Her electronics store blouse was very tight, exposing some very attractive breasts. She was either very cold or very turned on, because her nipples seemed about to burst through the fabric.

I realized she was holding her hand out so I reached out to shake hands, but instead of shaking hands, she turned, grabbed my hand and began leading me through the store. I glanced over to the manager but all he said was, "Enjoy."

Following Casey through the store, I watched her walk, the way her tight ass moved, the flexing of her muscles and felt my cock begin to harden. By the time we reached the back of the store, my cock was poking out against my pants. When she released my hand to open the door, I quickly adjusted myself. Looking up I realized she saw my quick move when she smiled and then licked her lips.

I followed her into the door and then down a long hallway past a number of doors. We finally reached a door marked "Deluxe" which Casey knocked on and then opened. She stepped into the room and then moved back out of my way so I could see a very large bed in the middle of the room. There were two naked women in the bed, both blonde and from what I could see they were either both natural blondes or they were very close to their hairdresser.

Casey then said, "This is Janis," pointing to the short, but well built woman on my right, "and this is Allison," pointing to the taller woman with perky little breasts on the left.

"What about you?"

"Would you like me to stay?" Casey asked.

"Yes," I immediately replied.

"What about you girls, can I stay and have some fun?"

"He better be a very good man if all three of us will share him," Allison replied.

"I had a peek at what he has to offer," Casey said, "and I think he'll do just fine." She began unbuttoning her blouse, exposing a beautiful lace bra, which suddenly fell to the floor as her large, round breasts bounced in front of me.

I quickly pulled off my shirt, then my shoes and socks, my pants and finally my jockey shorts, carefully working them around my erection. Casey was completely naked too now and I stood there for a moment gazing down at the full, curly bush of hair between her legs. It was quite different than the two other women with the wispy light pubic hair.

As I moved onto the bed the three women quickly rolled me onto my back and while the two blonde women began licking and sucking my nipples, Casey grabbed my cock and slipped her mouth over it. With my head propped up on several pillows I could watch Casey's clips slowly close over the head of my cock and then slide downward as her tongue circled over it. I could feel her fingers tickling my balls as I watched her mouth slide up my cock leaving the glistening shaft in the cool air.

My view was suddenly blocked as a blonde furry mound descended in front of my eyes and I felt Allison's pussy gently kiss my lips. Moving my face back and forth, I burrowed between her lips and sank my tongue into her wet opening. A sharp, tangy taste rolled over my tongue as I lapped up her juices. After a few moments I had to fight for breath as she continued grinding herself on my face.

I did notice that Casey no longer had my cock in her mouth, instead, one of the women was holding it upright. As I began running my tongue up Allison's slit, I could feel my cock being guided into another woman's pussy. All I could see was the beautiful, curly locks of Allison's pubic hair, so I had no idea who was making my cock feel so good with her soft, wet and warm cunt.

As the woman moved slowly up and down on my cock, I could feel Allison begin grinding her pussy onto my face as a faster and faster pace. Suddenly she moaned loudly, arched her back and came, her tangy juices suddenly flowing over my mouth and tongue. While Allison was coming, I felt a cool breeze on my cock and then suddenly I felt it entering the pussy again, but this time, it felt a bit different, a bit tighter, and the way the woman moved was a bit different.

Allison climbed off my face and I could see Janis lowering herself onto me. When she reached the hilt she looked up at me and smiled, then she quickly rose up and then dropped back down onto me. While I enjoyed the sensation of Janis' pussy on my cock, I noticed the women counting, "...five, six, seven...."

When they reached ten, Janis frowned and then climbed off of me and I watched as Allison moved over my cock. It slid easily into her soaking wet pussy and she quickly began moving up and down as the girls counted again. In no time, Allison climbed off me and then I watched my cock disappear into Casey's beautiful pussy. From the feel of it, I knew she was the first one, the one that was fucking me while I ate Allison's pussy.

They counted to ten and then it was Janis descending upon me, squeezing my cock with her tight little pussy. She moved with an anxious ferocity and groaned when they reached ten. It was then Allison's turn and I watched as she moved up and down on me, her fingers diddling her clit as she did.

By the time Casey climbed back on me I knew I was about to explode and sure enough when the count reached five I moaned loudly, arched my back and came, spurting my cum deep into Casey's pussy. She paused, kneeling over me, with a big smile on her face. I had to smile too, it was the most incredible fuck I have ever had, but something in the way they acted seemed to hint that this may not be over...



Gold Card Ch. 09



So there I was, my cock buried to the hilt inside Casey, the beautiful dark haired woman, who just happened to be the one of three women who were fucking me, who was fucking me when I came. She remained on top of me as my cock slowly shrank and finally slipped out of her. I figured it was all over then but suddenly, the other two women did something that took me completely by surprise.

They both jumped at Casey, quickly pushing her onto her back. Janis then grabbed her legs, spread them open and dove in, her face seeming to splash into Casey's pussy. While Allison watched them both intensely, Janis pushed her tongue into the woman's cum filled pussy and began lapping. After a few laps of the pussy, she moved up to Casey's clit and I could see Casey's hips begin to move up and down.

Allison then got up on her hands and knees and gently tapped Janis's ass. Janis quickly moved aside and then watched as Allison took her turn on Casey's pussy, lapping the cum from her cunt and then moving up to her clit. I could see Casey getting closer and closer to coming so I moved in next to Allison and shoved three fingers into Casey's pussy. She immediately arched her back and came, her pussy pulsating on my fingers as she moaned loudly.

Figuring that Allison and Casey had both had orgasms, I realized poor Janis had not, so I moved over to her and as she opened her legs, I moved in, running my tongue down her tiny slit and slipping it into her pussy. She tasted different from Allison, a more earthy taste, a bit salty too. I circled my tongue around inside her pussy as I glanced over at Casey and Allison.

The two women had their legs intertwined and were slowly grinding their pussies together as they watched me eat Janis. As they did that, Allison had reached over and was toying with one of Janis' nipples and in a few moments I could feel Casey's hand caressing my balls. Oddly, I could feel my cock begin to grow and knew it would be ready for action pretty soon.

Janis' hips began to rise up and down as she pushed her pussy against my face, so trying to ignore the fingers teasing my balls, I concentrated on Janis, moving my tongue up her slit. I found her clit and ran my tongue over it and then sucked it in between my lips. I could hear her moan as I did that, so I continued the gently sucking on her as I moved my hand up and eased a finger into her pussy.

Suddenly, Allison moaned loudly and moving her hand from Janis' nipple she ground herself furiously against Casey's pussy. Casey moved her hands from my balls and grabbed Allison's thigh, whispering encouragement to her, "Come on Allison, come on my pussy, come for me baby."

Hearing that, Janis began bucking her hips wildly and then she suddenly lifted her head and looked down on me with such an intense glare I thought she was ready to eat me alive. She then closed her eyes and came, her pussy squeezing on my fingers again and again. As her head fell back onto the pillow I could hear her sigh as her whole body relaxed. I left my finger inside her as her pulsations slowly subsided, finally easing it gently out of her. 

No sooner than my finger slipped out of Janis, she moved at me, shoved me onto my back and grabbed my cock with her hand. Burrowing her head down between my legs, she sucked first one and then both my balls into her mouth as her hand stroked up and down wildly on my cock. In the meantime, both Allison and Casey had moved so one was on each side of me. They both began sucking and licking my nipples, looking down and watching my cock as Janis' had moved swiftly up and down, up and down.

Once again my body surprised me, because I could feel the pleasure building in me, and the sensation on my balls, my cock and both my nipples at the same time was simply so intense. Wanting more I reached over and grabbed Allison's thigh, pulling her a bit closer, I plunged a finger into her pussy. I then reached over to Casey and did the same and then I even moved my foot down between Janis' legs and ran my toes through her pubic hair.

Suddenly, the four of us became one large, panting mass of sex and all of it was centering on my cock as Janis' hand moved up and down. The suction on my balls and the sensation from my nipples, my fingers and my toes all went tingling to my cock until there was nothing more, nothing less than the incredible pleasure, the pressure, the building and the final release as my cock spurted once and then continued flowing out over Janis's hands.

Allison and Casey quickly moved and began licking the cum off of my cock, Janis' fingers and my crotch as all I would do was relax and enjoy it all. In a few minutes Casey got up and started getting dressed, the other two women got up and headed into a nearby restroom. Figuring it was over I sat up and got dressed too.

When she finished getting dressed, Casey sat down on the bed and waited for me. As I was pulling up my pants she said, "I certainly enjoyed giving you your deluxe premium."

"It was incredible for me, I only wish we could do it again."

"Well, buy another big screen TV or something and we might just work something out."

As I was pulling on my shirt I realized that one wall in my bedroom was awful bare. Maybe she was right, another big screen TV might just be the answer. When I finished getting dressed I noticed Janis coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head. She had apparently just taken a shower.

"Goodbye Janis, I enjoyed it," I said.

She moved over and kissed me on the cheek and then said, "Allison's in the shower now, go on in and say goodbye if you want."

I stepped into the bathroom and watched through the glass door as Allison scrubbed herself. As she reached down to scrub between her legs I called out, "Goodbye Allison."

"Oh, goodbye and thank you," she said, continuing to scrub.

I walked out of the bathroom and then followed Casey back through the store. As we reached the customer service desk, she leaned forward and gave me a hug whispering in my ear, "I had fun, hurry back." She then walked back toward the back of the store, turning once and waving back to me. I waved and then walked over to the TV's wondering which one would look best in my bedroom.



Gold Card Ch. 10



From:
   Susan 
To:
   Ted
Date:
Tue, 7 Nov 2007 3:28 pm


Hi Ted,

Well I haven't heard back from you about your return trip to the electronics store, I hope that means good news.  I feel a bit cut off from you, realizing the only way I know how to get a hold of you is by email and often that feels so fleeting.  Yeah, I know we really don't know each other, even though we did what we did that first night, but I still would like to see you again and perhaps talk about more than the Gold Card.  Of course these wonderful cards are something to talk about.

Remember how I said I was going to take a break after the incredible fucking I got at the coffee shop, well I got a bit curious about the drug store.  What you told me about Carolyn was pretty incredible and I figured that the store must have a male counterpart to Carolyn, you know, a guy who does the same stuff she does and has the same talent with his hands that you said she does.  Anyway, I headed over to the store hoping to get on the receiving end of some incredible hands.

I bought several items and handed the cashier my Gold Card, waiting for her to call some nimble male pharmacist.  She rang up the total, ran my card and handed it back to me reaching for the intercom.

"Carolyn, we have a Gold Card user here."

Perplexed I said, "But I was hoping for a guy."

"Oh, it's okay, Carolyn can take care of men and women."

"But I'm not a lesbian," I pleaded.

She told me that Carolyn wasn't either, but she could work something out.

Thinking perhaps Carolyn would just bring me to the back and then introduce me to the guy who was going to take care of me, I quietly went along with it all.  When Carolyn arrived I simply followed her back to the pharmacy.  She opened the door to the pharmacy, let me through another door and into a small office, just like you described it to me.

Carolyn then reached to my blouse but I grabbed the button and said, "But I wanted a man to do this."

"It's okay ma'am, I take care of both men and women."

"But I'm not a lesbian, I don't want a woman touching me."

She continued on trying to convince me to try it.  I finally relented, telling her that if she wanted she could give me a massage, I figured that was safe enough.  I went ahead and removed my blouse and bra as she unfolded a massage table right there in the office.  It was a bit of a tight fit but she got it to work.

Once I was on the table, she slipped out of the room for a moment and then returned with some heated oil that she began spreading over my back.  Almost immediately I began to relax as she started kneading the muscles in my shoulders and neck.  With a combination of heavy pressure and then a light, airy touch she gave me the most incredible massage.

After finishing with my neck, she ran her hands down my back with her fingers firmly following down the muscles, curving in and out.  She started just behind my shoulder blades moving down the center of my back and stopping just above my waist.  After working my back for about fifteen minutes, she offered to do my lower back and legs.  By then I was feeling so good, so relaxed I told her to go ahead.

She then grabbed the elastic waist of my shorts and began to pull them and my panties down.  I reached down, protesting some, but she said she had to take them off to do my lower back and legs.  I couldn't argue with that so I wiggled my body as she worked my shorts and panties down to my ankles and then off of my feet.

Before I could say anything her hands moved down my lower back and out onto my ass, where she kneaded my muscles, leaning hard on me.  She continued down my back and onto my ass and as she squeezed my ass as she leaned on me, I could feel the sensation all the way to my clit as it gently ground into the padding on the table.  By the time her hands moved to my thighs I could feel myself breathing hard and I tingled inside my pussy.

Once on my thighs she would run her thumbs down my inner thighs and when she squeezed there it pulled my pussy lips just enough so I could feel it in my clit.  Not only was she relaxing my legs and muscles, she was getting me turned on.  After about ten minutes working on my legs, she ran her hands up my thighs and suddenly I felt her fingers toying with my pussy.

I clamped my legs together, sat up, covered my breasts with one arm and began reaching for my clothes.  Before I could grab anything she said, "What if I showed you something that I think will change your mind, can I do that?"

Oh hell Ted, someone's ringing my doorbell.  Let me send this off and hopefully I can get back to it right away.  I've lost too many long emails leaving them unsent on my computer.  Damn, they're knocking on the door now, let me send th

 



Gold Card Ch. 11



From:
   Susan 
To:
   Ted
Date:
Tue, 7 Nov 2007 4:18 pm


Hi Ted,

Damn, it was just the postman with a package for my neighbor.  I guess he knows I’m usually here so he leaves it with me.  Anyway, where was I in my story?  Oh yeah…

Okay, she asks if I will look at something that might change my mind.  I was just sitting there on the table, fully relaxed from the massage and a bit turned on still so I nodded.  Instead of showing me something, she moved up close to me, took my hand and guided it down between her legs.

Initially I pulled back, but she held my hand firm and then pulled it, pressing it to her crotch.  Instead of feeling a smooth mound, I felt a bit of a bulge there.  Now it took me a second, but when I finally got it I said, “Then you are a...”

“Transsexual,” she replied.

“But your breasts, and face...”

“I’m taking hormones, have been for a while.”

She went on to explain she had to live as a woman for a while before they would even consider surgery, even then she would have to go through a lot of psychological sessions.  Explaining she had always been different, effeminate and this job gave her access to a lot of information and treatment she would not have had.

It was all so strange for me as I found myself looking at her differently, trying to discern what still seemed male about her.  That was not easy, I mean, you remember her, she wasn’t a supermodel, but nothing about her seemed masculine.  Still curious about it all I asked her to take her clothes off, since I didn’t have anything on.

Surprisingly she agreed, so I watched as she took off her blouse and bra, exposing a natural looking pair of breasts.  As she removed her pants I could see the bulge in her panties and when she pulled them off I could see she actually had an erection.  I hadn’t noticed it when she was fully clothed because it was so small.  I don’t know if it was the hormones or what, but while it was all there, it was simply about two and a half inches long and very thin.

Thinking of the massive cock I had been fucked with at the coffee shop, I was stunned now to see one so small.  I kind of wished she would try to put it in me just to see what it felt like, but instead, she reached out and began caressing my breasts.  Leaning onto my back I let her do what she does so well, savoring the sensation of her fingers as they gently squeezed my breasts and then slid up to my nipples.  Once her fingertips touched my nipples, it was electric, the sensation shot down my body and deep into my pussy as she pinched them and then slipped her fingers in small circles around them.

As she touched my nipples I began feeling a bit odd so I reached out and gently took her cock into my hand.  The tip was wet with precum, so I wet my fingers in the liquid and ran them down her short shaft.  She continued toying with my nipples for a while and then let them run down my belly, through my curly hair and then in between my legs.

She moved her fingers down my slit and then slipped them inside me.  I was so wet by then that she pushed three fingers into me with ease.  Her touch felt so light and delicate compared to that enormous cock I had the day before that I found myself breathing hard as my hips began rising up and down.  When she pulled her fingers out of me and moved to my clit I could feel the pleasure build inside me.  It was so incredible, with just a few quick strokes of her fingers on my clit I was arching my back and coming.

It felt so good that I wanted to do something for her so I quickly began jacking off her tiny cock.  It took a while and my arm got a bit tired because of the odd position I had to hold it in but she finally came, shooting a few small spurts of cum onto my stomach.

She immediately grabbed some tissue and dabbed her cum off of me and then without a word grabbed her clothes and stepped through the door.  I sat up. Jumped down off of the table and got dressed.  I waited for a few minutes and she came back in, fully clothed, her hair redone, and aside from a faint flush in her cheeks, she looked like she had just been working.

I started to say something about what happened, but she stopped me, asking me not to talk of it.  Apparently, she was a bit embarrassed when I jacked her off and she came.  I guess she’s been trying to deny the male part of her sexuality in favor of the female part.  Her response, the erection and the orgasm took her by surprise.

She led me out of the back and when I turned to leave the store she thanked me for using the Gold Card and then silently walked back to the pharmacy.  I headed out to my car feeling very strange about it all.  I mean she was amazing with her fingers and hands and my orgasm was very satisfying, but I really didn’t know how to feel about her.  Did my response make me a lesbian or did I respond to the little bit of her that was still male?

Anyway, I’m still waiting to hear from you about your return to the electronics store.

Susan

  



Gold Card Ch. 12



 

From:

Ted 

To:

Susan 

Date:

Tue, 7 Nov 2007 7:42 pm

Susan:

I have to admit I am a bit blown away by your session at the drug store, I mean Carolyn? Who could have known she wasn't all woman? To be completely honest, I am not sure how I really feel about it all, I mean it was such an incredible experience the way she... he, no she used her hands on me and now I find out she used to be a man. I don't know what I would have done if I found out while in the middle of something with her, I mean like you did.

The way you talked it was almost as if you enjoyed it more, which I guess is understandable, knowing you are responding to more than just the female in Carolyn if you know what I mean. It's kind of the opposite for me in a way. I'm not sure I'll be going back there.

As far as your coffee shop goes, it seems you have found something special there, especially with Adrian. How will you go back to a normal size guy after what you described to me? I wonder what they would have for a guy using a Gold Card there.

I guess you really want to hear what happened with the electronics store. Well I took the day off from work and went back and as promised they were ready for me. The store manager introduced me to Casey, a dark haired woman with nice size breasts and an incredible ass. I followed her to the back where they had a number of rooms. We went in the one marked "deluxe" which had a huge bed in the middle of the room.

As we stepped into the room I met Janis, a small woman with fairly large breasts and a tight muscular body and Allison, a taller, but thin woman with small breasts and only slightly curving hips. I was pretty amazed that I would have the opportunity to be with two women but Casey was so hot that I asked her to stay too. So in no time I found myself crawling into bed with three women, talk about a man's dream come true.

Well, I had no sooner climbed into be and rolled onto my back when all three women pounced, Casey took my cock into her mouth, while Allison and Janis began licking and sucking my nipples. Before I could get too comfortable, I found Allison lowering her pussy down over my mouth. While I was eating her, Casey removed her mouth from my cock and then climbed on me, lowering herself down over my cock. After a while, Janis had a turn fucking me and then Allison straddled my hips and fucked me some too.

The three women continued taking turns fucking me, counting down the amount of time each stayed on me, so by the time I came, they must have changed two or three times each. I remember coming into Casey's pussy, but it didn't stop there, it kept going. The two women pushed Casey onto her back and they both began eating her, slurping my cum out of her pussy.

Somewhere in all the slurping, moaning and coming, I got between Janis' legs and began eating her as Allison and Casey began rubbing their pussies together. We kept at that until Janis came and then I felt one of the women stroking my cock as it surprisingly got hard again. While being stroked, I reached out and found a pussy with each of my hands and was caressing and finger fucking two women until I came again and the women licked me clean.

Even with the three women there I would not have believed I could have come two times in such a short span of time, especially considering how much I had come in the last few days. I have to wonder if there is not something more to these Gold Cards than just the premiums, I mean could they somehow be laced with Viagra or something like that. I mean before I got the card I could barely manage more than once every two days and then I come twice in thirty minutes.

It was all so incredible that I decided I wanted more, so before I left the store I looked at some more TVs checking the size and price. When I got home I did some measuring in my room and figured I could fit even a bigger TV in there. I called them back and put one on hold. They also said that since this is an even bigger purchase than before I could bring a friend.

Well, since you are the only person I have told about my Gold Card, I was wondering if you might want to come along. I know you weren't exactly comfortable with having sex with a woman, but I would be there, and hell, they may let us bring in another guy if you like. If you're comfortable with me and the situation I could be a once in a lifetime type of experience. Let me know, either way I'd like to keep in touch with you.

Your friend,

Ted

 



Gold Card Ch. 13



 

From:

Susan 

To:

Ted

Date:

Tue, 7 Nov 2007 11:26 pm

Hi Ted,

Wow, that must have been an amazing experience for you, three beautiful women all over you like that, yeah I can see how that would be any man's dream. Just reading your descriptions of everything was exciting, no, it was more than that. While I was reading I let myself picture everything, your body, the women's bodies, your cock, their pussies and tongues all seeming to go everywhere.

Anyway, I don't know if what you said about the Gold Card can possibly be true, but I have felt something similar since I got the card. Being a woman I always had capacity for more than a man, but I have found myself getting turned on so much more often than I had in the past. Things I normally found to be a bit sexy were interesting, but they really didn't get me turned on, but now, sometimes just the sight of a guy's chest or my own lace panties will get me turned on.

Needless to say, your descriptions and the pictures they created in my mind had my pussy tingling and by the time I first slipped my fingers into my panties, I was very wet. Initially, I let myself image doing those things to you, first licking and sucking your nipples. As I did this I toyed a bit with my nipples and then when I imagined taking your cock into my mouth, I moved my hand back down into my panties and found my slit. Moving downward, I pushed my fingers into my wet pussy, moving them in and out as now I began picturing your cock sliding in and out of first my mouth, but then suddenly I imagined it pumping in and out of my pussy.

I quickly reached into my nearby drawer and pulled out a dildo and after sucking on it a while, I got it glistening wet and then pushed it into myself, picturing what your face might look like as you fucked me. Well when you described the first time you came, I timed it so I came with you and I imagined your cum splashing into me as I came. When the pulsations inside me waned, I pulled the dildo out and imagined the women licking my clit and lapping at my pussy, sucking your cum out of me.

Letting my fingers be their tongues I ran one finger from one hand on my clit while using one finger on my other hand in my pussy. I tried to imagine their hot breath on me as they liked me, sucked me and lapped up the juices that poured out of me. Once again I came, closing my legs around both my hands until the sensations subsided.

After coming twice I continued reading your email, this time rubbing my pussy lips all around with the flat of my hand. I was picturing what it might feel like grinding my pussy lips against another woman's, like you described in your email. Picturing how the lips would look touching each other, the pubic hair mingling and the wetness glistening all over our pussies and thighs I moved my hand faster and faster. In just a few minutes I was coming for the third time.

Considering how turned on your email made me, and everything that has been swirling through my mind, I definitely what to take you up on your offer to join you at the electronics place. I'll call in and take tomorrow off so I can meet you when they open up at ten in the morning. Don't bother asking for them to have a man for me, I think you and I can do a bit, but then I would like to try a few things with the women. Of course with you there watching me and me watching you will make it that much more exciting. 

In the meantime I think I may go back and read over your email again, read over the part about the three women fucking you, counting and then switching. I wonder what that might feel like for me, with this dildo pushing in one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... how high did they count? Oh, just pulling it out now was hard to do, it is so wet and glistening. Let's see, one, two three, four, five, six, seven, eight... Oh my, how could you bear it, them pulling off of you? One, two, three, four, five, sila, lsern, eignr.... 

Sorry about that Ted, I kind of got lost there as I came again. Anyway, I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.

Susan.

 



Gold Card Ch. 14



Once again I called in sick to work, there was no way I was going to wallow into work with the prospect of another Deluxe premium at the electronics store, especially with Susan joining me. I remember how turned on I got just watching Susan get herself off and now the possibility of getting together with her, or just watching her with another woman, has me ready to go. I drove to the electronics store and parked.

It was about ten minutes before opening time but I wandered up to the entrance so if Susan got there early I could find her and go in together. By the time I reached the entrance I could see Susan walking from out in the parking lot. I waved and then watched as she walked towards me. She dressed in a simple tee shirt and some shorts, something that looked like it would be easy to get out of very quickly. I pretty much wore the same, a shirt and shorts and that was about it.

"Hey Ted, I don't guess I need to ask you what you've been up to the last few days," she said as she walked up onto the sidewalk and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Yeah, the Gold Card has really kept both of us pretty busy these last few days. I was really shocked about Carolyn at the drug store there."

"It was surprising, but I tell you, man, woman or whatever, she touched me like no one has ever touched me with their hands."

"Yeah, but I'm just glad she didn't pull any surprises out of her panties when she was with me, I'm not sure what I would have done," I replied. "But hey, what about Adrian?"

"Oh my god, I still can't walk right," she said, laughing.

"And all this fun from just a simple piece of embossed plastic."

"Yeah, and I still say there is more to it than that. One of these days we should get it tested."

"One of these days when we have time?"

"Yes, that is tough, you know I caught myself pulling out the Gold Card the last time I went to a soda machine. Wonder what would have happened if I found a slot to shove it in, I'd probably been hauled off to jail for begin fucked in public by a soda machine."

"Hey I wonder what would happen if I used it at the gas station."

"My car needs gas, maybe after we finish here we can try it out," she replied, just as we saw someone unlock the entrance to the electronics store.

I reached out, took Susan's hand and said, "Well, here we go."

She followed me into the store as I headed for the TVs. I knew the exact model I needed so I simply flagged down a salesman and pointed out the TV I planned to buy. We followed him to one of the registers and I handed him my Gold Card.

"A Gold Card?" he asked nervously.

"Yes, a Gold Card, you just need to run it like a normal card. The machine will spit out a receipt and the deluxe premium certificate. I'll then take the certificate to your manager."

"That's how it works?"

I nodded and then watched him nervously ring up the sale. He handed me the bill, I checked the total: Forty five hundred twenty seven and seventeen cents. It all looked good so I signed the paper and he grabbed it from me and quickly slipped it into the register. He hit a few keys and the receipt shot out along with another slip of paper. He handed me both slips and was about to explain about the delivery.

"Yes, yes, I'll take care of that later," I said, brushing him off as I headed to the customer service counter to look for the manager. Susan followed me as I headed over to the counter but before I reached customer service I spotted Casey.

"Hey Casey, I went ahead and bought that TV I was looking at before."

"Which one," she asked, looking at the slip of paper I had. "Oh my, one of the real big ones, that means another Deluxe."

"They said I could bring a friend, and this is Susan."

"Well hi Susan," Casey said, reaching her hand out, "I think this is going to be real fun."

"I hope so," Susan replied, grasping and shaking Casey's hand.

"Do I need to give this to the manager?" I asked, nodding at the slip of paper.

"No, here I'll just give it to Tommy there and then we can go to the back."

She handed the slip to the guy behind the counter and then began walking toward the back. I nodded to Susan and we both followed Casey into the back. Once again we headed down the corridor and she opened the door marked "Deluxe."

Stepping into the room I could see the large bed, but no one was there. Looking over to Casey I watched her smile and say, "Janis and Allison may be taking a break. Let me go find them and in the meantime, you two go ahead and get undressed." She slipped back out of the door, closing it behind her.

Susan and I stood looking at each other for a moment until Susan nervously said, "You heard the lady, we should get undressed."

I began pulling my tee shirt over my head while watching Susan do the same. Once out of the tee shirt she removed her bra. Just seeing those breasts bounce free got my cock to growing so when we removed our shorts and underwear I was completely hard and ready for action. I was tempted to reach out and touch Susan, but held off, wanting to wait and see what the three other girls might come up with. Susan and I moved over to the bed and sat down.

Although I had seen Susan's pussy as she masturbated in front of me I had never seen her naked, so I enjoyed looking her over as we waited for the rest of the women to return. She was maybe in her forties, so her breasts sagged a little, and sitting as she was it was especially noticeable, but I liked what I saw. With the breasts like they were, her nipples seemed to oddly turn upward, kind of accentuating them. I wondered what they might feel like brushing across my face, or slipping into my mouth as I sucked them. I longed to reach out, but kept myself in control.

In a few moments Casey came back in the door and said, "Okay, they'll be here in just a few moments." She then quickly began undressing. I watched her, while peeking at Susan in the corner of my eye. It was interesting watching her watch Casey undress. She seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as I did, leaning forward to get a better view as her breast popped out of her bra and bending to get a good look at her pussy as she pulled off her panties.

Just about the time Casey finished undressing, Janis and Allison came into the room wearing just their robes. Almost before the robes hit the floor the three women had moved to the bed and had Susan on her back with her legs spread open. I watched Janis grab one of Susan's breasts with both hands as she slipped her mouth on her nipple. Allison seemed to be doing the same while Casey was between Susan's legs slurping loudly.

I was about to move into the middle of it all, wanting to rub my cock on Susan while the women went at her, but Allison and Casey blocked my path. Casey put her hand on my hip and guided me behind her, where she reached up from under her body and grabbed my cock guiding it into her pussy. I slowly let my cock slide into her, feeling the wet, warm sensation of her cunt as it wrapped around me. As I began moving, I could see Susan squirming in delight as the three women sucked, licked and ate her.

Listening to the sounds around me, I thrust myself in and out of Casey's pussy when suddenly I heard Susan moan loudly, something similar to the way she moaned when she masturbated with me watching several days ago. With Susan coming, I watched as Janis moved her tiny body down underneath me and began licking my balls as I pushed my cock into Casey. Soon she had both balls in her mouth and was sucking hard as I continued fucking Casey.

When I heard Casey moan, I looked over and saw she was no longer eating Susan, instead Susan and Allison were sitting, their legs scissored together as they rubbed their pussies on each other's. It was so sexy seeing the two women moving their hips as their pussy lips rolled together. The sight was all I could handle and I arched my back spurting my cum into Casey's pussy. I grabbed her and tried to keep my cock burrowed deep inside her, but Janis pulled us apart and moved her mouth over my cock, sucking out the last drops of my cum. She then moved her mouth up to Casey's pussy and pressed her tongue into her soaking opening, slurping my cum as it oozed out of her cunt.

As Janis crawled out from under me, I looked over to Susan who had just come for what appeared to me to be the second time. Unfolding her legs from Allison, she leaned over and gave her a big kiss and then she looked at me, but before she could move, Casey and Janis moved in, Casey pushing her back on the bed and straddling her face while Janis splashed her face into Susan's pussy. Just as I moved to get a better view, Allison straddled my face, tickling my nose with her soft, blonde pubic hair. Even though my cock was soft, she sucked it into her mouth and between her tongue movements and her sucking, she had it feeling so good.

I began licking Allison's slit, tasting her earthy flavor before slipping my tongue up to her clit. Working my tongue in slow circles I felt her begin to grind her hips, pushing her pussy tight to my face. She continued gently sucking my soft cock while I slipped her clit between my lips and sucked on it while my tongue slid over the tiny nub. I could hear Susan moaning but all I could see was the wispy blonde curls of Allison's pubic hair. Reaching up, I grabbed her ass and began kneading it as she moved back and forth, grinding herself against me. When she came, she let my cock fall out of her mouth as she rose up, arching her back and hissed, "Yes, your tongue, again, again, yes, yes."

Her body suddenly seemed to go rigid except for her hands which were trembling. She remained motionless for almost a minute before collapsing back down onto me, her small breasts flattening against my chest, her head resting on my thigh. It wasn't until I felt her tongue sliding along my balls and then my cock that I knew she was okay.

I looked over to Susan and saw her kissing and licking Janis' face, licking her own juices from the tiny woman's face. Casey had her arms around both women, watching them kiss. When Susan and Janis finally pulled apart Casey looked over at a clock on the wall and said, "Oh my, I better get dressed here."

As she got up from the bed, I went over to pick up my clothes which were near hers. I quietly asked, "Why did everyone keep Susan and I apart?"

"Did that bother you?"

"Well I kind of wanted to do some things with her."

"It was my idea, I thought perhaps you wanted to be with her, yet you both seemed a bit timid. I guessed you hadn't done a lot with each other, that perhaps there might be something more than just the Gold Card and the sex there. This way, when... or if you two get together it can be something special..."

"But this was something special."

"No, this was some hot, something sexy, something simply audacious, but it wasn't special, not in the way it can be, between a man and woman who really want each other, want more than some hot sex. I thought maybe you might still have that with her. If not, well the next chance you get with her will be that much hotter after being teased here."

"Well, I hadn't thought it all out, and I'm not ever sure how Susan feels about..."

"Ted, I saw the way she looked at you, watched you here and before, when you came walking in. I think there may be more here than you realize. You might talk to her about it, there may be more there than just this Gold Card thing."

"Maybe you're right, I'm not sure."

"Just talk to her some. Look, I need to get back out there, the manager doesn't mind me helping out here but I can't make a habit of it."

"Okay Casey, and hey thanks."

"Just part of the Gold Card premiums."

"It seemed like more than that," I replied.

She smiled and said, "Yeah, I know what you mean." She looked at Susan, smiled, waved and then headed out though the door.

I grabbed my clothes and began pulling them on as Susan got out of bed. She came over and started getting dressed asking, "What was that all about?"

"Oh, just asking her about the Gold Card."

"What about it?"

"Well, how many premiums they give out, how many people have them, things like that."

"What did she say?"

"She said she really didn't know, she said she helped out on a few occasions but really didn't get too involved in it all."

"Oh, was that all?"

"Well I asked her how she liked you."

"And?"

"She said for a straight girl you did pretty good."

"Pretty good?"

"Pretty good," I replied, pulling on my shoes. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah, I think so."

She turned and we both waved goodbye to Janis and Allison. We headed back to the customer service desk to so I could work out the delivery details for my TV. When we finished that we headed out of the store, where Susan leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek whispering, "Goodbye."

As she headed to her car I gently rubbed my cheek where she kissed me and called out to her, "Goodbye." Waling back to my car I felt like kicking myself for not talking with her some, or at least asking her out. I'd just have to email her. 



Gold Card Ch. 15



 

From:
   Ted 
To:
    Susan   
Date:
Fri,  9 Nov 2007 8:22 am

Susan:

I’m sorry it took a couple of days to get back to you.  After our wonderful experience with the Gold Card Deluxe premium I wanted to spend some more time with you, that is spend some time outside of any of the Gold Card premiums and all.  I’ve enjoyed being with you but wasn’t sure exactly how to, well... I’ve tried to write this email probably a dozen or so times and I’m just not sure how to...

I mean it was incredible that first time we met and I watched you.  The way you touched yourself, opening your legs so I could see as you made yourself come turned me on so much.  I never imagined myself masturbating in front of someone before and well, with you and I doing it together it seemed so natural, so right.  Yeah, I know I got involved with all the other sex from the Gold Card premiums but I couldn’t help but want to be with you, to do the things with you instead of just anyone.

Later, when we were back in the room at the electronics store I wanted to touch you so much, but Casey and the others kept us from touching.  That’s what I was talking with Casey about after we finished up.  I was asking her why they did that and she explained how obvious it was to her that I wanted you, so they purposely kept us apart.  I know it sounds odd, but she said she thought if we did that it would be that much better when you and I did finally get together.

The whole time I was there I could hardly take my eyes off of you.  Even as I took Casey from behind I wanted it to be you I was doing it to.  Later, watching you and Allison grinding your pussies together, I watched you, I watched your face as you came and I wished it were me making you feel that way.  

Even as you described what you did with Adrian at the coffee shop I got jealous and then realizing I just would not be able to do to you what he did, how he filled you the way he did.  I know I’d never be able to do that for you... 

I guess what I’m trying to say, or do here is ask if you would consider us going out, going out without the Gold Card.  I’d like it to be just us, no premiums, no transvestites with incredible hands, no coffee shop attendants with enormous cocks, no encounters with three, four or five women, just you and me.  

Look, if all this is too strange for you and you want to let it go, I’ll understand completely, just let me know and I’ll leave you alone.  It was probably foolish of me, I mean you probably are involved so if you want me to drop it all…   Well, I mean, just let me know.

Hopefully still your friend,

Ted


 
 


From:
   Susan 
To:
   Ted
Date:
Fri,  9 Nov 2007 8:41 am


Hi Ted,

It’s good to hear from you because I felt the same way you did during our Deluxe premium session.  I mean it was exciting and all with the women, something completely different with me.  In spite of the fact I did come a number of times, I wanted to touch you or feel you touch me.  Initially wondered if you felt the same way but I did notice several times when you tried to reach out to me how they blocked it.

Meeting the way we have really hasn’t let us get to know each other, other than sexually.  It was such a turn on watching you and knowing you were watching me that first time.  I’ve hadn’t done that before so it was so exciting, especially seeing you come.  I remember wishing you were coming on my breasts.  But what I am saying is that I would like to get together, just you and me without the Gold Card and just get to know each other.

I’ve got to run a few errands today, but will be back by three or four, so I would be free this evening or anytime over the weekend.  Email me back and let me know when we can get together.  I look forward to hearing from you.


Susan,
 
 
 


From:
   Ted 
To:
    Susan   
Date:
Fri,  9 Nov 2007 8:26 am

Susan:

Oh damn, I just got a chance to look at my mail from yesterday.  I got a bill from the Gold Card, oh damn, it’s like $25,000, that’s twenty five thousand dollars and I’ve only had the damn thing for a couple of weeks or so.  I didn’t charge all that much, I know I didn’t, I mean the two TVs, but they were the only big purchases.  What am I going to do, I can’t afford to pay that much.
 
Ted

 
 


From:
   Susan 
To:
   Ted
Date:
Fri,  9 Nov 2007 8:41 am


Ted,

Look, don’t do anything.  We can figure something out.  Look, can you come over here?  My address is 637 Main Blvd., you pass seventh and it’s the third building on the left.  If you can park out front, there’s a small lot in the back, it will not be full this time of day.

Please come over right away,

Susan


 
 


From:
   Ted 
To:
    Susan   
Date:
Fri,  9 Nov 2007 8:26 am

Susan:

Okay, I’ll come by there.   I’ve been looking at the bill and they’ve been charging a convenience charge for all the premiums.  Damn, I didn’t know.  I’ll bring it along and show you.  

Ted

 



Gold Card Ch. 16



 

I didn’t know what to think, how was I going to come up with the money to pay the Gold Card bill? Yeah I had been extravagant trying out all those premiums, especially with the TVs but still I never imagined it would be over six thousand or so.  Six thousand?  Damn what am I saying?  Six thousand in just two weeks and damn, they are charging me almost twenty-five thousand dollars.

I went ahead and threw on some clothes so I could head over to Susan’s.  Maybe she could help me figure something out, I mean damn, she has a Gold Card too, maybe there’s a way to get them to remove the fees.  I grabbed my bill, grabbed my car keys and headed out to my car.  Pulling out of my parking lot I headed over to Main and turned right, watching the streets until I passed Seventh. 

There was a space open out front so I parked my car, grabbed my Gold Card bill and headed over to the door.  Ringing the bell, I heard her on the intercom, “Ted?”

“Yes, I hope I didn’t come here too quickly?”

“No, no,” she replied, “come one in.  I’m up in three twenty seven.”

I heard the door buzz and I opened it, stepping into a small foyer.  Opening the inner door I saw the stairway in front of me so I immediately began climbing the stairs taking them two at a time.  After reaching the first landing, I slowed a bit, taking the steps one at a time now.  By the time I reached her door and knocked, I was breathing quite hard.  It was a few seconds before she opened the door, but when she did she met me wearing a robe.  The room was completely dark behind her.

“Ted, I’m glad you came over,” she said, opening her arms and wrapping them around me.

“I just...”

“Shhh, shhh,” she said, holding a finger over my mouth.  She then reached down and took me by the hand and led be into her apartment.  There were several candles lit on the kitchen table and I noticed some music playing faintly in the background.  I grabbed the Gold Card bill out of my pocket, but she caught my hand and guided it to the table, where I dropped it.

“Didn’t you want to see the bill?” I asked.

“We can look at it later, you just need to relax now,” she replied, taking my hand again and leading me through the living room and down a hallway.  She led me through her bedroom where there were several more candles burning and into the bathroom.  I noticed several more candles burning in the bathroom and noticed the bathtub was full.

Susan began unbuttoning my shirt as she leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth.  Her tongue slipped over my lips and when I opened them her tongue entered my mouth toyed with my tongue a bit and withdrew.  I then pressed my tongue into her mouth, kissing her hard as I wrapped my arms around her.  

We pulled apart and she pulled off my shirt and gently placed it on a hamper.  She reached for my belt and unfastened my pants.  I went to unbutton her robe but she caught my hand and shook her head, “No.”  She continued, pulling my pants down, so I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of them.  She then grabbed the waistband of my jockey shorts, eased them out over my erection and let then fall to the floor.

Kneeling down, she pulled off each of my socks and then standing again, careful not to touch my hard cock, she took my hand and guided me to the bathtub.  I stepped in slowly, wincing a bit at the heat of the water.  Carefully sitting down, I reached down, cupped my balls and sat down in the hot water.  As I grew accustomed to the heat, I slowly withdrew my hands from my balls and rested my arms on the side of the tub.

In spite of the heat, my cock remained hard as Susan grabbed the soap and began rubbing the back of my neck and down my back.  Between the heat of the water and her massaging, I felt myself beginning to relax.  The throbbing I had felt in my head was subsiding and I let out a long sigh.

“I called about the Gold Card,” Susan began, “now just relax, it’s okay.  They said they’d have an announcement coming out soon, apparently all those fees are a problem for them.”

“You talked to them then?”

“Yes, I called and asked about all those fees and they told me not to worry about the bills, they would be correcting them.”

“Oh thank God,” I replied.

“Now just relax and enjoy this,” she said, continuing to scrub my back.

After a while she grabbed the soap again, lathered up and ran her hands down my chests, running her palms in circles over my nipples.  I could feel the sensation run down my body into my balls as she gently slid over my chest.  Moving downward, she ran her fingers through my pubic hair and then down along my thighs.  Even as I lifted my hips and moved to her, she avoided touching my erection.

She rinsed me off, stood up, took my hand and pulled me up to her.  I stepped out of the tub and she began running a towel over my chest and then my back.  As she worked the towel down my back she kneeled.  Rubbing the towel over my ass she leaned forward and lightly kissed my erection.  Drying my legs, she moved her face over my cock, sliding her cheek up and down my shaft.

When she finished drying me, she stood up, smiled seductively and then took my cock and led me into her bedroom.  Leading me to the bed, she gently pushed me onto the sheets and as I sat, she slowly removed her robe, exposing first her breasts and then the rest of her body.  Looking at her body, lit by candlelight was exciting, and even through I had seen her naked before it wasn’t like this.  The flickering light reflected off her nicely curved breasts and I saw her hard nipples in silhouette.

Leaning forward I took her nipple into my mouth and gently sucked on it while my hand reached up and gently squeezed her other breast.  Susan leaned her head back and let me kiss and touch both breasts for some time before she pushed me back onto the bed.  I was on my back as I watched her straddle me, reach down and guide my cock into her pussy.

While I remained motionless she began to move up and down on me as I watched my cock disappear into her and then reappear as she rose up.  After a while as she came down onto me, she’d pause and move a bit, grinding her clit into my pubis before raising up off of me.  She began moving faster, grinding herself on me more and more as she moved.  Reaching down, I grabbed her hips and pulled her down on me as she ground against me.

Concentrating on her, I began lifting myself up when she came down, arching my back as we ground together until finally, she moaned loudly, pushed herself hard onto me and then collapsed, pressing her breasts onto my chest.  I felt the pulsations as her pussy contracted onto my cock again and again.

I remained motionless until her orgasm subsided and then I began lifting my hips, pushing my cock up into her and then pulling back, letting it slide back out of her a bit.  Soon she rose up off my chest and began moving too.  As our pace quickened she arched her back and reached back behind her, gently rubbing my balls with one of her hands.  I gave into the sensations of her pussy sliding wetly over my cock and her fingers gently toying with my balls.

Pleasure ran down my cock and as the pressure built up in my balls I groaned and raised my hips, pushing my cock to the hilt into her wet pussy.  She gently squeezed my balls just as I came, shooting my cum deep into her. Susan stopped moving, remaining on top of me, her pussy holding my cock inside her until it slowly shrank and then slipped out of her.

We spent the rest of the day together naked, sharing lunch and dinner together as well as making love two more times before we drifted off to sleep.  When I woke up the next morning she had breakfast ready.  As I ate, she went out to get the newspaper and the mail.

Stepping into the kitchen she said, “Well take a look at this.”  She had in one hand an official looking envelope from the Gold Card company and in the other hand was a newspaper with a headline I couldn’t quite read.  Squinting my eyes I saw the words Gold Card and Scandal.  

Looking up at her I asked, “Which one do we read first?”

I nodded to the envelope and watched as she opened it...

 



Gold Card Ch. 17



 

November 8th, 2007

Susan Fowler Knowles
637 Main Blvd. #327
Quinty, MA 

Re:  Gold Card accounts

Dear Gold Card holder,

As Interim Chief Executive Officer of the Gold Card company I am writing to all of our customers in regards to their Gold Card accounts and the premium offers provided with those accounts.  After receiving an overwhelming amount of positive and negative correspondence regarding the premiums the company had decided to discontinue the offers pending a company wide investigation.  Additionally, all Gold Card accounts will be put on a hold basis until the full impact of the investigation is understood.

While the company was joyous in receiving the large volumes of positive correspondence regarding the widely varied intimate offers available and accolades included receiving the keys to several Midwest cities for bringing the boring places back into the twenty first century, negative correspondence was also received.  Gold Card management must admit we really didn’t envision burning our asses in hell as a possible downside for the Gold Card premium offers.

As a matter of fact, company management was not fully aware of the exact nature of the Gold Card’s new lively premium offers recently incorporated.  Certainly the board of managers never envisioned proliferating the sexy and free entertainment   To be honest we were somewhat shocked at the decisions and implementation of a program so sexual in content.  Initially we were titillated by the prospect, but then when we received letters from churches regarding the safe sex introduction packets we sent with the cards to their preachers and ministers, we realized perhaps we were mistaken.

Our legal department also made us aware of some possible misunderstandings we were beginning to have with local law enforcement.  I mean who could have known that trading member appreciation points for sex might be misinterpreted as prostitution.  For all of those Gold Card employees and Gold Card users caught up in this unfortunate misunderstanding, please understand the Gold Card Company will cover the expense of any legal costs you may incur. 

Some of you may have already received some bills in the new billing cycle that incorporates the few minor service charges we attached to the premium offers.  I guess we neglected to mention these charges when we presented you with the cards, so please be advised that we will be removing these nominal fees from your account balance.

With respect to the vicious rumors that the cards were laced with Viagra, Cialis, or other sexual enhancing chemicals we categorically deny this allegation, but we do advise any Gold Card user experiencing an erection lasting longer than four hours to see their doctor immediately.  And just to confirm our utmost concern for our Gold Card holder’s health and well being, we will defer any and all charges on your Gold Card account if you sign a release indemnifying us from any medical liability for your use of your Gold Card.  In other words, simply agree not to sue us for medical problems related to the Gold Card and we won’t make you pay for anything you bought with the card.

As for the rumors that the previous Chief Executive Officer, President and the entire Gold Card Company Board of Directors have been arrested on prostitution, narcotics and fraud charges, they are all entirely false.  It’s just that everyone involved with running the company just happens to be on an extended vacation.  Besides, we must remember that everyone is innocent until proven guilty.

If you look on your new corrected bill you might find some new features including a box you can check off to donate to the Gold Card’s legal defense fund.  Our tax accountants are currently pulling together the necessary bribes to make these contributions tax deductible.  And hey, you know those charges we said we wouldn’t make you pay, wouldn’t all that money you saved there make a wonderful donation to this legal defense fund.

In closing, I would like to take this opportunity to thank all of our loyal Gold Card holders and want to emphasize our resolve in continuing to provide you with the best credit card in the industry with the best premium offers available anywhere.  As a special offer to our special customers who stick with us we have panties!  Yes, these are special order panties originally purchased for a famous movie star (whose name we can use here).  We can offer these sexy items new and unworn for our customers or for our customers with more discerning tastes we’ll have the beautiful ladies of our administrative staff wear them for you while visiting a local male strip show.  The panties will then be hermetically sealed and send out to all Gold Card users making purchases within the next ninety days.  

Let me take this final opportunity to thank you for your loyal support of the Gold Card.  We do appreciate all our customers.

Sincerely, 


John E. Johnson
Interim Chief Executive Officer
Gold Card Company
1 Gold Card Blvd.
New York, NY       

 



Gold Coast Gang Bang



My wife and I are just back from a holiday at Surfers. Hardly a holiday as we were flat out working the whole time on making the most of pleasurable opportunities! We've always tried anything new in the sex department because life's short and you're dead a long time.

We were staying in one of the many high rises with a view of the sea, and other high rises of course! Every morning we'd got into the routine of going down the beach to check out the talent - there's sure no shortage of it - tits, pecs and arses everywhere. When it got too hot for us, we'd head back up to our unit for some royal fucking. Jenny, my wife, is 29, with long blonde hair and a great body. I'm 32, average looks but with a 9 inch uncut cock so we can get some of our own heat going.

Anyway this day we'd got back from the beach and had a shower. I was sitting on the bed when Jenny came out wrapped in her complimentary bathrobe. She stood in front of the huge glass door to our balcony, surveying the view. The view was definitely better with her in it. I love the way her arse jiggles when she walks and tits are very fine as all the guys at the beach could tell you. It always turns me on watching the appreciative stares of men and women alike when she walks past. We both knew we were going to fuck soon, it was just a matter of when, and how! We'd been really turned on by the morning at the beach and had been teasing each other with sly touches ever since. Brushing against each other, accidental like.

I got up and stood behind her, breathing in her soapy smell. My hard on poked out from under my bathrobe. I started kissing her neck and shoulders the way I knew she liked it, moving her long blonde hair to the side and gently loosening her robe down the front so I could slip my hand in.

Jen responded, rubbing her cheeks backwards and forwards against my hard cock, which by now was sticking its full 9 inches up and down the crack of her arse. It felt so good I thought I might come there and then. I kept rubbing, knowing that a fuck would be better, but not wanting to stop.

Reaching around in front of Jenny I slipped a hand into her robe and ran my palms in circles over her tight pink nipples. I knew she loved it because her hips bucked back towards me. I let one hand trail down further across her tanned stomach to her shaved twat. We both love the feel of smooth pussy. I let a finger tap her hairless clitoris while my other hand opened her cunt lips with a squelch. I slipped first two, then four fingers into her wide open pussy. She fucked hard on them as her hot honey drooled out all over my hand.

When she couldn't stand it any more Jen pleaded with me to fuck her. I made her beg just a little so she'd really appreciate what she was going to get. I slid the robe off her shoulders and slipped my cock between her legs. It was so slimey with juice that the head slipped backwards and forwards all the way from her dripping pussy to her tight arsehole. It was so hot it felt like we were fucking already before I got it into her.

I pushed her up against the window I until her tits were flattened against the glass. Jenny thrust back like a whore on heat and I grabbed a handful of each arse cheek and opened her cunt up wide. Then I slammed into her, jamming my wet cock to the hilt in her juice filled crack. Her cunt felt like hot jelly smeared all over the length of my dong. She pushed back hard, bracing herself against the window. Her thrust caught me off guard and I overbalanced and ended up in a heap on the floor. I thought it was funny but next thing Jenny's on the floor next to me scrabbling around to get her robe back on and yelling there's perverts watching from the balcony of a nearby block of units.

Jumping up I saw a couple, probably about our age, waving and smiling, not more than fifty metres away. Jenny hid behind me and said," I wonder how long they've been watching?" I was pretty pissed about not going on with it. All I wanted to do was get back to fucking. I thought about closing the curtains. They waved some more. They were both in swimmers. She had a nice figure and brown hair. He was a bit taller than me and blonde. Jenny reached around cheekily and waved my rapidly shrinking cock at them. "Why don't we invite them over and see?" she asked pulling back hard on my shaft.

We'd always fantasised about having sex with another couple. It sounded good, especially when Jen was jerking my cock, "Why not?" Jenny grabbed a pillowcase and wrote our room number on it in big red lipstick, holding it up to the window for them to see. They looked at each other, said something, and gave us the thumbs up.

We got our robes back on and started a drink. It took five long minutes before we heard a knock on the door. Michael and Sandy introduced themselves while I suggested a drink and a smoke to ease the tension. It got us relaxed a little but there was so much anticipation in the air something had to give. Finally Sandy couldn't take any more. She suggested it was their turn to put on a show. She took off her tee shirt and bikini top, freeing her small pointy breasts. Next she turned around and bent over, slowly easing her bikini down to reveal a tight hot cunt. I glanced at Jenny. She was licking her lips - so was I. We were both longing to taste that pussy with some long deep tonguing.

Next Michael dropped his swimmers and motioned to Sandy to suck him while he stood in front of her. Not waiting for an invitation she grabbed his cock and stuffed it into her mouth. His shaft was just a bit shorter than mine but as thick as a wrist and Sandy had to strain open wide to take him into her moist mouth. As she sucked, Sandy rocked backward and forward, moving that delectable twat closer to us while she really slimed up and down Michael's jutting shaft.

I leaned over and started to feel up Jenny's cunt. It was more sloppy than I'd ever felt it before. She just couldn't take her eyes off Sandy's glistening slit, except to watch the head job that is! Sliding down onto her knees, Jenny pulled away from my fingering and started attacked Sandy's twat, sucking and slurping like there was no tomorrow. Not to be left out I positioned myself under Jenny's bush, tonguing in and out like a fucking cock while I pounded my prick with both hands.

After a while this action was too much for Sandy. She suggested we get on the bed. Michael lay down holding his thick dick upright. Jenny looked at me questioning. I nodded, turned on by the thought of her fucking this bloke. I could see that same look on his face as I had from blokes all morning at the beach. Only difference was he was going to get it. He wanted to fuck my wife - badly. Sandy sat on Michael's face and rolled a condom over his dick. Then Jenny straddled him and sank down on his cock with a heavy grunt. Taking all of his thick cock in one go strained her cunt wide into thin lips that sucked at his cock. Jenny's mouth fastened over one of Sandy's hard nipples slobbering wetly.

I had to get in the act or burst. Grabbing a tube of KY I lubed up Jenny's arse, sliding my finger around the mouth of her tight hole. I tried to slowly insert a finger into her brown crevice but she was pounding up and down so much it jammed into her. She gasped aloud but kept banging. I pulled out the finger, aimed my slimey fuckhead at her half opened arsehole, and pushed. Two short jabs and it was in, tight and hot. Michael must have felt it too. He went berserk, fucking up to meet my jabs downwards and chewing on the cunt in his face. Jenny pushed back against the two cocks in her. I could feel the shaft of this complete stranger rubbing against mine as we both pounded my wife's holes, our balls slapping sweatily together.

By this time Sandy was busy slobbering and panting at Jenny's tits. It was all too much for me. I pulled out and blasted come in and all over Jenny's arse. I felt like it would never stop. I've never felt so much come or seen it blast so far and hard. Sandy jumped off the bed and licked all the white juice off Jenny's arse like a milk-starved kitten. The tongue in Jenny's arse started her off and she came like she was having a fit. Finally she rolled off Michael, and Sandy took her place, ripping the condom off before she slid on for a ride. It took about thirty seconds before they both shot their bolts. Me sucking on Sandy's succulent little breasts and Jenny playing with Michael's balls probably helped!

While we were getting our breath back Michael told us they were leaving in the morning to fly back to Sydney, so we arranged to meet after dinner for a farewell fuckfest. Guess where we're going for holidays next year?

All comments, suggestions, photos, stories welcome. We can only get better.



Gold Coast Schoolies Week



Blake drove home slowly his mind full of conflicting thoughts. He was recognized in business circles as a smart creative consultant, highly skilled in computer technology with a reputation built on solving the most difficult computer problems for the cities top businesses.

He had created a lifestyle that was the envy of his peers. His social life was full of interesting people; He moved in the best circles, his photo appeared regularly in the social pages mixing with the cities rich and famous. 

At the same time Blake was a regular patrol member of the surf club. He was equally at home mixing with his surfing mates most of whom rarely had enough cash to make ends meet. 

Few 26 year olds in the city could boast of the sexual successes he experienced with the young hotties that thronged the business district every day. He was six foot four inches tall, with the clean good looks of a young man who surfed and exercised regularly. 

He drove a Mercedes sports and rode a Harley, owned an apartment in a swanky city block and another on the beachfront down at the coast, overlooking the ocean. He was a success by every measure one could apply, but he was bored. 

“Bored shitless,” he said speaking aloud as he parked his car and made his way to the elevator. 

He slammed the apartment door shut and poured himself a blue label Johnnie Walker before switching on his message bank.

Most of the messages were from women who had stayed more than one night with Blake and wanted to continue the relationship. Blake was not in the mood to respond to their pleas for him to ring, passing from message to message without showing any interest.

Finally he sat up and replayed a message from Kenny Jarrett one of his surf clubs schoolboy members. Kenny was a good junior surfer. Blake had liked his style and had taken him under his wing helping him to adjust to club life.

Kenny sounded worried, “you’re our last chance” he pleaded. Intrigued Blake poured himself another scotch and called Kenny. 

Kenny had turned to Blake as a last resort. “Mate I need your help, its Schoolies week next week. With all the bad publicity from last year, our parents and the school are talking of stopping us from going down the coast for the week.” 

“It’s the traditional time for kids like us to let our hair down; thousands go down the coast to party. It’s been ruined by bad publicity about rape, drugs, booze and sex.”

“All right, all right, cool down,” Blake said when he could break in on Kenny, “settle down, how can I help?”

“My girl friends mum and a school teacher from the school have volunteered to supervise us. It will ruin everything if they tag along. So we went to the headmaster complaining that it showed a lack of trust. We pointed out that if schoolies week on the coast was as bad as it had been pictured, then two women may not be the answer.”

“That argument turned out to be a mistake.

Yesterday the headmaster banned our school from participating; he said he couldn’t let two women take responsibility for thirty kids.”

“Mate, we asked to talk to him and he relented, we can go if we can get a responsible man to help chaperone us. We have rung everyone. None of the fathers wants to go. Mate I wouldn’t ask but I’m desperate, would you help.”

“Why me?” gasped Blake taken by surprise.

“You are a well known school old boy. I’m sure the headmaster will accept you.” Kenny did not speak for a minute then he whispered, “Mate I want to lose my cherry. Suzy and I were going to spend the week together. Say you’ll do it; I promise no drugs just booze and birds.” 

Blake was thinking as Kenny spoke .He was recalling the first time he had tried to take a girl down the coast for a week of sex, and how her parents had stuffed up the arrangements. 

A week at the coast may be just what he needed; he could help Kenny and hit the beach at the same time.

“Ok, what do you want me to do?” he asked. 

Kenny quickly arranged for Blake to meet both headmaster and parents. 

The meeting was a challenge. Blake could hardly contain himself as the woman teacher who had volunteered, tried to lay down rules that the “chaperones” as she called them would have to enforce. 

Finally Blake could take no more, “look I’m no prude and I’m not a school teacher, if the rest of the kids are like young Kenny I don’t think we will have much trouble. Anyway I’m only prepared to help if we are left to play it by ear.”

A well polished forty year old who had sat quietly through the teachers tirade readily agreed.”No rules, we are adults leave it to us to work it out,” she said as she stood giving Blake his first chance to study her long voluptuous body.

She turned to Blake catching him staring, “I’m Helena Christie, Suzy’s mum. Her boy friend talks a lot about you, I’m sure with your experience we won’t have any trouble.”

The woman teacher finding no support for her rules quickly agreed.” Yes, I am sure every thing will work out. I’m Whilemina Sangster call me Willie,” she said as her eyes ran all over Blake.

The next day Kenny rang to say that the headmaster had announced that Mr. Blake Howell would assist Mrs. Christie and Miss Sangster in providing support for students during Schoolies week.

“You did it,” he cried. “You did it, I owe you one. When the head announced your name and withdrew his opposition, the class went mad. I think half the girls creamed in their jeans at the thought of being down the coast with you for a week .If you want a bit of young stuff there will be plenty available.”

Blake cut Kenny off short, “that’s something we better talk about right now. You don’t touch girls under eighteen, and you don’t try to fuck them if their dead drunk.” 

“Bring a few of your mates over to my home tomorrow night and let’s work out some ground rules before Miss Sangster takes over.”

Blake was surprised when ten young men stood at his door waiting when he got home from work. “Right oh boys lets talk about getting laid,” He said as he served drinks.

Blake waved his hands signaling to be quiet when they all started to protest. “Just listen, we all know that Schoolies week is about partying and sex. If we stop pretending and be honest we can work out how you can achieve your goals without hurting either yourself or your girl.”

“If you’re like I was when I was eighteen, there is a good chance that at the end of the week you will still have your cherries when you return home and both you and your girl will be disappointed.”

“I’ll personally kick your butts if you don’t act the gentleman next week. You are going to treat all of the girls with respect, even the ones you don’t want to fuck.”

“Women love to talk and they love it if you really listen.

They love flattery; come to think of it we all like to hear someone say nice things about us.”

“Your intended partner is probably at home now thinking of you and what you will both do next week. Getting them into bed won’t be hard, if you treat them right.”

“It’s what you do when you get them into bed that will make the difference. Take your time, don`t be nervous, be kind gentle and considerate. If you get them into bed and you’re not still making love to their pussy with your tongue an hour later you’re a failure.” 

“Wham, bam, thank you mam, is for brothels. You want this girl to remember her time with you. You want her to get wet just thinking of you.”

“You want the memory of your first time together to turn her on whenever she thinks of you. If she doesn’t enjoy it and want more, you’re not a stud you’re a failure.”

“I’m not going to give you a lesson in how to do it, the best advice is talk to her, listen to her, make love to her, all of her not just her pussy. Use a condom, and keep your success stories to yourself.” 

“If you have to tell a mate, make sure he can keep his mouth shut. No girl will have anything to do with a man who ruins her reputation by bragging. When women find out you fuck and tell, they will treat you like the plague. So tell no one.”

“Now go home and get ready for a great week. When we meet on Friday be polite to Mrs. Christie and Miss Sangster. More importantly make the girl you want to bed, think she is the only one you are interested in. Good luck”

Friday evening was an eye opener for Blake. These weren’t school girls they were beautiful young women. He was impressed by their style and dress. His prick agreed making it hard to hide his growing excitement.

“My god you boys are lucky I have never seen so many beautiful young women in one place,” he said as they came forward to introduce themselves. Their light summer outfits displayed their fit young legs and in some cases quiet remarkable boobs to perfection. 

“You’re going to be a great help,” Miss Sangster said as she came up behind him. Blake turned around to find her standing with her hands on her hips frowning. 

“If you think I’m not going to look at these lovely young ladies then you’ve got anther think coming,” he said to the joy of the giggling girls.

They were staring at each other when Mrs. Christie intervened. “Stop it you two,” she demanded, “we are working together and if we have any criticisms of each other we will do it in private.”

“Sorry, lets start again, call me Blake, can I call you Willie and Helena,” he said as he took their bags and passed them to the boys.

Blake studied them both as the talked together. Helena was a stunner. He decided that she would have made the former Italian movie star Sophia Loren look positively ordinary. She looked to be over six foot but did not look lanky because of her opulent breasts and hips. 

He licked his lips, to bad she is married he thought. as he turned his attention to Whilemina Sangster.

Helena’s dress displayed her body to perfection especially drawing attention to her prominent breasts. Willie Sangster’s dress hid everything; it did nothing to help Blake discover what her body was like. 

The best he could do was to note that she was slightly shorter than Helena’s six foot. Her three quarter length skirt swept around as she turned, giving a hint of strong thighs and a rounded bottom. 

At the coast the resort had allocated two to a room all on the ground floor adjacent to the pool. Blake, Helena and Willie were given single rooms on the other side of the pool, “To give you a little privacy,” the manager said as he studied Helena’s breasts.

The manager handed out keys and invited them to a poolside sausage sizzle to meet the other guests. When Blake arrived at the pool he was surprised to find most of the other guests were young married couples. 

Kenny had been in the pool and signaled him over to the deep end. “Can you keep Helena entertained so Suzy and I can escape?”

“Take your time lad, remember what I told you. I’ll do my best, but she hasn’t come out yet. Grab a sausage and slip away if you want. My advice is to hasten slowly.” 

Blake half climbed out of the pool as Willie Sangster strolled down the path to the pool. He stopped and stared, my god how wrong could I have been he thought as he studied her full sexy body. Her skin was pearly white, her Bikini small and black, the contrast incredible.

Her legs were shorter than he had imagined but they made up in composition for what they lost in length. His eyes followed them up to what was a prominent pussy under the skimpy black thong.

One of the boys whistled causing Miss Sangster to turn quickly, providing Blake with a side on view of her rounded arse and shapely back. Miss Sangster would be a star on the platform at any gentleman’s strip club. She had one hot little snow white body.

“Who whistled?” she called. No one owned up. Blake finished climbing out of the pool and moved to her side. “Don’t get angry,” he whispered, “it’s a normal reaction from a hot blooded young male when he sees a beautiful lady.” 

“Oh you men” she said as she shook her head,”you’re impossible.”

“No you are very beautiful and that boy reacted instinctively when he saw you in your tiny bikini,” Blake replied as he steered her away from where the boys were sitting.

“Is it too small?” she whispered her anxiety showing on her face. 

“No not at all it’s fabulous and so are you, so just sit down and enjoy the boys and my admiration.”

He was getting Willie a drink when he remembered he had half promised Kenny that he would keep Suzy’s mother occupied.

When he returned a guest had moved in to sit beside Willie and engage her in an animated conversation.

Blake took the opportunity to slip her the drink and excuse himself as he went looking for Helena Christie.

Mrs. Christie was sitting amongst a group of girls. A group of frustrated male students stood nearby wishing for her to disappear. 

She looked up as Blake called to her “I am going for a stroll around the shops, would you like to join me.”

He could hear a murmur of pleasure from the boys when she agreed.

Helena wrapped a silk sarong around her waist leaving her magnificent breasts exposed in her tiny bikini bra. All of the boys watched as she slipped on a pair of high-heeled sandals and stood up. She was magnificent.

They strolled down the street together moving through the mall and down a small arcade. Ahead of them a bunch of schoolies were giggling and laughing at something in one of the windows

“Let’s find out what they are carrying on about,” Helena said as Blake tried to steer her away. 

The girls scattered as Blake and Helena arrived.

One stayed behind. “It’s awesome isn’t it?” she asked as she pointed to a large vibrator pulsating in the corner of the window.

Blake whispered, “It’s an adult shop.”

Helena stood staring at the large black vibrator. It had been set up to stand on a base and pulsate vigorously. 

“I’ve never visited one of these shops,” she whispered. “They are always so sleazy that one doesn’t want to be seen near them.” 

She looked at him shyly, “I don’t think I would ever have the courage to go into one on my own.”

Blake waited a moment to see if she would start to move away. He looked around the arcade was empty. He took her hand “no one’s around let’s go inside and have a look,” he whispered.

“Oh my do you think we could?” she cried as she squeezed his hand. Blake didn’t answer he led her through the door into the dimly lit shop. A heavily painted blonde with what looked like man made breasts appeared from behind a curtain.

“Hullo I’m Yvette, can I help you?” she asked

“No thanks, we are just looking around,” Blake replied.

She sat down on a stool and picked up a catalogue, “That’s ok if you and your wife want anything just call.”

“I have a nice range of sexy clothing, oils books vibrators.” 

They giggled together. “We must look like an old married couple,” Helena giggled.

Blake winked at Helena, “do you get many married couples in here?” he asked. 

“Oh yes we do. When the excitement starts to die many couples turn to us seeking ways of spicing up their love life.” 

Helena was blushing Blake squeezed her hand and winked. “The excitement hasn’t died. I find her very exciting. She looks a bit like one of those sexy European film stars, don’t you think.”

Yvette stood up and studied Helena who was now blushing furiously. “Oh yes” she cried. “That’s the type of body our local sex magazine publishers like. They pay good money for mature full bodied models.” 

Blake was enjoying himself, “it’s a great body all right but I think I’ll keep it for myself I don’t want to share.”

Helena could not help laughing, “Is that right?” she growled as she squeezed his hand and urged him towards the door.

When he steered her towards the rear of the shop she looked at him and shook her head, “you’re terrible,” 

Blake laughed, “She thought we were married. I was only responding as I would if we were married. I am sure the excitement of being married to you would never wane.”

She blushed as he continued teasing her. “I was telling the truth you look like one of those sexy Italian film stars.”

“Don’t deny it,” he growled when she objected. “The blonde agreed with me.” 

He squeezed her hand and grinned, “Maybe I should go back and ask her if she can get you a job as a model for that local sex magazine. If she does I want to be the photographer or better still the male model.” 

Helena didn’t try to change the subject. She was surprised how much fun she was having with Blake. 

“My god look at that” she cried when they reached the vibrator display, “it’s huge.” 

“It has batteries and three speeds,’ Blake said as he picked it up and read the instructions.

“Something like this can make a man feel redundant.” 

“Rubbish” she cried, “plastic and batteries will never replace the real thing.” They stood staring at each other both surprised at the heat in her reaction.

Blake squeezed her hand. Pulling her close he kissed her on the lips.

She opened her mouth and returned the kiss. Then pushed him away, “behave,” she whispered. “She’s watching.”

He slipped his arm around her waist and held her close. “She won’t take any notice of a married couple kissing. I’m sure she would have seen much more,” he whispered. 

He kissed her again. This time her hands moved up to pull him closer. She finished the kiss and pushed him away “stop it,” she groaned, “we shouldn’t be doing this.”

Helena stood in the shower back at the resort. She smiled as she remembered Blake explaining the big vibrator. Dan her husband would never take her into a place like that. He would have been too concerned about his image. To scared that someone might see them. Since he became a success, he rarely did any of the fun things they used to do these days. 

When they first met, Dan had been exciting and full of fun. She had not realized how much they had changed, how staid they had become, until this afternoon when Blake made her take chances and laugh at herself. She recalled his kisses and felt a tingle in her pussy. He is exciting but too dangerous, she thought.

Blake spied one of the schoolies sitting alone. “What’s up mate?” he asked as he slumped on the sun lounge beside him. 

Harvey sat up, “Hi Mr. Howell don’t worry about me. I’m going to spend the week surfing. I’m too shy to chat up birds.”

Blake looked him over. “You’re good looking. A little thin but you will fill out as you grow older. I cannot see anything wrong with you. Let me see if I can help.”

“Just the person I want to see,” Willie called as he made his way to his room to change for dinner.

Blake ran his eyes over the flawless white skin of her partly exposed breasts. “Anytime,” he smiled. “What can I do for you?”

“Kenny says you’re a trainer at the surf club. I want to learn to surf. I’m looking for some one to teach me early in the mornings before the sum gets to harsh.”

Some one up there likes me Blake thought as he remembered his conversation with Harvey. “Young Harvey is a surfer. He needs to build up his social skills. You need to learn to surf. You can help each other. Let me organize it,” he said as kissed her on the cheek.

That night after dinner, the schoolies went off to the discos and clubs. Blake suggested Willie and Helena join him on a walk around the streets where the young people congregated. 

He asked Harvey to join them. “An extra man may come in handy;” he explained. “Make sure you stick with Miss Sangster” 

“He needs to mix with women,” he told Helena. They strolled around the streets catching up with most of the youngsters in their care. 

As the evening wore on, they relaxed. At Blake’s suggestion, they started dropping into different clubs for a drink. “Let’s forget them for a while and enjoy ourselves,” Blake said as he led Helena out on to the crowded dance floor. 

He danced with his hands low on her hips. “This is nice he whispered.” Helena smiled and nodded her agreement. He lent over and kissed her on the cheek. “Let’s give them the slip.”




Gold Coast Schoolies Week



Before she could answer, he took her hand and led her through the crowd to a rear exit. “Come on lets go for a walk on the beach.”

Down on the beach the wind was up. Blake took off his jacket and placed it on her shoulders. “I know a spot where I hide out of the wind in the dunes when I’m surfing.” He led her up behind some small bushes. “We can sit here and watch the passing parade.”

Many previous users had flattened the grass in the dunes. It provided protection from the wind and prying eyes.

Helena was quite relaxed. She had spent many hours in her youth making out in the sand hills with boys.

Blake leant over and kissed her on the lips “it’s like being a kid again,” he whispered. “I used to bring girls here years ago. I must say you’re the most beautiful.”

Helena laughed, “I would have believed you if you had said I was the most recent.”

They laughed together as he lowered her down on his jacket and kissed her thoroughly. “That’s enough,” Helena said when his hand strayed to her leg. “I’m married. We are down here to see the schoolies don’t do what you are trying to do.”

Blake burst out laughing, “Your right, I got carried away lets get back on duty” 

Miss Sangster had panicked when Blake and Helena had disappeared. Her panic increased when they could not find them. She was rushing about madly shouting their names. Schoolies were starting to stop dancing and follow her. Harvey decided to take control. 

He shouted to be heard over the band. “Come here.” He grabbed her and swung her around. “Look at me, read my lips,” he shouted his eyes boring into hers. 

“Stop worrying, sit down, don’t make a bloody fool of yourself. I’ll look after you.” He pushed her back down. “We don’t need them. They are old enough to find their own way home and so are we. Drink your drink.” 

Willie Sangster felt strangely secure as Harvey took charge. She liked a man to be boss. When he pulled her close on the dance floor and ran his hands down around her waist, she leant her head on his shoulder. He reacted instinctively and pulled her closer. “This is nice,” she whispered.

Harvey was over the moon. Miss Sangster was looking up at him adoringly. He was in control she was letting him be boss. She’s a teacher he thought as he danced her into the darkest corner. He ran his hands down over her round hard butt, waiting for her reaction. She snuggled closer. 

My god he thought she likes it. He had no experience with women or girls. He had heard his mates talking of their conquests. They all talked of the difficulties they experienced removing bras. They all spoke of sucking and playing with tits.

She was wearing a loose black top that highlighted her pearly white skin. He ran his hands up over her butt to her waist and slipped them under her top. 

Winnie shivered when she felt his hands on her skin. She did not object. She let him pull her body hard against his so he could move his arms around her back.

Harvey could feel her bra strap but couldn’t find anything to undo. She looked up at him. “The catch is in the front.” She snuggled in closer whilst he brought his hands around to the front. 

This time he found the clasp. He gasped and held his breath. He felt his cock expand and press hard against her stomach. He slipped his hand inside her bra and found a nipple. His cocked lurched and leaked in his pants.

He looked up to see a couple watching him. Oh shit he thought, she is a teacher and I’m a student. I’m playing with her tit in public. He dropped his hands back to her hips “let’s go,” he whispered. 

He took her hand and led her out through the crowd. She changed as soon as they hit the street. She shook his hand loose, “not here,” she said sternly. 

Whilemina Sangster had been raised in a home where her father’s word was law. He had dominated their household. Years as a teacher had left her without a father figure or domineering male to admire. Harvey reminded her of her dad when he ordered her to sit down. His eyes and body language had told her to do as she was told. It was as it used to be with her father

She was a twenty six year old virgin. Her pussy was wet. Her mouth was dry. Now they were out on the street her heartbeat was gradually settling down. She had never felt like this before. She wanted Harvey. 

He was a student seven years younger than she was. She had to be careful.

No one must know. It was a crime for Teachers and their students to have sex.

She didn’t want to end up in jail

At the resort, they sat and drank at a poolside table. Winnie was pleased and proud when Harvey again took control.

He stood up. “I’m going to my room and leave a note for my roommates. I’ll tell them I won’t be home tonight. I’ll bring my swimmers. We will leave for the beach before anyone is up.”

He smiled “We don’t want to be disturbed. Leave a message at the desk for Blake and Helena. Tell them that you have gone to bed. You will see them at breakfast.”

She watched him as he issued instructions. She liked what she saw. “Join me in my room as soon as you can, don’t let anyone see you.” She whispered.

Blake and Helena visited a number of bars looking for Willie and Harvey. They had one or two drinks at each bar finally becoming so relaxed they forgot about searching. 

Blake knew that Helena was in the mood to play. How far she would go was the question. He made sure they visited each bar until he found the darkest dance floor. 

They danced together in the dark. Blake held her by the cheeks of her arse. She let him grind his cock hard against her pussy.

She smiled to herself when his hands gripped her skirt and slid it higher as they danced. When he was sure it was up around her waist he moved a hand down to caress her bare skin. She growled, “Be careful,” 

He didn’t answer, concentrating instead on pushing her panties to one side. They stood in the middle of the dance floor locked together. 

Blake wanted to reach her pussy. He moved so he could raise the front of her skirt. He looked to see if anyone was watching and slipped his hand around on her thigh. 

Helena knew what he was trying to do. She did not stop him, but she did nothing to help him. She held her breath waiting for his finger to find her pussy. “Gently,” she whispered as his finger slid into her wet hole.

She stopped dancing and stood still when one finger then another started to fuck her. A sigh ran through her chest. Her body move with his fingers. This is wrong she thought but it’s too late to stop now. 

She could feel the changes caused by his fingers flowing over her body. Her breathing became harsh, her nipples hardened, I love it she thought. 

She closed her eyes. She smiled. Who would have thought that at my age I would be dancing in the dark with a strange finger in my pussy.

Blake new they could do no more on the dance floor. “Let’s go home,” he whispered as he felt her shudder and moisture wet his hand.

Helena stumbled as they hit the street. Shit I’m a great help she thought. I came down her to protect my daughter and her mates from grog and sex. 

I have drunk much more than usual. A young man I only met last week has had his fingers in my pussy. His fingers made me come. Now I’m looking forward to taking him back to a strange bed.

“I’m a virgin,’ Winnie whispered as she stood in the pale light from the bedside table. Harvey wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. “Take this top off,” he ordered.

“I want to kiss your wonderful tits.” 

“Oh hell they’re lovely,” he groaned as she dropped her bra to the floor. “When I saw you today in your bikini I never thought in my wildest dreams I would be sucking these beauties tonight.”

Winnie stood in a dream as Harvey licked and sucked her breasts. She had never allowed any man these types of liberties before. She closed her eyes and heaved a sigh as a little shudder struck her and she felt a dribble of moisture leak from her pussy. 

Harvey felt the shudder hit Winnie. “Let’s get undressed,” he whispered. His cock strained at his pants as he struggled to remove his clothes. “Let me,” Winnie whispered as she removed his shirt and bent down to remove his trousers. 

Her white skin attracted him. He ran his finger over the cheeks of her arse. His eyes followed his fingers as they continued on to find her pussy lips. She was sopping wet.

He groaned and bit his lip as he massaged her pussy. She was breathing heavy. His mind awash with conflicting emotions. What do I do? What do I say? Will it hurt her? Do I tell her I’m a virgin too? His thoughts were jumbled. 

Willie ended his confusion. She threw herself on the bed and spread her legs. “Make love to me darling,” she whispered.

Harvey crawled up between her legs and ran his fingers over her pussy, “Hurry darling,” she cried, “hurry.”

They slammed together both moaning as their bodies responded to each other and came quickly. Harvey was surprised when his cock stayed hard. “Did I hurt you?” he asked as he heard her moaning quietly.

“Oh no it was wonderful, I think I’m coming again,” she said as her body bucked and her pussy convulsed around his cock.

Harvey was still hard. “Can you come on top?” he asked.

“I want to feel your tits. I want to play with your nipples while my cocks in your pussy. I can’t do it from here.” Winnie moved quickly, “Yes lover, just tell me what you want me to do.” 

He was watching Winnie suck his cock when they heard Helena come home.

“She’s got some one with her,” Winnie whispered. Later they heard the bed squeak and the bed head start to hit the wall.

Harvey laughed, “We know what they’re doing.”

Winnie grabbed him, “I’m not just going to lie here and listen to them make love, we can do better than that.” She laughed as she pulled him down on top of her. Her legs came up around his back, “fuck me,” she growled. 

Helena stood in the dark, “no more,” she cried. “I can’t do this. I’m married it’s wrong.” Blake on his knees in front of her lapped her pussy. His hands held her by the cheeks of her arse and pulled her body on to his face. 

She eased her legs apart to allow him more room. I shouldn’t she was telling herself. I shouldn’t. Blake teased her clit with his lip .She felt his finger press down above and behind her clit exciting it making it grow harder.

Thrills ran across her stomach. Her legs twitched she held her breath as she came and came. “Oh my god what’s happening to me,” she moaned as her legs buckled.

Blake carried her to the bed. He took a pillow and placed it under her bottom. He shook his head and wiped sweat from his brow. 

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first moment you stood up in the headmaster’s office.” 

“You’re fucking magnificent. I’ve fantasized about stripping your clothes off and seeing all of your fucking hot body,” He knelt on the bed between her legs. 

“That Shelia at the adult shop was wrong. Your body is too hot for porno movies. No man in his right mind would want to share you.” 

Helena felt her body twitch anxiously as she laid waiting for Blake. Her anticipation built up as he spoke. His words exciting her, making her forget her family and the fact she was married. I want you in me, she screamed silently. 

She moaned aloud when he ran his prick up and down the lips of her pussy. She opened her legs wider inviting him, and then gasped when he entered her. 

“Oh my god,” she cried.

The bed creaked noisily as they started to move. Within seconds, the bed head was banging against the wall.

“Oh shit,” she cried. “They’ll hear us. Everyone will know what’s happening in my room.” 

Blake knew she was right. He dragged the mattress down on the floor. He laughed. “This will be better, but you’re so bloody hot the floor might also move.” He pulled her legs up around his thighs as their bodies gathered momentum.

Next-door Willie kissed Harvey on the forehead. “They’re finished already. He’s not as horny as you my young master.” Harvey had not noticed the absence of noise next door. He had her breasts in his hands marveling at the way her nipples grew hard when he sucked on them 

Blake could not get enough of Helena. Her fulsome earthy body ignited him every time he took time to look at it. He had come more times tonight than he had ever come with one woman before. 

Helena was exhausted. Blake was a wonderful lover. Gentle and considerate one moment and a raging bull the next. He had taken her to heights of ecstasy that she had never previously experienced. 

She shuddered he was kissing her arse. She jumped as his tongue entered then ran around the rim. 

“I need some lubrication,” he whispered.

“Why?” she asked 

She shuddered when he replied. “I’m going to take your virgin arse.”

He kissed the cheeks of her arse licking along her backbone.

“Don’t worry we’ll go down to the adult shop tomorrow and buy some edible oils. We have plenty of time we are down here for schoolies week.” 

“A weeks not enough,” she moaned as his mouth returned to her pussy.



Gold Digger (color Of Cold)



God Digger 5

Miles loved riding the scooter in the first light of day. For the first hours of his trip it was just him, the scooter, and mother nature alone on the road. He was between towns when the morning traffic of jerks hit the road. It went from peaceful to just plain dangerous in a few minutes.

His scooter lacked the speed to hit the super duper highways, so he made do with the roads that meandered through the almost abandoned down towns of small crossroads villages.

By noon he was stiff, so he decided to stop for a last real lunch. He was over halfway on his trip to the city campground. He had more miles to go, but at the moment the crossroads diner came into view he knew that he was too stiff to continue without some walk around time. He also needed to stop for gasoline again. Since the diner shared on a broken pavement parking lot with a convenience store. It was a natural stopping place, Miles used the single gas pump even though the gas was ten cents more a gallon than the national average. He told himself he only needed two gallons, so it would be less than a quarter more.

Miles ordered a large cheeseburger with mustard chili and slaw. He was taking the chance to raise his body's level of fat. He figured an indulgence once a week wasn't too bad. Since he wasn't close enough to the destination town, he just settled for conversation about the newly legal Marijuana Farms in the area.

"They are about my only customers," the well worn waitress said. "Them guys leave their tips in baggies of pot."

It sounds like a pretty good tip," Miles suggested.

"they are the third trimmings, burns hot and tastes awful, but it helps me sleep," She said. "I boil it and make tea to drink before bedtime. The taste take a little getting used to."

"Whatever works," Miles suggested. The tip he left was green, but it was made of paper. 

Miles rode two more hours before he found the town with the campground. It was another hour before he found the ten space campground. They were all developed so it wasn't the place he wanted. Nonetheless it would do for the night. He knew he could find something more to his liking the next day.

After paying at the office he assembled the plastic pipe frame of his one man nylon tent. Though much smaller than the prospector's tent, the small tent kept the rain and cold off him. Fortunately it was neither raining nor was it really cold. That being the case he slept with the ends open.

At six PM he left the tent for the office. He knew from the sign that the office said the office closed at dark. He decided to use what might be his last opportunity to hook into the cities WIFI server. He had no idea whether they closed down power in the office or simply turned off the lights. He piggy backed on the WIFI and sent the message, 'package has arrived'. He sent the same message to both his partners in the venture.

He also check his messages. He found one from Ada. Her message read, 'three days QE2 arrives'. His response was Cool.

Miles went to dinner at the one fast food restaurant. He had burgers and fries again. Hell he would eat burgers and fries every meal for a year, he expected. He also brought two large coffees then poured them in his own thermos. When he arrived back at the campsite, he sat at the large picnic table to drink the coffee and think about the day to come.

The plan was to take two samples at three sites along each of the creeks. Making a total of twelve samples he planned to collect.

After the long ride he was suffering from joint pains, so he took a couple of aspirin and a couple of Tylenol, then went to bed on the hard ground. Under his light blanket he had a yoga mat to ease the worst of the sticks and stones.

He never slept soundly on the trips, but he sleep lots of hours. Since there was nothing else to do at night, he went to bed with the sun and woke when it returned.

Miles was ready for the ten mile drive to the first creek. The access point according to his map was another five miles up the county road.

Since he packed up the campsite before he left, it was almost nine when he left the scooter alongside a county fire road. He knew he had a couple of miles to the creek and probably another mile or so to the fast water. 

He arrived at the first of the fast water before noon. After securing his two samples he headed back out to retrieve his scooter. He found it right where he left it on a fire road just off paved county road. 

He didn't stop for lunch he went to the second location where he collected

his two samples. The next site called for a hike of ten miles up the creek or hike five more miles back to the county road. He chose the road since his camping gear was there.

He decided to cold camp at the third location rather than return to the town's campground. It his opinion it would just be a waste half a day.

It was headed toward dark when Miles arrived at the fire road where he intended to park over night. He noticed the road was in pretty good shape even for the scooter.

He parked in what was no more than a ten by ten clearing on the side of the road. The fire crews must have used in as a meeting place. He only intended to stay the one night, so he put his tent frame together and ate some room temperature peanut butter and jelly crackers, then went to bed. It was a pretty spartan existence he lived on the road.

There was a vague nagging noise he only noticed after he lay down to sleep. The woods should have been quiet, but there was the distant sound of a gasoline engine. It was either a generator or a pump. Neither would be good news for him. He decided that he was likely to walk up on a moonshiner's still when he broke camp tomorrow.

He spent the night sleeping even lighter than he had the nights. He also slept with the old Colt wheel gun in the tent with him. No only that he had rigged a trip line using elements of his mining gear to make a noise.

The next morning nothing had been disturbed, so he went prospecting. He walked to the creek a couple of miles from the road, then he walked up the mountain. Even the fast water was to slow for the liquor makers. He found their garden hose at the start of the fast water. The pump noise was better than trying to reroute the creek. Miles understood that since there was no cover near the creek. He was taking his second sample when the old man called to him.

"Who are you?" the old man asked. "And what you doing here?"

"Are you the land owner," Miles asked.

"No my cousin Joshua is," the old man said.

"Tell him I'm testing the water for pollution. If he wants to check on it call the county health department. It's all routine." Miles knew he would be gone before the man could check.

"Okay," the old man said. "He still kept an eye on Miles while Miles took the last of his samples. He added an ounce of water to the sample just so he looked legit.

Miles spent that night in the town's camp ground. He really had been a little concerned about the still. He knew that if they decided to mine the creek at that spot, he would be forced to make a deal with the Moonshiners, or roll over on them. He preferred the deal, but he wasn't dead set against dropping a dime on them either.

The second creek looked good but it was anti climactic. Just a routine walk in the woods. There was some digging but noting special. Miles actually finished the Samples by later afternoon. He was considering whether to camp along the county road or to move back to the town's campground. In the end he decided to go back to town. The office might close early, but he could find a space even if he arrived after the office closed. If he managed to get on the road early enough, he could probably save five bucks. He didn't plan to skip out on his park fee but it was possible he would leave before the park manager came to check on the occupied spaces.

The park ranger was on his site by seven am. Miles was dressed since I slept in his clothes. He paid the lady her five dollars, then broke camp without even building a fire. It had been a warm night but even so Miles knew that colder weather was on the way.

During the ride home, Miles thought a lot about their need to start the winter preparations. In order to do that they first needed to decide on a base came location.

He was determined to have a meeting the next week and force a decision. After they had decided, then someone would need to begin negotiations with the landowner for permission to build a mining shack. Nothing permanent, but more than a tent with an open fire to keep him or them warm. He wanted to build an insulated rigid frame covered by a tarp. "The shack should at the very least have a wood stove inside the structure. Nothing elaborate or heavy just something safe and useful. 

Miles arrived home to news from Louise, that Silvia was in the air if not on the ground already. She was supposed to arrive sometime that same evening. 

She brought with her new contracts. In Mile's absence and since the show had sold the day he left, the ladies had negotiate the financial deal with QE2. Louise explained the terms for a first season reality TV show seemed adequate to both her and Ada.

The plan was to film the actually decision of where to place the camp and also the negotiations with the land owner. Then the setup of the cabin. Since QE2 didn't want to Miles and company to putz around, they were going to pay them for a ten week season no matter how long they had to film. Once the gold digger team approved the series, the contract called for QE2 to retire all the excess footage. The agreement was to pay each of them $20,000 for the rights. The pilot was already in the can and there would be no payment for it. 

Miles spent the remainder of the daylight hours cleaning and storing the equipment. "Once the contract is signed. we have to buy some equipment. I have been stockpiling some camping equipment, but there is a piece of equipment that was too much trouble for me to build without a definite go from QE2. If I have to park the pickup a couple of mile from the cabin site, it's going to be to labor intensive to lug that shit into the sight on the land sled by hand. I can build a small electric tow motor to help me along with it. It will supply the muscle for the trek in and to move around the anything we need moved while we are working.

I can probably build it for two hundred bucks. But it will take a while," Miles said.

"Can't you just buy one," she asked.

"We don't need it to be anything great just a little help for an old man. It's a pretty simple design. Or we could buy a burro but those things eat and freeze in the winter," Miles replied. "Well while we wait for the QE2 people, I can assemble the parts."

"Then do it Uncle Miles," she said.

Miles spent the later part of that night identifying the things he needed for his project. As he thought everything was on Ebay.

What he actually bought was an electric scooter for parts from a guy on Craig's List. He got a used motor and a set of wheels from him. He planned to order a controller from a supplier in the states rather than one from a factory in china. It was all about the timing. Pay a few bucks more to get it in a reasonable time frame.

Back in his bed Miles slept like the dead. He really didn't do well sleeping with one eye open. When he hit the bed he didn't have another thought until Louise was at the door.

"Uncle Miles come on we need to go to breakfast. We have to meet with Silvia and Ada. Silvia wants to get the contract signed, so she can get Eddie and Jerri down to start filming."

"Sure give me a time to take a shower," Miles took his second shower in less than twelve hours. He dressed in his work clothes but ones that had been laundered. He rode the scooter to the pancake house to meet with Ada's daughter Silvia. 

Once he was inside the dining room he looked around. "That's my group over there," he said to the hostess. He walked over to join Ada, Louise and Silvia. "Good morning everyone," Miles said.

"Hello," the assembled group of ladies said in almost unison.

Miles sat down in order to check the menu. He found that the french toast still looked the best to him, so he ordered it. Before the food came everyone was sitting trying to make small talk.

"I guess I'm the five hundred pound gorilla in he room," Silvia said.

"Yes I suppose you are," Louise said. "So what are we talking about?" 

"Twenty thousand each at the end of the shooting. Even after the shooting we may want to come back and re-shoot some scenes. There is no time limit on either of us. When you get finished, you are finished. Maybe someone will renew the show maybe not. We will all just have to wait and see," Silvia admitted.

"Will it be Eddie and Jerri doing the shooting?" Miles asked.

"Yes but it won't necessarily be the same one each shooting day. They may switch off since there is no reason not to change it up some. I will also be here as producer," Silvia explained.

"Okay how is it going to work in the woods?" Miles asked. "There will be a small miners shack up there. I am not providing any accommodations for any of you. Our footprint on the house land had to be small. We might blaze a trail for supplies to come in and we may not, it just depends."

"We are used to providing our own facilities," Silvia said.

"Well there is not going to be a road to the miners shack. The closest road may be as far away as ten miles away," Miles continued.

"We can handle it," Silvia said.

"Okay fine, I suggest while we wait for the camera people you ladies finished your tests on the samples. I will continue getting the mining outfit together. Then when the camera crew arrives we can decide when and where to settle in. We will have to research the ownership of the land where we want to erect the mining camp," Miles suggested.

"While Louise tests the sample from the last trip, I will begin charting the waterway. I can get the satellite maps and coordinates. I will collect they addition building material and equipment that we need," Miles suggested. "Can we have everything in place by Monday?"

"No idea," Ada said. "We can try, so you should hurry up, we might just pull it off."

"I'm going to alert my people to be ready on a moment notice. Jerri will come down first, to cover the girl's research. I have feeling finding the place to mine is going to be difficult due to the need permission to mine the creed on government land and a permit for the miners shack." Silvia said. "She can always drive back if the permits drag,"

"I'm going to assume that you would be successful, so I'm going to Home Depot to buy the rigid insulation," Miles said. 

"I'm not even going to ask about that," Louise asked.

For the next two weeks Jerri monitored the activities of the women. While Louise worked on the samples, Ada mapped the streams. She mapped all three as well as the second branch on the first stream. 

On the forth day Silvia arrived with Jerri at Miles' house. They came to see the piles of materials stacked around the outside of his shop. "Very impressive, so what's your plan?"

"Well my plan is to pull the pickup along the closest road then unload all the supplies for the shack first. If I get lucky the maps Ada drew are correct, I looks as though I will have only a two mile hike. Since we have gone into fall it's going to be too rough to hike in. I am going to have to stop to put up a shelter of some kind for at least one night while I build. I have the heavy winter sleeping bag, so I will be warm enough with just a campfire and a shelter. That is if we get on with it. The longer those two plan the colder it's going to be on the mountain.

On Day two I plan to assemble the frame of the shack. With a lot of luck I can finish it completely. The small wood stove has to go in next. To make the roof and siding, I'm using large camouflage tarp." Miles explained.

So once I get the shack and wood stove ready, I'm going to the stream and mine. I'm going to set up the portable sluice and run some dirt through it. I have a way to stay warm while I gather the material for sluicing. The knee high boots are water proof and insulated. My long socks have a small heater built in. Since the water is only inches deep, I can use a bucket hoe. Its no more than a sharped pipe on the end of a shove handler. I tiny version of a backhoe using human power. We need to see how much gold is in the creek bed before we invest too much money. Everything is PP right now."

"What do you mean PP?" Silvia asked for the camera

"People powered. If it proves to be manageable and cost effective, I might building a robotic digger." Miles replied.

After Silvia and Jerri have filmed me doing all kind of fake shit Silvia said to Jerri, "Wait for me in he car."

After Jerri had gone she said to Miles, "I know that mom told you, I would appreciate if you kept it between the three of us."

"Kept what between the three of us. I have no idea what you are talking about?" Miles replied.

"Thanks," Silvia replied.

After Silvia's visit, it still took another week to get everything lined up. Two weeks after the Tennessee samples everything was ready for the first site. Miles packed up this pick up kissed Louise and even Ada goodbye before he left home early on a Monday morning. 

The farmer whose land he was going to build the shack met him on the access rood. 

"This is the closest you can get to the rapids. It won't be an easy hike, but it's not to far, maybe a couple of miles," he guessed.

"Two point two miles as the crow flies," Miles said. He knew why the farmer had met him, so he slipped him the envelop with the check inside. There was a paragraph on the back of the check. Cashing it indemnified both QE2TV and Gold Diggers against any law suit.

First off the pickup was the sled. I was six feel long and four feet wide. It was also a foot deep. After the sled came all Miles' hand tool which went into the bottom. Then there were layer of six foot long two by fours. He stopped before the pick was even close to half emptied. He unloaded his pull motor from the passenger seat of the truck. It only took him a minute to hook it to the land sled for the hike and tow to the rapids.

Eddie arrived just as Miles was ready to leave for the rapids. "Holdup there Miles I need to film you," Eddie said.

"Get your camera and lets go," Miles said slightly irritated.

At the end of day one, Miles had only managed to get all his materials on site. The first trip in was a nightmare. After he hacked his bath in the next three trips were much easier. The final trip was like pulling a trailer down a super highway.

Miles raised the miner's tent not far from his location for the shack. Once it was up he ate some canned bean and wienies heated over the fire. They weren't especially good but they were filling. 

After dinner he went to sleep in the miner's tent, while Eddie drove to a motel about twenty miles away. 

Miles didn't sleep very well. He was warm enough but the ground was a hard cushion. He was cold the next morning, even with the highly insulated layers of clothing, while he started the fire. 

Once the fire was started he managed to get warm before he began work. His miners shack was to be a slightly modern version of the shacks built in the gold fields of Alaska.

Miles found a nice large flat rock in the stream to use as the first corner. He walked slight downhill to set two rocks to make the two by four rail level then found one larger stone to make to support the middle of the two by four. Then he ran a rear wall bottom two by four. I long piece of twin helped to square up the building. 

"So Miles you have the shack laid out now what?" Eddie asked.

"Now Eddie, I'm going to raise the walls. The south facing wall is going to be made from six foot two by fours. The North is going to be a full eight foot wall. Since we are in the grove of pine trees the building wont be subjected to the full force of the heavy winds, but I'm going to tie it down anyway.




Gold Digger (color Of Cold)



It took all day to get the frame up, and the reflective mylar film stapled to the frame. There was enough time for Miles to put most of the insulation onto the bottom of the building before the light began to fail.

Miles had hoped to get the thing finished on day two but he had expected it to spill over into day three.

"He got the fire started before Eddie returned from the motel. Miles Managed to get all the insulation in place early the third morning. Miles set fire proof cement board on the top of the north wall, then boxed it in with a frame mounted to the inside of the frame. The hole had already been cut for the stove pipe to pass through the wall. Since it could easily clear the roof with just the angel coming from the wood stove there was no need for bends or a long pipe. It cleared the tarp walls but only by a couple of feet, so miles decided not to bother bracing it. When the sun went down the stove was installed and burning. The dirt floor would take at least a day to warm but it would be warm pretty soon. The inside wood stove was the number one improvement. The silver reflective interior and the small amount of insulation made the shack fairly comfortable.

Miles cleared a sleeping area inside the house for his one inch foam pan to lay. He had enough wood left over to build a bed but he didn't have time to do it.

Day four found him inside the shack and awake in a warm six foot by eight foot building. 

Miles had purchased and dragged six very large cork screw shaped stakes be installed with a two foot water pipe to tie the building to the ground. He was hoping he hadn't overlooked anything since the weather and the mountain we unforgiving.

Day five after a breakfast of corned beef has cooked over the wood stove, Miles heard Eddie outside. "Don't shoot I'm coming in," he said.

"I wanted to get here early enough to see you dressing for work in the creek," Eddie said.

"Sorry Eddie, I am not going to get naked for you. But I am going to put on some extra things today." First Miles removed his heavy twill work pants then slipped into a part of thermal under pants, then replaced his trousers. Then he slipped his feet into a pair of red socks with wires stick out of each sock. After that a pair of knee length heavy rubber boots. After he plugged up the socks he was ready to get his scoop, five gallon bucket and his portable sluice before he head to the creek.

The water was no more than a foot deep as it ran over the rocks. It was a bit too deep upstream from the rapids and too deep a few feet down stream but he had about a twenty yard stretch of river to mine. Truth be told Miles was still in the exploring stage. If it had been summer he would never have built the shack. The mountains were just too damn cold to risk hypothermia.

First Miles found a spot with good water flow to set up the sluice. With the sluice in place and the water running, he began digging at the first of the stones. He dug until he had half of the five gallon bucket filled, then he moved to the sluice to begin running the dirt through it. He had removed he larger stones as he loaded the dirt into the bucket so the largest stones left were the size of giant marbles. Those he tried to remove before he ran them through the sluice. He really wanted to run nothing larger than a bean through the sluice.

The flow of water over the sluice was steady but not so forceful that it washed all the material through. If there was any gold Miles was sure he would catch it in the mats below the grates. He ran about three hours then went to the cabin to get warm. 

While he and Eddie warmed by his stove, the mat from the sluice soaked in the same five gallon bucket he used to transport the gravel to the sluice. After he was warm he went back to the creek. To run another bucket of dirt. Eddie was not allowed to help. He stood bear watch for Miles, so he made himself useful. 

"I'm not armed. I am not going to be much of a deterrent to bears," Eddie said.

"Hell Eddie your job is to distract him while I sneak up to get a head shot with the .44 magnum pistol," Miles said smiling. "Don't worry Eddie I brought three tubes of antibiotic cream and lots of tape."

"That is a real comfort," Eddie said sarcastically.

The two of them sat by the fire to heat their rations. "I am going to go outside to wash down these two loads of mat dirt, then I'm going to decide what to do tomorrow," Miles suggested. There was enough light to work the tailings down but the inspection of the gold pan had to be done with a LED flash light.

There was so little gold that it could be removed with a pair of tweezers. The gold was coarse, Miles had been warned by Louise to expect that the truly fine gold would have washed over the rocks and would only stop at the ocean. 

He didn't weigh the gold but it looked like it might be three hundred dollars worth of gold. It looks like Ada and Louise where right all the profit is going to come from the TV show. We might come up with enough to pay for the equipment," Miles had suggested.

"Yeah but you are free," Eddie said sarcastically.

"Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose, but it's free." Miles was quiet a moment then added. "I need some fresh meat. I'm a little tired of beans,"

"So what are you planning to do?" Eddie asked.

"We are going to do some trapping. You have to help, if you want anything," Miles suggested.

"I think I will just film you doing it and go out to dinner. It's only twenty minutes over good roads. Sorry I'm only allowed to help you in an emergency," Eddie said.

"Same here," Miles said. While they bantered Miles had unloaded a bundle of boards. The bundle looked like a bunch of scrap to Eddie. He had been the cameraman for a survivor series, but he had never seen anyone do what Miles was doing by the lamp light. He was building a wooden trap.

"It's called a rabbit gum by the old timers. It just a long wooden tunnel, closed at one end. I will put a bit of apple in the closed end when the rabbit goes for the apple, he will hit the trigger which is no more than a stick with a notch to hold it in place. When the rabbit dislodges the trigger, a door drops and we have rabbit stew. Well I have rabbit stew, since I'm not allowed to feed you.

While he waiting for the expedition to begin, Miles had prefabricated the 'gums' at home. 

"We are out of daylight, or I would set these tonight. I might set a snare or two as well. I just don't know how many rabbits there are up here or how dumb they are," Miles suggested. "So tomorrow morning we will set the 'gums'. The gums have the advantage of keeping the rabbits out of the hands of a predator. We get to eat them instead of the coyote or the other smaller predators having a free meal.

"So what are you going to bait the gum with?" Eddie asked.

"I stopped on the way up to buy some fresh vegetables. I have an apple so I'm going to cut in in half. Then I will cut one halves into four more pieces, those pieces will be our bait. I'm going to eat the other half for desert tonight."

"Okay well I need to get moving. I don't need to get lost in the woods," Eddie said. 

"I'm not worried about you Eddie. You have all that electronic shit to guide you back to your car," Miles suggested.

"You have me concerned about the moonshiners though," Eddie suggested.

"If you run up on any of them, they are going to be on our turf so stand your ground. They will just move along I'm sure.

Miles went to bed shortly after Eddie left. Even though it didn't sound like it, the digging was hard work. Miles was exhausted even though he didn't 'let on' to Eddie. Miles would definitely love to have a bobcat to do the digging. But it was not economically feasible. He did bring in a thirty gallon plastic drum to hold water. His plan was to carry it to the creek after he set his rabbit traps. He could easily handle it empty, but when it was filled he would be pretty much unable to move it. In order to do that he would leave it on the sled then use he tow motor to assist him in dragging it up hill.

To further ease his burden he had a small fountain pump he could drop in the creek and pump water up to the large tank. It wasn't much of a pump, but it ran on two rechargeable D cell batteries. The water would have to be boiled before it was drinkable, but it was good enough to use as it was to wash dishes or clean gold mats. Carrying water up the hill to his cabin was a dangerous and exhausting job. Well it would have been without the tow motor assist.

He got his gold cleaning area set up in the cabin. He struggled with the thirty gallon tank and decided that it would be the last time he moved it.

During his preparations for the expedition he had purchased half dozen plastic five gallon buckets. He knew that he could use them to wash the gold and then recapture the water to use again. That cut down on the amount of water he had to carry up from the creek.

The solar battery charger worked pretty well. It was able to keep the spare tow motor batter, and the pump batteries charged. 

The shelf he had built on the wall was a gold processing area by day, and his bed at night. The foam pad fit it pretty well, and it was strong enough to support him.

The schedule he fell into was to chop dead wood for a couple of hours in the morning. Check his rabbit traps then go mining until the light failed. He would then go carry the three or four sluice mats back to the cabin in a five gallon bucket to finish the cleanup. 

Miles hoped he could mine the rapids and a few feet below them before the site had to be abandoned. He hoped that the site would prove profitable, If it held up at the same rate he was finding gold that first week, it would in deed be profitable.

"Everything was moving along pretty well at the end of his second week. Miles had a real pharmacy pill bottle with about an inch of gold n it. His guess was half an ounce of gold worth about five hundred dollars. Since he didn't weight it he wasn't at all sure.

He had added a couple of rabbits to his weekly rations. The easiest thing to do was clean them thoroughly, then put them on a lone piece of wire then into the stove to roast until the were almost burned. The meat lacked any fat but it was a really nice change from processed food.

Miles and Eddie used the miners hanging ten as an outhouse and storage area. Mile had built a frame with the traditional hold in the top. Inside the frame there was a five gallon bucket. When it was full, they simply carried it back to the road and buried the waste far away from the drainage area. After that the very smelly bucket was place back in the tent and the frame lowered over it. It was cold enough in the tent so that the smell didn't get unbearable. It most likely would be if they were still using it in the summer.

Miles mined half of the month of October, all of November and some of December, before he decided to take a break. He continued to mine even on those days when Eddie took off to visit his family. Miles enjoyed those times the most.

There was just enough solitude to suit him. Miles had never been a picky eater or a slave to the clock. He found the only two times in the mountains were day break and sunset, everything else was irrelevant. Near the end of December Miles was ready to leave the cabin for a couple of weeks R&R. He spent his last two days emptying the supplies and securing everything inside the shack. 

It took him almost a full day to do that, which put him home almost at midnight. He had stopped along the way to give Louise a heads up, so that she would call the cops on him, or worse shoot him as he opened the door. 

According to her voice mail she wasn't home but would return the call. Since Miles had used Eddie's cell phone he just left the message, "I'm on my way home, leave a light in the window."

Miles had been mining for two months almost exactly. He had almost two inches of gold in the pill bottle. His guess was there might be a thousand dollars, but he had no real idea.

When Miles arrived home the house was empty. He hadn't been there in two months so he had no idea what the huge stack of mail on the office desk in the former living room was all about.. 

He put on the coffee and then waded into the mail. Since he had been out of touch Miles didn't have any idea whether Louise was with her family for an extended period of time or if she was having a night out. Since it was only midnight he decided to let it go for a while. Miles set a deadline in his mind. It she wasn't home by lunch the next day he would call the cops. If he hadn't made a plan, he would never had been able to sleep.

"Miles was more interested in a warm soft bed than a mystery at that moment. He did make sure nothing had been disturbed in Louise's room before he gave up for the evening.

He slept through the night, since he was exhausted. Not from hard work but simply from being awake way past his bedtime.

When he awoke at 8am, Louise was in bed across the hall. She had a slightly chubby leg sticking out of the covers. It was supposed to be a drawback to the lousy heating system. In order to get heat into the bedroom, one had to leave the door wide open.

What really surprised Miles was that she had managed to slip in unnoticed. He supposed it was a combination of the pickup sitting in the drive was a tip off and his own deep sleep that allowed her to slip in unnoticed.

Either way he was glad she was safe without warning he turned to see Jerri in her panties and one of his tee shirts. 

"Well this is awkward," she said. 

"Yeah," he said then continued on to the bathroom. While he showered he wandered what other changes life had in store for him.

If it weren't for Jerri he might have gone back to bed. Because of Louise and Jerri's obvious relationship, Miles decided they needed a little time and space to decide what to do. With that in mind he want back to his bedroom and finished dressing. He immediately left the house for the closest diner.

He didn't realize how much he missed biscuits for breakfast. He also didn't realize how much he missed eggs. Oatmeal with peanut butter, and powdered milk had become his less then enjoyable breakfast. When faced with the choice of all the goodies, Miles went for all the goodies. Eggs with bacon and sausage, homemade biscuits with toast and jelly. He even ordered the melon bowl. He couldn't finish the ten dollar diner breakfast but he did manage to have some of everything.

"Well that was good," Miles informed the waitress.

"I am glad you approve," she said. "I wasn't sure you liked it you left about half of everything."

"Too long in the woods," Miles explained.

When he returned to the house, Louise was out of bed and sitting in the kitchen. Jerri was no where to be seen.

"Where is your friend?" Miles asked.

"She went back to the motel. She wanted to stay but I thought you might flip a brick, so I wanted to explain first," Louise said.

"That's an excellent idea," Miles suggested. "Do you love her or is this a fling?" Miles asked.

"It's a bit of both I suspect," Louise said.

"Sweetie that was an either or question," Miles said.

"Then it's an infatuation," Louise said. 

"You were always good with words, and keeping things vague." Even as he said it Miles recognized the words as lyrics of a song from long ago. Probably before Louise was born. "Do your parents know?"

"No, and I expect you to respect my privacy," she demanded.

"Of course, but if you are going to take her home for Christmas, you had better plan on telling them something," Miles said. He wasn't sure what he felt about her new friend, so he had no idea how his 'stick up the ass' brother would feel. 

"Are you taking Jerri home for Christmas?" Miles asked.

"Uncle Miles this isn't the kind of thing you break to your family at Christmas. It may play itself out before anyone needs to know," Louise admitted.

"It's good that you recognize it for what it is. So has Ada left town yet," Miles asked.

"No but he asks me if I have heard from you every time I see her," Louise said with a smile.

"Most likely she wants to be sure I'm off working," Miles said.

"I don't think so. I'm pretty sure she wants your ass, but in a good way," Louise said.

"Honey screwing that woman is only a little less dangerous than living in Gaza city," Miles said.



Gold Digger (Color of Gold)



"Uncle Miles," the twenty-five year old young woman in the lab coat said.

"Hey Louie, Beware of fat men bearing gifts." he added. He had intentionally used the masculine version of her name.

"Granny's donuts, my god you are amazing. You do know my name is Louise," the young woman chastised him while biting into a strawberry jam filled donut.

"I know my kid brother wanted a boy and tried everything he knew to make you into a tomboy." Miles replied.

"Well that explains why I became a nerd instead of a princess," she said hugging him. "So do you have them?" she asked.

"How could I come home without them," Miles said. He handed her a plastic grocery bad with twenty two long pill bottles filled with dirt and a pocket notebook. It was an old school pen and paper type notebook not a digital notebook.

"I will get onto this right away and let you know what I find," she said.

"Fair enough, what do you want for dinner," he asked.

"Why? You have no idea how to operate a stove," Louise said with a laugh.

"No Louie, but I do know how to operate a phone. I'm going to bring dinner to you," Miles said. 

"Pizza, with hamburger and onions," she said. "Don't order till I get there. I will be working a little late on these samples."

"The hell you say," he said with a smile. "I'm going now, but I will get two so you have at least a slice left.?

After Miles complained about having nothing to do in his retirement, his niece Louise came up with the idea for them to prospect. She didn't want to get rich either, but she sure wouldn't mind making a few extra bucks, she had said. 

For Miles it gave him the excuse to take his Honda scooter and sidecar on the road. Which was why he had just come back from his first three weeks in the mountains. He spent the time checking out ten spots on each of three different streams.

Louise was a geology graduate student at the local branch of the state university. So she analyzed the samples from his micro core samples. The core samples came from a shallow spot in the creek. With a five pound hammer he drove a two foot pipe as deep as it would go into the creek bed. When he pulled the pipe from the creek bed, the pushed a wooden plunger into the pipe making a perfect one inch diameter core sample. He labeled the long pill bottles with the GPS coordinates. It had taken him three weeks to get the thirty site samples.

Miles also shared his small house with Louise. He planned to continue sharing for the duration of her school at least. In exchange for the free rent, she did the lab work. She also had a 49% stake in the company. Fifty one percent of nothing was still nothing, he told himself with a laugh. She also kept the house in some sort of order.

On his way home he stopped for two medium pizzas with hamburger and onions. They fit quite easily into the sidecar. From the pizza joint, he drove straight home. He parked his scooter in the half of the garage dedicated to it. His truck was parked behind the house. It really hadn't been used much since the mechanic got the motor rebuilt on his Honda scooter. The second parking space inside the garage, which was almost as big as the house, was dedicated to Louise's car.

The place Miles purchased after the divorce was much smaller than the place where he and Barbara had lived for over twenty five years. Since it was two bedrooms there was just enough room for his niece Louise. There was only one room in the house that she was forbidden to enter. It was the room where he slept. The same was true for the room where she slept, he never entered it. She and her secrets from safe from his urge to snoop.

Louise came home about 10pm to find her uncle doing research on the Geological survey map site. She knew his research was useless, but she said nothing. Her research gave up the clues to make the project even possible. Their premise was based on her science and his investigative work.

Sure Uncle Miles could research and even do test holes all over the mountains, but her scientific approach was the only one that would prove of any value in the end.

"So tell me where you went," Louie demanded.

"Eat your pizza while I explain it to you. First of all I found the creek you researched. I began at the state highway 210. It is a small wooden bridge that might not be there in another year. It really needs repair. 

I took samples there while I camped in a primitive state run park. I walked up the creek about ten miles and took samples every time the creek got wide and shallow. Then I moved camp to a spot of land where the creek ran through a small community. I started there and ran five miles north and five mile south of town. I scouted the creek all the way up that mountain for three more days. Each night I moved camp further up the creek. I got all the way to the top of the on the forth day.

Then I went up a creek that a park ranger suggested. He had no idea what I was really doing. He just thought that I was panning for gold. I took a smaller number of sample from that creek. I expect the samples came from a twenty five mile stretch of the creek.

Then I did the same thing with an unnamed creek off the old black river basin. I ran it almost forty mile by moving from road crossing to road crossing," Miles explained. 

"Well tomorrow I will begin mapping the three creeks. It will take me about a week but when I am finished I should have a pretty good idea where to send you next," she suggested.

"You sure have your mother's way of talking. Everything you say comes out as the plantation owner talking to her foreman. I should call you Miss Scarlet," Miles said.

"Well one thing for sure, you are not a lazy foreman. I couldn't ask for a better partner," she said. "And you have good taste in Pizza."

"Yes I do," Miles agreed.

During the week while she made her maps and threw the chicken bones to determine his next exploration spot, Mile worked on his scooter. He touched up the black stealth paint, and checked over all the belts and hoses.

Even though everything was new, It wasn't immune to breakage over the rough roads of the smokey mountains.

Miles was getting bored after three days. He needed something to fritter away his time. Louise recognize the restless feet syndrome almost before he did. It is what led her to devise the plan in the first place.

Her answer to his restlessness was Ada Fine... Professor Ada Fine to be exact. The professor was a widow a little older than Miles. She of course didn't ask her age, but the indications were all there. Louise decided that Ada would do nicely for her uncle. Louise had decided, so all that remained was to engineer a meeting. 

Louise didn't have the same type relationship with Ada Fine she had with her science department professors. Since that was the case she expected it to prove more difficult. Every minute that she wasn't analyzing the samples, she spent trying to think of a way for them to meet.

"Uncle Miles, I have a plan," she said.

"Not another one?" he asked.

"Of course," she said. "You are convinced that we should concentrate on the creeks with a record of producing gold. Even though I think it is a waste of time, we should at least take a scientific approach to your obsession. We should research the historical references," she demanded.

"Oh, how would that work. You want me to sit behind a computer all day?" Miles asked.

"Of course not, there is a history professor at the university. I have been told that she loves pure research. Let's include her into the project. A third of a find is better than half of nothing. If you are right that is," Louise said.

"Sure why not, you are more the academic type, so you recruit her," Miles said.

"So you are good with her getting 30% of the profits that are derived from her site selections?" Louise asked.

"As you pointed out 40% of something is better than 100% of nothing. I think her input will be very valuable. If she is willing to work for Pizza. Hire her," Miles replied.

Louise met with Ada the very next day. She explained that Ada's role would be the historic research of the streams of the state. Then her Uncle Miles would do the field work of collecting samples. If the samples looked worthwhile, she would map the stream for the best geological place for a more detailed evaluation.

"We are in this for the long haul," Louise explained.

"Give me as much input as you have on the project and I'm in," Ada said without hesitation. "I have an idea to finance the operation as well. It may not work out, but it is a possibility."

"Did I mention my uncle is an ex cop?" Louise asked.

"It's legal, but it will require he talk to some people. That is assuming I can set it up a meeting. Let me try before you ask him," Ada suggested. "Actually I should meet him first."

Louise was amazed how simple it had been to arrange for Ada to meet her uncle. She suggested lunch. She was surprised when Ada agreed without question. The date was set contingent upon Ada making contacts with her revenue generating source.

Miles was feeling cramped living inside. He just wanted to go back on he road. The scooter was ready, and his ten year old truck had been serviced and it was deemed as good as it would get, by his mechanic.

If the Samples proved to be of any use, he would be using the truck to transport his small amount of tools to the most likely job site. If the samples were a bust, then it would be back to the woods for more creek walking. Either way he was ready to get on to it.

Instead he showered then dressed in jeans and a short sleeve sweat shirt for his meeting with Ada and Louise. The three of them had planned on a Sunday brunch at the International House of Pancakes in the larger town a few miles from his place.

Inside the plastic restaurant, he met Ada and Louise, "Hello there Louise, this must by your professor friend." Miles said.

"Yes, I'm Ada Fine," she said.

"Nice to meet you Ada Fine," Miles said. Miles seated himself at the small table better suited for two people rather than the four which the number of chairs tended to dictate. "So, has Louise explained the concept of our project." Miles asked.

"Yes she has and I think the idea sounds very interesting," Ada said.

"Did she also explain that no one gets paid unless or until the company is profitable?" Miles asked.

"She said I would have a 30% stake in anything I brought to the table," Ada suggested. 

"That is correct," Miles said.

"That won't do," she said.

"I'm sorry, did Louise not make the terms clear?" Miles asked.

"Yes, but I'm here to negotiate," Ada said.

"Well let's order before we have our first negotiations. I always negotiate better on a full stomach," Louise suggested.

"Well I suppose I get to pay the breakfast tab," Miles said. "Or is that part of the negotiations?"

"No it is not, I expected to be wined and dined before we entered into any agreement," Ada informed them with a smile.

A few minute later over his French Toast, Miles suggested, "So what exactly do you have in mind."

"I want to be a full partner in everything the company does. I also want a full vote in any decisions the company makes," Ada explained.

"Well that actually doesn't sound too bad, if you are also willing to pay your fair share of the expenses." Miles agreed. Miles knew that there weren't any real expenses at that moment, but he hoped it would give her pause for a reality check.

"Not at all, as a matter of fact, I think I have a plan for that. If it works out it will also build some working capitol toward the future expenses," Ada suggested.

"Oh what might that be," Miles asked. He also looked at Louise suspiciously. She shrugged her shoulders. She either didn't know or didn't want to commit to Ada's plan.

"If I listen and decide I'm not interested in your revenue plan, what happens to the rest of your involvement?" Miles asked.

"Then we take a vote if it goes your way, we continue on without the plan," she suggested.

"Then explain your grand plan," Miles demanded. He was surprised how quiet Louise was during the exchange."

"Have either of you heard of QE2TV?" she asked.

"Afraid not, but I don't watch much TV. Well I do but nothing on commercial TV, so I have no idea what QE2TV might be, even if I was a faithful watcher I might not know. So what is it," Miles finally asked.

"It's a producer of Docudramas. They do a lot of history and some adventure docudramas," Ada explained.

"Like?" Miles asked.

"Well did you watch the series call, 'Mining The Gold Towns'?" she asked.

"Actually I did," Miles said. Louise just shook her head.

"Well they made that and a lot more. After they make them they try to market them to the smaller TV outlets. The producers are always looking for new shows since the ones they make are good for only one or two seasons. I think they would give us an interview. If it works out we would at least have a second temporary revenue stream. One more likely to produce a steady income," Ada informed Miles and Louise.

"So we have to perform on camera. I'm not sure I'm up for that," Louise said.

"Me neither, I go into the field to get away from people," Miles said.

"Just meet them and then decide. If I can get a meeting with them at all," Ada said. "Either way I will start my research on streams which have produced gold previously. I'm sure some of them have dried up by now, but that doesn't mean they aren't viable for our needs." she said. 

It was obvious to Miles, that she had given some serious thought to the project. "We are going to need a place to hold team meetings," Miles suggested.

"We never use your living room as a living room, so let's convert it to a meeting room," Louise suggested.

"That's easy for you to say Louis," Miles said using the masculine form of her name.

"What you like the idea of sitting on a day bed looking at the empty walls?" she asked.

"I like knowing I can, if I want to," Miles informed her. "Or have a place to entertain."

"Get over it. It's either that or pay a thousand dollars for an office to sit empty 90% of the time," Ada said. Miles didn't like her cavalier approach to his property.

"Well one thing at a time. We can meet there for now, but I reserve the right to throw you all out," Miles informed them both.

"You can't throw me out, I live there," Louise said. She saw the look Ada gave her, so she went on to explain' Miles is my dad's older brother. I am living with him to cut down on my expenses, so that I can attend graduate school. That is our only relationship."

"So do I send QE2TV an outline of our project?" Ada asked.

"Why not," Louise said. Miles just nodded his agreement.

"Good then we need to meet at Miles's house and lay out the office plan. We will need to decide what if any furniture we want in the office," Ada said. 

"You are certainly the little organizer. So are we going to need a time clock?" Miles asked.

"I have a feeling that nothing is going to get done, if I don't get you organized. You are working on retirement time and Louise is working on academia time." Ada said.

"And what time are you working on," Miles asked.

I am working on researcher time. We have a lot of information to review and a short time to do it." Ada said.

"Why a short time?" Louise asked. 

"Winter is coming," Miles said. "Right boss?"

"Exactly," she replied.

"Finish your analysis of the samples. Then we can decide where we go from there," Ada suggested.

"So let me know when you want to look the place over," Miles said to Ada.

"Now would be good," Ada said.

"Okay, you can follow us to the house." Miles said.



Gold Digger (flash)



The Gold Digger (Flash)

The older woman looked up and saw the man in dirty jeans and a chopped down sweatshirt enter the diner.  Her diner had once been filled with people.  That was before her time unfortunately.  She had never seen it full.  She had only been told about it.  Those days were before traffic was rerouted over the mile high bridge.  The bridge wasn't really a mile high, it only seemed that way.  It ran two miles long and carried the through traffic that once traveled on the two lane road in front of the diner.

“You got any real coffee,” the dirty middle-aged man asked.

“Sure, what kind of diner would it be without coffee?” she asked.

“The kind that serves that shit they call coffee, but tastes like candy.” he replied.

“My coffee might not taste the best, but it will wake you up. I promise,” the old lady said.

“I'm looking for a place to camp.” the man stated when she returned with the coffee.

She knew that the rough looking man's statement was really a question.  “You might try the Convenience store about a mile out of town.  They let people set up a camper there for five dollars a day,” the older woman said.  

After he was gone she thought about him.  She wondered if he was going to be trouble.  He didn't quite look like the crazy vets, who came around now and then, but then again he did a little.  

He was tall and not quite thin, so she assumed he hadn't been on the road long.  Nothing like life on the road to skinny down a man or woman. She knew from her early life experiences.

Miles walked to the black primer colored Honda Helix with a sidecar parked just out of sight of the door.  He had painted it with a half dozen cans of black double primer Rustoleum paint.  

His friends had laughed at him for buying the one of a kind pink Honda with the sidecar.  The Honda was a basket case before he lovingly restored it.  It was his 'after the divorce' project', he told himself.

For two years he ordered new parts on line for the scooter and replaced the old ones.  He documented his adventure with his cop out scooter on line.  His cop out scooter had been his retirement plan.

He also documented his trials and tribulations in an Internet blog called, believe it or not, 'Cop Out Scooter'.

He had about a thousand readers weekly.  Since he had neither the tools nor the expertise to totally rebuild the motor, he found a lawnmower mechanic to give it a shot.  For two months the motor sat on the mechanic’s work bench.

Miles had manage to remove the motor from the bike.  Even that stretched his knowledge.  He had definitely hit the wall, as far as his skill set was concerned.  Oh yeah, His real skill lay in finding and ordering the parts needed for the real mechanic.

Every few days Miles went by to deliver a part, or just to look at the motor and maybe have the mechanic explain how something worked.

It had been an expensive build, but Miles had expected that.  His main concern was reliability.  He felt like he had it ready by the time summer came.  He spent all of May riding it around town, when he wasn't working to pay for his latest parts order.  Then toward the end of the month he began converting the sidecar to a trailer.  He removed the seat and had the top of the side care removed and then a new top fitted.  The new top completely covered the sidecar making it a great little trailer.

Miles pulled into the convenience store where he found a middle eastern man behind the counter.  

“Lady at the dinner said you had a place I could pitch a tent,” Miles suggested.

“Five dollar a night, there is a bathroom but no shower, or electricity.” the dark man informed him.

“So I get a place to crap for my five bucks?” Miles asked.

“I do not understand,” the man said.

“Neither do I,” Miles said. “I think I'll pass on the space with nothing.  Thanks just the same.”

Miles checked Google from his Android smart phone.  He found a state park twenty miles further away from his destination.  It was a little farther, but the charge for the primitive spaces was only two bucks a night.  Miles wondered if his decision had been purely economics, or maybe it had been racially motivated.  Either way the decision was made.

The state run campground offered primitive sites each site was equipped with two porta-potties and an outdoor wash station, otherwise it was primitive as hell.  There was a road in and that was it.

Since he had practiced for weeks, Miles was able to pitch his tent in about fifteen minutes.  It was a nylon tarp like think with a loop very securely attached at the dead center point.  The trick was to find something from which to hang it.   Then it was necessary stake it down.  It was very much a summer teepee type tent.

With the tent hung from the low branch of a pine tree, Miles set his mind to a fire and coffee.  The sites did have a metal grill, which could be used as a fire pit.  Without doubt people used them to burn charcoal for the special outdoor experience.  Miles went hiking through the woods around his camp space.  He collected dead wood as he moved about.  Then he broke it up before placing it into his gunny sack.  When he had the sack full, he returned to build a small fire.  To start it he used a flint and his camp knife.  They created the spark used to set fire to the paper napkin from the diner where he had his coffee.

He opted for a can of Spaghettios and coffee for dinner.  It was neither tasty nor nutritious however it was life sustaining.  After dinner Miles sat outside his tent listening to the sounds of the night.

“Howdy friend,” the man who was about his own fifty five years said.  “My name is Bill and this is my wife Laura.”

“Hello my name is Miles,” he said.

“So Miles what brings you here?” Bill asked.

“Just taking a road trip, how about you?” Miles asked.

“We are on our way to my son's wedding,” Bill said.

“Excuse me for saying, but your wife doesn't look old enough to have a kid getting married.” Miles said.  

“She ain't, she is my second wife my first one died last year,” Bill informed him.

“Really? I'm sorry for your loss,” Miles said.

“Thanks, what you reckon that bike of yours is worth?” he asked Miles.

Miles was thankful that he kept the .38 pistol between his ass and the tree which he leaned against.  He had the distinct feeling that Bill was about to make a move against him.   “You know I don't rightly know.  Probably something around three grand.”  

“Well me and Laura will just have to take that bike,” Bill said.

“Those are pretty big words coming from such a small man,” Miles said wrapping his left hand around the butt of his pistol.

“Well I got this as well,” Bill said putting his hand inside his jacket.  

Bill was actually shocked when Miles said, “Stop right there or I'm going to kill your ass.”  Bill saw Miles's pistol, while the ugly automatic was only have way out of his pants.  “Drop it to the ground carefully.”

Miles tied the two of them to a tree with a couple of big zip ties.  Then he called the local police.  The park rangers came along with the cops.  Seems good ole Bill was wanted in connection with his wife's death.  The young woman was trying to convince the cops that Bill had kidnapped her.  Miles decided that he just didn't give a fuck.

“So what you doing in the middle of nowhere,” the local Sheriff asked when he came back later in the day.

“I'm going to prospect up in these mountains,” Miles said.

“Well ain't nothing left up there but I know a place they say had gold once,” The Sheriff said.



Gold Digger (the actor)



Miles spent a week working on his equipment. He did it Just in case there was something worthwhile in the samples. 

During that week the women were busy doing their scientific things. Louise had the map complete, but she was very secretive about her findings. Miles wasn't quite sure why, but he respected her decision.

Ada had her nose buried up the ass of a computer, or so he was told by Louise, who was his only contact with her. Miles had no interest in or need to contact her. Since he considered her an interloper, Miles felt that she was and would always be a passenger on the gold train.

All the mystery was explained when Ada called him. "Miles can you make time for a breakfast meeting tomorrow."

"Sure, are you and Louise going to finally tell me what the hell is going on?" he asked.

"Yes you will know everything after breakfast. I think we should return to the pancake house where we first me," she suggested.

"Damn you are sentimental," Miles suggested.

"Sure, but that's not why I'm suggesting it. Not everyone likes the greasy food to which you seem to be addicted," Ada said.

"How would you know that?" he asked.

"Louise and I talk," she suggested.

"Oh no, do you also know about the Nazi uniform she wearings on Friday nights," Miles asked with a laugh in his voice.

"No, but I do know about the pony," Ada said laughing.

"I was never convicted of that," he openly laughed at that image. "So are we meeting some one from the QE2 outfit?" 

"Excellent guess," Ada said.

"So have they bought into your grand plan?" he asked.

"Not yet they have read the synopsis I submitted. Now they want to meet their potential stars," Ada said.

"You are worried about me, how sweet," Miles said.

"Yes I am worried about you, not for you. You don't really care about the QE2TV production. You are going along just on the chance that Louise might make a few dollars at it. Also of course, so that you can keep doing what you want," she said.

"Okay what time?" miles asked.

"9am," she said. "Since it won't do any good, I'm not going to tell you how to dress."

"Not a bit," he agreed. "But I will wear the clean bib overalls."

Miles knew that Ada and Louise would be all nervous about their presentations, while he had nothing to lose. He planned to dig on the scale he could afford with or without QE2TV.

"Well I see someone is an early riser when it is important," Miles said the next morning as he came from his room and stood behind Louise. Both of them were in their underwear. Seeing even a glimpse of her twenty five year old body was more than enough payment for his allowing her to live in his house and eat his food.

He was just muddled minded enough so that he might have touched her, if he gave into his baser nature. He fought it only because she was family.

"Well I have to pee badly. Could you step out?" he demanded.

"Uncle Miles, I'm twenty five years old. I have seen a penis before," she replied.

"But you haven't seen mine," he suggested. He waited till she left then closed the door and urinated. Just too get even with her, he took a quick shower then exited the bathroom wrapped in only a towel. 

The two of them left a half hour later. Louise in her back sweater and white slacks. The outfit showed a little more cleavage than her dad would have liked, but Miles didn't mind. Miles wore a pair of clean and unstained work pants. He also wore a faded blue work shirt.

Louise drove her small Ford, which looked to Miles like a Fiat. He rode his Honda classic motor scooter with the sidecar. When he entered the restaurant there were four of them at the large round table.

None of them stood to greet him of which he approve. Ada spoke as if she was the leader of the expedition," Roger, Silvia, this is Miles. Miles had the idea Louise and I just expanded it. Not the idea for the show, but for the project. I'm afraid he isn't going to be too enthusiastic about being on TV."

"Ada, I can speak for myself," Miles said as he shook hands with the two of them.

"It certainly is an honor to meet you Mr Adair." Roger said.

"Thanks, but I'm just an ordinary old man. Silvia it's nice to meet an attractive young woman to whom I'm not related or doing business with." He added the later to explain why there was nothing between himself and Ada Fine.

"What do you recommend for breakfast?" Silvia asked.

"Since it is a pancake house, I would go with the eggs and bacon," Miles said with the sarcasm dripping. Louise kicked him under the table. "Actually they have the standard menu of all these plastic and chrome places," He added.

"Everything is pretty good," Ada said. She was obviously trying to break her perceived tension.

"I'm going to go with Miles' suggestion," Silvia said to the waitress when she ordered the special. Roger had the French Toast which labeled him a wimp in Miles' mind. Louise and Ada ordered variations of the special. 

"I think I'll have a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich on one of those kaiser rolls," Miles insisted. 

"Gee, you should have told me that sounds great," Silvia said. She was obviously trying to win Miles over. The two women looked at each other as if to say, I knew it.

"So tell me how you see the show Miles?" Roger asked.

"To be honest I have watched a few Episode of those Alaskan truckers shows as well as the survival shows. The things I find most irritating is the way they jump from one character to another. The shows are also pretty one dimensional. I would think they would be better, if they went more into the personal lives of the girls. You could weave that through their work on the project. You know like why weren't you on time for the meeting Louise? Then have her explain just to make her human, not just a woman with a good idea."

"What do you see yourself doing?" Silvia asked.

"Most likely just doing what I do, but you know there is the chance to do something even there. If I'm going to be mining twenty miles from the nearest store, cover the people who come into contact with me," Miles said. "I'm not a survivalist, but I am a man trying to survive as easily as possible."

"How about Silvia and I meet to discuss this for a couple minutes then meet you are your office to give you our decision?" Roger proposed.

"That's fine with me. I'm sure Ada would be glad to give you a lift to the office," Louise said that after looking to her uncle for a sign of his approval. She accepted his nod as a positive sign.

"By the way I love that scooter. It will video beautifully," Roger said standing in the parking lot. 

"Well that wasn't what I had in mind, but I like it pretty well myself. It also gets a lot of attention, when I drive it down the road," Miles admitted.

Miles rode off on his scooter while the others watched. He enjoyed the ride and even the evil looks Ada and Louise gave him as the two producers seemed to be more interested in him than they were in either of them. He had found that amusing.

Miles changed his clothes when he arrived back at his house. He was busy working on the frame of a larger more sturdy Miners cabin. He knew that should he find a semi permanent site to dig during the winter, with the larger stronger cabin, he would be able to have a bed and stove which would change the game considerably. First however he had to find out about the sites where he had worked during his road trip. The women were still not sharing their research with him.

It was mid afternoon when Louise and Ada arrived at the house. Ada had the Bobsy twins in tow. "I can offer you guys some Ice tea flavored chemicals to drink, if you would like?" Miles suggested.

There was a resounding, no thanks, from the group. "So let me begin," Roger said. "We would like to send a camera crew down to shoot the pilot. After we show it around, we might be able to offer you a one season contact. Of course with an option to renew for additional seasons."

The girls where excited. "Before I jump on board the train, how about telling me where we are going. I doubt that you are going to do this without a plan so explain it to me please," Miles said.

"We are going to send a couple of camera people, one to go with you and one to cover the girls. They will shoot twice as much film as we need, so we can edit it down for a one hour show. It shouldn't take more than three full days, certainly no more than a week," Silvia finished explaining.

"I thought so." Miles said. "The problem is technically speaking, we don't have permission to do this shit. So your crew has to be able to pack their tools in with them and carry them up and down the streams."

"The camera man is in good shape and he has the most light weight equipment made. He can handle that no problem. He can also help you, since you won't be worried about being helpless, if you have an accident." Roger suggested.

"What if the cameraman breaks his leg?" Miles replied. 

"If the bone is sticking out we expect you to help, otherwise he can manage," Silvia suggested.

"That is just fucking cold," Miles said, "but I like your style."

"What is our pay for making the pilot," Ada asked.

"Well you aren't a proven commodity, so it won't be a lot," Silvia said. 

"We were thinking a $1,000.00," Roger said.

"I do hope that is each, because three days in the woods is a lot of time for a thousand bucks," Miles said. "If you can't afford three thousand dollars, you must not have much faith in the project. If that is the case my vote is no thanks," Miles said.

"Okay, but if it is any good, we will renegotiate," Silvia said.

"You bet you beautiful ass we will," Miles said. "So how about you ladies, are you in?"

Both of the women agreed. Miles thought it was probably the biggest mistake he had ever made. But he was sure there were bigger ones coming.

When the producers left Louise and Ada discussed their research. Ada stated, "Those historical finds were mostly in settlement along the coast or in the Piedmont plateau regions of the state. The streams where they found gold originated in the mountains of course. 

Ada traced the Piedmont finds to the most likely creeks in which they traveled down the mountain. In doing so she found that one of the creeks was one which you scouted on your last exploration. So we got a huge head start because of the samples you brought back.

She checked those samples and found that one of them was filled with a high concentration of granite gravel. It also had a high concentration of quartz. Both are precursors associated with free gold. We think it would be worth a return to the area to search it again. To process the gravel on site. In other words we think it might be profitable to mine the creek bed."

"So give me the coordinates, and I'll pull up the pictures of it," Louise gave them to her Uncle Miles. He found the images associated with that sample site. It was a shallow and fast running stream. I sort of remember this site. The closest of the other test sites was upstream a few miles. I had to hike into both sites. How about we give it a week after I finish with the TV people. If I do any good we can make plans to explore around the creek. 

Miles hurried back to work on the prefab cabin. He planned to work on it while he waited for the production crew to arrive. He was prefabricating the bones of the cabin with just enough heft to hold a reinforced plastic tarp nice and rigid. The particular design allowed a less than twenty dollar tarp to be trashed before packing out the prefab walls. The idea was to be able to drag the whole thing through the woods tied to a plastic land sled. Those sleds had been used by everyone from American Indians to miners fighting their way through the rocky mountains. Okay, they didn't have plastic ones, but they were sleds none the less.

Miles tried it all and found it worked, but it required at least six trips from the truck to the cabin site. That should get all the parts and tools necessary to build a cabin on the site. With that in mind, the hanging prospectors tent look better all the time. Still if he set up somewhere the tarp cabin would be a welcome change from the cold damp prospector's tent. It would allow a stove if nothing else. That stove would be a major improvement.

The Sunday after their meeting with Roger and Silvia, Miles got a call. "Miles Adair," he said into the phone.

"Mr Adair this is Eddie Sower, I'm the cameraman assigned to you," The voice without a face said.

"Good, I have been waiting for your call. So do you know what the producers want?" Miles asked.

"They want us to retrace your steps from the first expedition and demonstrate the techniques you used to test for gold." Eddie suggested.

"Fair enough, then be ready to move at 6AM. Bring enough gear for three days at least," Miles said.

"I worked on the explorer series, I got a pretty good idea what I need," he said.

"Well don't worry you want need too much equipment. We are going to be on the move most of the time, but it will mostly be driving from site to site. Then it will be hike in a few miles, take a couple of hours to collect the samples, then move on. I don't know if they warned you, but we don't exactly have permission to do these tests, so try to stay calm if we get stopped. You can follow me up or you can just meet me at the first site. I'm going on a pretty slow motor scooter." 

Louise had figured the GPS coordinates for the diner under the bridge. Miles gave them to Eddie, so they could meet there at noon the next day. Miles gave himself plenty of time to make it there on the scooter. He set the time for noon so they could get one last meal in before heading into the woods.

After a bowl of cereal and a cup of day old coffee Miles left his small house. The sun had barely risen on that Monday morning, when he rolled his stealth black Honda scooter out of the garage.

Stored away in the sidecar was the cellphone from QE2. It had arrived by UPS. He didn't own one of the idiot makers, and never would. He had agreed to carry it should the camera man get into trouble in the woods. Since QE2 had been in the unreality business a while, they knew not only the value of a cell phone, but also the value of a second charged battery. The second battery came complete with a solar charger. It was to be set up back at the campsite. He knew that no matter how he cursed it, the cellphone was a new reality in the woods for him.

He arrived at the diner just a few minutes after noon. He could have made it on time, but he stopped to put gas in the scooter. It took only ten minutes to make it from the super duper highway, to the Dinner.

Like all good long distance scooter riders, Miles carried spare gas. In his case it was in a metal water bottle stashed in his side car. He poured the liter of gasoline into the tank then added a bit of new gas to top off the tank. Then he refilled the container and put it away before leaving for the restaurant.

"So you are Eddie," he asked of the young man with the very lightweight video camera sitting in front of him.

"What gave me away," Eddie asked.

"It was the hair cut. You look so California." Miles said.

"Actually it is New York. California has all the scripted dramas and New your has all the docudrama producers. The facilities aren't really important any more. I can shoot and edit the files from a laptop in a motel room. Anywhere there is an electrical outlet. I carry a pack filled with extra charged batteries. I know that you are going to be day tripping, so it will be easier to use the charging station in the SUV, than to fool with the solar chargers."

"You know what, I'm glad you know your shit, but I really don't care how it works. I hope you didn't wait for me to order," Miles said changing the subject.

"Hell no, I have learned over my two years with QE2 that I need to eat whenever I am in an area with food. You guys are not going to wait for me. You take our money, but you hate the camera. At least for a while. It you make it for a second season, you learn to play to the camera for some reason."

"I just ask you, if You had eaten, I didn't ask for your opinion of me or guys like me. I can tell this is going to be a long day," Miles said shaking his head.

"Only if you make it one," Eddie said. "I won't talk shit too you, if you don't talk shit to me. I will only ask you the questions necessary, to elicit the responses necessary for the show.

"Good," Miles said. He then went to the counter to order a burger to go. It took only ten minutes to be on the road again.

The trip to the old bridge, where he had taken his first samples, was a short ride then a long hike into the bush. He chained the scooter to a tree, then engaged his secret kill switch. Yes he also took the ignition keys with him.

"Why did you go to all that trouble," Eddie asked. 

Miles realized that it was going to be an even longer day than he expected. "When it's twenty miles to the nearest phone and your food and clean water supply is on the scooter, you tend to want it to stay where you leave it. I know a pair of bolt cutters will get rid of the chain, and a simple rewire will bypass the switch, but unless the thief plans to push it twenty miles, he had better have a pickup truck and some help loading it.

So a thief had to have a set of bolt cutters in his long bed pickup truck. He would also need to know something about the wiring of a Honda motor scooter. Baring that, it's going to be too much trouble to steal it. I'm just playing the odds. We are probably going to be here for a few hours. then move to the state park down the road a ways."

After that brief explanation Miles lifted his pack and headed down the worn path. The path ended by the creek, but it was a deep slow running spot used for fishing. No one was fishing that day, so they walked on past it in a southerly direction. After a few miles walk they began to hear rushing water. "Hear that, That's the sound we will be looking for the rest of this trip. It is the sound of fast moving water," Miles explained

It appeared that men also used the spot for fishing. Since it was a pretty good hike in, there were fewer people willing to make the trek to the second spot. Also 

Fortunately there was no one fishing that afternoon. 

Miles took the core drill out into the rushing water. Then he placed the core drill in what appeared to be a good place. When it was ready he pounded it with a rock. As he rotated it. The rock was his decision to avoid the need to carry a hammer. He had carried a hammer head on the first trip, by the second he knew better.

He used the wooden plunger to force the bottom three or four inches into the sample container. The containers looked a lot like a tall pill bottle. 

"You need to explain exactly what you are doing," Eddie said.

"Good god are the people who watch these things that dense. If so you have an audience with a combined IQ or fifty." Miles said.

"Average," Eddie said. "You mean average IQ of 50."

"No, I mean two guys with and IQ of 25 each," Miles said. Even so he went back and explained it all, including that he learned about the rock after having carried a sledge hammer head all day, just so he could use it five minutes. "That is called a case of terminal rookie dumb ass," Miles said to end the bit. He went on to take another sample in a different part of the rapids. 

While Miles and Eddie finished their samples and headed to the state park's primitive campsites, Ada and Louise were meeting their camera lady. She turned out too be a thirty, or so, year old female named Jerri. @@

Jerri's arms were covered with various colorful tattoos. She also had hair of at least three different colors. Jerri was almost junkie thin, which wouldn't have surprised Ada at all. Louise just thought she was cool looking. 

Jerri also spoke with a strong accent. "So are we ready to begin?" she asked. In something close to a Russian accent.




Gold Digger (the actor)



"Sure, we are ready," Ada said.

"Good just replay your work after your boyfriend returned with the samples," Jerri directed.

"He is not my boyfriend," Ada said. 

"He isn't my boyfriend either," Louise said. "He is my uncle. He gave the samples to me. That was before Ada was part of the team."

"Go on Louise show me what you did with the samples and explain it as you do." Jerri commented.

It was the acceptable amount of direction. "Uncle Miles had sealed the core samples in tubes like these," Louise explained. She also began doing the work of examining the core samples as she tried to explain how gold ended up in the creeks in the first place. It was Louise's chance to shine as well as her teaching moment. She did both.

Finally she ended by showing the map she had produced. "This map indicated where the elements that are gold indicators had been found in the samples. She has also rated them from the highest to the lowest concentrations. In other words the most likely spots to have gold. There was no gold in any of the samples but the markers were the best in five of the sites.

My Uncle had been convinced that we should listen to the residents and take into consideration the creeks with the local reputation of having had gold at some point in time. That's when I decided that if we were going to do that, we should have an expert in the history of those mountains, so I approached Ada."

"So Ada, what were your initial thoughts about the project?" Jerri asked.

"I found the whole idea fascinating. I knew that I could do my detailed studies of the areas and for the first time have them sampled and the samples tested. No matter what we find, or don't find, it is a chance to learn from the experience," Ada informed the camera lady.

"So whose idea was it to contact QE2TV?" Jerri asked.

"That was all on Ada. My uncle was against it and I was mildly in favor of it," Louise stated.

"To his credit Miles was so sure that the history of the creeks held the answers, that he went along with the docudrama," Ada said. "We are going to use the payments to finance the research."

"So we know what Louise does and how she does it. Please explain how the historical data mining works." Jerri asked.

"Well first of all every creek has different names as it moves from one place to another the names change. The computer allows me to search each name and put them together to tell the whole story of the creek. Much like you guys bringing all the pieces together to tell the story of this expedition," Ada said.

Jerri spent the day filming different things that she thought would be interesting visually. Then she arranged to spend a day with each of the woman. She also arranged for Louise to show her the town that same night. 

After work Louise allowed Jerri to meet her at her Uncle Miles' house. It was also the office for the company, but no one worked there except her Uncle. She explained that he was a retired local police officer.

"So you are a young attractive woman living with your uncle. That must create problems. I mean you date, I presume, so is he okay with the guys you date?" Jerri asked.

"He doesn't usually ask about them and I seldom bring anyone to meet Uncle Miles," She explained.

"I see, so no drama there to exploit," Jerri asked very seriously.

"None whatsoever," Louise replied.

"What about Ada, is she involved with your uncle?" Jerri went on.

"She just met Uncle Miles, so no drama there either. We all just met so the honeymoon phase is still in effect. Well I have known Uncle Miles all my life, but we have just begun working together.

Louise and Jerri went to dinner then to a dance club frequented by the university students. "You don't do this much do you?" Jerri asked.

"No, I mostly do my home work and write emails to friends and family. Uncle miles and I eat mostly take out, so I need to exercise a lot too keep my weight down."

"Ok, do you belong to a gym?" Jerri asked.

"No, but I run on the track at school. They open it from 6AM till 10AM FOR Students to use. I have been running three miles a day for a while now.

"Okay," Jerri said. "We will catch you running tomorrow morning. Tonight lets go out and party. Our researcher gave me the name of a punk rock club here in town."

"I'm sure it will be mild compared to the clubs in New York," Louise said.

While the two of them plotted their club outing, Miles and Eddie arrived at their primitive camp site. Miles hung his lightweight prospector's tent from a pine tree. After the tent was hung, he walked through the woods gathering dead limbs for a fire. Most of the campers purchased wood from the office, but Miles preferred to dead head the trees. It provided a service to the camp, and it kept him warm as well. He harvested only the limbs on the ground, or the ones that popped off the trees. The rangers said they would check to see that all the wood in his wood pile was dead, but no one ever did.

After he had the fire going he sat by it to eat his cold hamburger and fries. He had purchased them at a fast food drive thru window. Eddie filmed him eating the fast food dinner. Miles didn't mind. He had never said that he was going to live off the land.

"So yes I eat fast food when I can. I can also trap and field dress a rabbit. I'm not a gourmet chef, but I can cook a rabbit. I will probably be doing that later." Miles said while he drank his coffee before going to bed. He had bought a huge box of coffee in a brown cardboard box from the restaurant. He and Eddie drank it heated over the fire until most of it was gone.

"It's a two mile walk to the bathhouse, so if you are fastidious about showers, you need to keep that in mind. The showers are not heated either. Personally I choose to hold off as long as possible before I shower. I do change my underwear often though. Damp underwear chaffs the crotch and that make it hard to hike. I guess that might be too much information, but you have to learn to deal with all kinds of crap out here."

Eddie pitched a really nice pop up tent. He could pack it around since he didn't carry any tools, other then a few lightweight battery packs. 

Meanwhile the Camera lady and Louise were out drinking and carousing. While they caroused, Miles and Eddie lay on the ground trying to sleep. It wasn't the most miserable night either of the men had spent, but it wasn't totally pleasant either.

The next morning over the last of the coffee, they broke camp. They stopped for more coffee and biscuits at the same fast food restaurant. While there Miles said, "Eddie I can retrace my original moves for you, or we can run the same tests on some new ground. You can edit it anyway you want," Miles suggested.

Let me step out in the parking lot and make a call. Let Silvia or Roger decide," he suggested.

Miles just nodded his agreement. Either way he was going to run the test before he left the mountain. It was only a matter of when.

Once Eddie returned he said, "Silvia said go for the new ground."

"So, you told her how boring this was," Miles said with a laugh.

"Something like that," Eddie agreed with a laugh of his own.

"Good, then they won't be expecting anything exciting. Get ready for a hike. We are going to have to sleep in a cold camp tonight. Remember we aren't suppose to be in there. There are likely to be land owner, game wardens, sheriff deputies and moonshiners near our dig site," Miles said.

"Why is that," Eddie asked.

Moonshiners need fresh water that means fast moving water. The cops of all kinds will be looking for them. None of them will probably care about us, but sometimes getting your driver's license will get you shot by accident.

They hiked in eight miles by Eddie's GPS. Since it was on an over grown trail, if there had ever been a trial at all, the going was slow. Just about when Miles was about to give up and swear the GPS was wrong, he heard the rushing water.

"Obviously no one has mined this site since the advent of trucks. There are no roads in or out. If there had been any modern mining, there would be roads. So that's a good sign. Louise says the Sample downstream had good markers so there might be some gold here.

I am going to get Louise a couple of core samples, then I'm going to take some samples of my own," Miles said as he collected his sample gear, then waded into the water. He took a sample from the start of the rough water, and one at the middle and end of the rapids.

Then he went back into the water to use his coffee heating pot to scrap some silt from the start of the rapids. It was surely the slowest possible way to test the buildup at the rapids, but it would work. He poured creek water over the sample so that he could wash the small dirt back into the pot as he pulled the pebble sized stones from the sample. When he had the larger stones out of the pot, he poured the contents over a piece of fine nylon screen wire. He also cleared the dirt from the screen. Miles hoped to find at lest one gold flake. He sampled four four or five spots before dark and ran them through the make shift sluice. In the end he came away with nothing. 

That night they slept on the ground under a very lightweight tarp. The tarp kept their body heat in, which was uncomfortable half the time. In the end of the night they both were thrilled to see the sun.

"Let's pack up and move upstream. We should find the next spot to test about five miles upstream," Miles suggested. 

What he found was a set of small rapids just below the entrance of another creek. He went through the same procedure as the day before, with more or less the same results. But on day three he chose to gather all the sample dirt then run it all at once. He thought it might be more efficient.

He washed the sample down to tiny gravel, then ran it through the screen and found nothing. In his small wash cloth type trap, under the wire screen, he found it. The one flake of gold wasn't going to make him rich, but it did suggest to him that he was on the right track.

"Son of a bitch," he said. "It's right where Louise and Ada said it would be."

"It's a good thing because we are going to play hell finding our way out, if we stay here any longer," Eddie said.

"Don't edit this out please. Let them edit it at the studio if they want, but I think the real story should include you. Some of the interesting shit will be our interacting with the camera, not trying to pretend it isn't there. Even the dumbest member of the audience knows it is." Miles said.

Then he went back to trying to give the illusion that the cameraman wasn't there.

While Miles and Eddie had been working on the second site, Jerri was working the girls. Louise had enjoyed her evening out, even if Jerri did have to drive her home. The were both a little drunk, so Jerri proposed that she sleep in Miles room.

Louise said,"Definitely not. You can have my bed. I can sleep on the sofa bed in the living room."

"Why don't you sleep with me?" Jerri asked. 

"Because I'm not gay," Louise said.

"Nothing will happen. I will even sleep in most of my clothes," Jerri agreed.

Louise realize it was all part of the plan designed by QE2TV. They wanted drama, but Louise wasn't playing into it. "You know on second thought you need to go. You can make it back to your motel," Louise said.



Gold Digger (The color of Blood)



God Digger 6

"You need to call Ada." Louise demanded in her stern voice.

"I don't need to call her, you need for me to call her." Miles replied. He didn't respond well to orders. "Why not have her come over for lunch. She can stop for her favorite take out and bring it along."

"You know that letting her chose might be dangerous," Louise said. "Also that automatically invites Jerri along." 

Well next week is Christmas. I know you are going home and filming will stop till after the New Year, so I expect they want to get the gold count. So have her bring the digital scale." Miles said.

"You are really going to put the phone call off on me?" Louise asked.

"Well you are the one hot on having her come over," Miles said. "You remember our agreement when you moved in here."

"Yes I know the one to whom the mess most irritates cleans it," she said. "How about rule two. The one who makes the mess cleans it up?"

"What makes you think I made the mess. You were the one who insisted Ada join our crew. So technically you made the mess."

"You fucked her," Louise said.

"You do have a point but you still need to call her. When I go back to the woods you are the one who will be left to deal with her," Miles reminded her.

"Fuck it, I'll call. You better play nice, since as you pointed out, I have to deal with her when you leave."

Miles went about recharging his two Tug motor batteries. He would need them hot when he returned to the miner's shack.

As they charged, he worked on his computer. He did some research on gold patterns in rivers and streams. He was determined to recover all the gold possible from the steam where he was working at present. He also planned to carry that knowledge forward to the next stream.

Miles had talked to almost no one in the area. He left the explanations to the land owner. He could tell them whatever he wanted, Miles thought.

The lease dictated the deadline for clearing the gold. His lease was for one year. He didn't expect to come up short on the deadline. He could have leased it for only six months, if it had been summertime in the mountains. Since it wasn't it might take a full year to clean the spot out.

He spent have a day, every day cutting wood and carrying water, so he only had time to mine five or six hours a day. Even that was enough time standing in the frigid water for any sane human being. 

When the gold was divided, even thought he got a double share for fronting the cost of material and building equipment, his share would be less than minimum wage, but he didn't mind at all. He was having a blast living close to the pioneer lifestyle. He loved the challenges and he loved defeating them best of all.

He moved on from the research to emptying the email. He was amazed at the number of advertisement for Viagra and penis enhancers that had accumulated in his in box. There were a large number of insurance companies wanting to provide him with insurance as well. Since his insurance was provided by the state retirement system, he ignored them as well.

He glanced at the spam mail before deleting it. He found one email from his brother, Louise's father. It was dated two weeks previously.

'Louise tells me you are a mountain man now. I find that terribly interesting after thirty years sitting on your ass chasing bad guys. We hear they are going to stop filming for Christmas. Why don't you come visit over Christmas and bring your friend Ada.' Bob.

Miles would wager his share of the gold that his brother's wife Lucile was the author of that email. His answer was. 'Sorry I have made other plans, but thanks for the invitation.' His plan was to sit on the deck and smoke disgusting cigars.

With that in mind he poured himself a coffee, then moved to the deck. He lit up the Mexican cigars sold under the counter at an authentic Mexican bodega in the Spanish barrio. He was well into it when Ada arrived.

Miles stayed in his plastic chair smoking his all natural cigar, while she and Louise had their meeting. After few moments the two of them came onto the deck. Miles stood to great Ada. "Good to see you Ada," he said.

"You to Miles. Eddie wasn't sure when you would come out." she said.

"No need for me to come out, Eddie kept in touch with you two. I knew in case of an emergency he would let me know. 

"Eddie says you seem to be in your element up there," Ada suggested

"I enjoy it for sure," Miles said.

"So let's see your gold," Louise demanded.

"Our gold," Miles said as he produced the small pill bottle with a pretty good amount of gold. "Let's go inside. I don't want to have to mine under the deck."

Jerri had the camera ready to film the weigh in. "Hello Uncle Miles," she said because she knew it would get under his skin.

"Hello Jerri," he said being civil. What Jerri didn't know was that Miles was a master at saying the right thing, while still being prepared by blow her shit into next Wednesday.

Miles handed over the bottle. Ada had a coffee filter on the scales. The scales were balanced to a perfect zero. She began to sift the gold onto the scales. While she did that Miles went for more coffee. He wasn't impressed with the drama.

"Five point three ounces of gold," Ada announced. That's pretty close to two thousand each."

"Not exactly, if you remember instead of all the bullshit bookkeeping, I bought all the materials and constructed everything for a second share. 

"Stop with the bullshit Miles. Let us enjoy the moment," Louise said.

"None of use is going to get rich from the mining operation," Ada said. "It's a hobby for Me and your uncle. You get to have a nice dinner or two with your share," Ada replied. "Mostly for me it proves that history and the skills I acquired working with Louise have a value in the real world.

"I warned you both the we would do better exploring in the winter months and mining in the summer months. We can also judge how much is left to mine from our summer exploring this year," Miles suggested. "It's already a success, so the most drama is over." 

"So just to change the subject before someone says something they can't take back. Where is everyone spending Christmas?" Ada asked.

"I'm going home to spend a few days with my mom and dad. The other kids should be coming too visit as well," Louise replied.

"How about you Jerri?" Ada asked.

"I'm going to spend the holiday with my boyfriend in New York," she said.

"Oh really," Louise said before she realized it."

Jerri ignored her comment. "How about you Uncle Miles?" she asked instead of answering Louise.

Miles glared at her but calmly said, "Pizza Hut."

"Let me know when and Silvia and I will meet you there," Ada said.

"Sure why not," Miles agreed.

The meeting ended with Ada making the official weighing and distributing of the gold. Miles share was a little over three ounces. The others shared and ounce and a half each.

"You know I'm sure people would to be part of the expedition. It really is a great experience," Miles said.

"I want to come visit in the summer the winter isn't something I'm ready too experience yet," Ada said.

There was more small talk then the meeting just ended. Ada stayed until Jerri and Louise left.

"Silvia really does want to meet you she has a problem she wants your advice," Ada said.

"What kind of problem," Miles asked.

"I don't know something she needs help with, but doesn't want to share with me," Ada suggested.

"Okay, I'll do what I can," Miles said. "I can't I blame her for not wanting to share with her mother."

"You I assume will not have the same problem," Ada said.

"I can't promise you that I will rat on her. I can promise you to give her some good advice," Miles admitted.

After everyone was gone miles spent some time working on his equipment and ordering new heated socks. He couldn't imagine standing in the ice water without them. He also toyed with buying a very small gasoline generator from Harbor Freight. He could manage it because he already had most of his shit on site. It was just a few light things going in after Christmas. He considered it but decided against it. The generator would have allowed him to recharge the batteries at night and on cloudy days. The convenience was outweighed by the hassle factor. He opened instead to buy a larger solar array. One designated for twelve volts DC to keep his batteries charged faster. He also bought spare batteries. He hoped he could keep more spare charged batteries in case of bad weather.

After three days of doing maintenance on equipment Ada called him on the phone. "Silvia is here. Could you meet us for lunch?" she asked.

"Just give me a few minutes to shower and change and I'll meet you anywhere," Miles agreed.

"How about the Alphabet Restaurant in the College Hill Plaza?" she asked.

"Sure what time?" Miles responded.

"Noon, is that okay," Ada asked.

Miles noted that her attitude was different. He had never heard her speak with any warmth in her voice before. "Sure noon is fine," he said.

The Alphabet had been several things over the thirty years Miles had been with the Police Department. He remembered it most as a Jazz club. Only because he hated jazz but college girls thought it was sophisticated to be a big fan. He had pretended to love it two when he was a rookie patrolman.

"Want to sit on the patio," he asked Ada when the two of them arrived.

She looked to Silvia for and answer. Silvia nodded so Ada said, "Sure let's eat in the great outdoor in the dead of winter."

"Okay, we will eat inside. Oh course it is a warm sunny day to me," Miles said.

"No the patio would be fine," Silvia said. 

Miles was dressed for it, but the two women weren't before he ordered he had them move inside because Ada was obviously biting her tongue.

The conversation was about the show. Silvia said the crew were most pleased with the way it went. They had footage of Louise and Ada to balance out the footage of Miles in the process of mining. The crew found it a nice change that no one was worried about striking it rich. 

The adventure was the thing not the end result. Well Louise was interested in the money but for Miles and Ada it was about the theory that the steams held gold. It was like a huge mystery them against mother nature.

The three of them had soup. The two women added salad to their order, but Miles went with a grilled cheese to his. He really didn't have a way to make grilled cheese on the mountain. Miles decided that bread and cheese were a little too iffy for his rations box. He did have canned cheese product used for Mac and Cheese which he did enjoy. 

"So did Louise leave for home?" Ada asked.

"Yes she left this morning. It's only three days till Christmas so I expect her to be gone for a week," Miles suggested.

"Then why don't you and I go to your place for a little conversation," Silvia suggested. "We won't be long mom. Yes Miles I know that you know."

"Well there are no secrets between us now," Miles said.

"Oh yes there are," Silvia said without even a little smile.

They were drinking coffee on the deck when she said, "I guess I should get to it?"

There is no rush," Miles said.

After a few false starts Silvia said, "You always looked like a dangerous and mysterious character to me. So do you have a dark secret?"

"By the time you reach my age everyone has a secret or two they range from the kind that would embarrass you to the kind that would land your ass on death row. It's all about the degree of human failure, to which we fall victim." Miles explained.

"What would you do, if someone threatened you with exposure?" Silvia asked.

"I guess that would depend on how serous the threat was and how far I was willing to go to keep my secret," Miles said. "Are you comfortable enough to share your problem yet. You can start with who is threatening you and what they want."

"Don't you want to know what I did and why," Silvia said.

"Silvia is someone trying to extort money from you?" Miles asked bluntly.

"Yes," she said.

"Is it for a current event, or something in your past," Miles asked.

"It was a series of stupid mistakes eight years ago. I was a teacher in a public school." Silvia began.

Miles cut her off with, "I can guess the rest. I am going to guess it was not a parent who is threatening you." She nodded. "So one of the kids grew up and is a stone junkie or some suck. He needs money, so he contacted you, right?" Miles asked.

"Yes that is pretty much it," Silvia said.

"Was it only the one kid?" Miles asked.

"Yes I thought it was love. He pursued me the whole year and I was flattered. He was one of those glib, older than his years teens. I know it's no excuse but I didn't feel that I was a pervert. It just felt good. He was almost eighteen and when he graduated and left me, I was heart broken. He told some of his friends who hit on me the next school year. I resigned immediately and took the job with QE2." She informed Miles.

What dose he want, I am assuming it is not justice he seeks," Miles asked.

"No he wants ten thousand dollars to start some kind of business. I do know from our shows that once I pay it will never end," Silvia said.

"You are exactly right. If you pay you are setting yourself up to be the bank of Silvia," Miles suggested.

"You have considerable resources have you put them to finding his address," Miles asked.

"It wasn't hard. He is on Facebook, Pictures and everything," she informed him.

"Got to love that shit, it makes things so much easier," Miles said.

Miles removed his old fashioned pocket notebook and slipped it and a ballpoint pen across the table. Write it down for me. Name, address, place of employment anything else you know about him," Miles said. "Also Silvia is there any hard evidence he might have. If you are perfectly straight with me, maybe I can find you a way out this with minimum damage. You might have to call his bluff. If you do, I can assure you that you wont do any time. You might need a lawyer to work out a probation sentence, but you won't need F Lee Bailey or anything. I doubt a prosecutor would even consider it worthwhile pursuing."

"If he can find someone to bother with it at all, then we will slap him with an extortion charge and blow his credibility out of the water. Most of how we react to him is going to be based on what you have said to me. Some of it will be based on what that he might have recorded," Miles said. "So anything you want to change?"

"I tried to have a reasonable conversation with him, but he might have been baiting me. I should have denied it, but I didn't. I probably said somewhere during the conversation that I loved him back then.

When he asked for the money I told him I didn't have that kind of money. He said he would give me two weeks to raise it, so I arranged this meeting."

"How are you supposed to contact him when you have the money?" Miles asked.

"When I have it I'm to call him at work," Silvia said.

"Okay here is what we are going to do. You call him and tell him an associate will deliver the money. Tell him you don't trust him and you want someone you do trust to make the delivery. We are not going to pay him off, but I am going to get it all on tape. Then if he wants to call our bluff, be ready to make a full confession and deliver the tape to the DA. He will in all likelihood want to investigate the incident. It will be a couple of months of hell, but go in with a lawyer for any interview with the police period. Even if they call you into make an identification or something equally harmless sounding, go with a lawyer.

The kid most likely will fold like a day old newspaper, but you can't take that for granted," Miles said. "You want to be out front on this thing."

"You will keep all this just between us?" she asked. 

"What makes you think I want to be involved in the mother, daughter drama?" he asked.

"If it goes to the DA, and if he goes forward with it, then worry about it's effect on your career. Follow Bill Clinton advice, deny, deny, deny, whenever asked about anything unless it on advice of your lawyer."

"Thank you Miles," she said. 

"I haven't done anything yet. You might want to contact a lawyer before you decide to go forward, but I will definitely make the payoff with the Sunday comics in the envelope," Miles said.

"I will pay your expenses of course," she said.

"Damn right you will and you will pay for dinner after I nail his ass. When we get the set up ready get one of your camera people to film it, but with no sound. Tell the camera person that it is for a segment of the show. If I can provoke him to take a swing at me, it will further destroy his credibility, making it even less likely that he will go the DA.

"Miles you asked about real evidence, he has a video," Silvia said.

"Good you can get your own TV show," Miles said. "Your story is that it happened after he graduated and after he was eighteen," Miles said.

"Okay, how bad is it going to be if he goes to the police?" she asked.

"On a scale of one to ten, it's about a point five. Don't worry it's just going to be embarrassing at worst."

"Don't you want to know what is on the video?" she asked.

"Not unless it shows you biting the head off a puppy," Miles replied.

Miles did indeed eat pizza at a restaurant with the mother and daughter. He even left the restaurant alone, though they invited him to their house to wait for Santa.

Ada was barely able to hide her resentment at Silvia's ability to keep her secret. She had no idea what she had discussed with Miles but she intended to find out somehow. 

On December 28th Miles went to a small coastal South Carolina town. It was where the formal football team captain he ended up after his downhill slide. In college he didn't make the cut on the football team. Without the perks of a college football player he was unable to compete academically with the other students. He dropped out just ahead being asked to leave for academic reasons. 

He landed a job as foreman of a large construction company. He was having problems with drug and alcohol problems according to his Facebook page. Miles expected that he was in relapse instead of rehab and needed money. Miles also had an idea what he was going to say to the kid.

The met that Day in the Walmart parking lot. The kid looked young and healthy even if he was a bit dirty looking. Mile's plan didn't seem like such a good idea after seeing the kid.

"You got the package?" The kid asked.

"That depends on who you are," Miles replied.

"I'm the guy Silvia sent to pick up the package," the kid replied.

"I need a name," Miles said.

"You want me to kick your ass old man," The kids said.

"Tell you what, You just tell me your name and we can get on with out business or I can get back in my truck and drive home," Miles said.

"Nathan Benson," the kids said.

Since Miles had seen picture of Nathan taken on better days, he recognized him. "Mr. Benson I am supposed to get assurances from you that this payment buys your silence. I have a little document for you to sign."

"What do you meant," Benson asked.

"All it says Benson is that acknowledge receipt of 10K in exchange for your silence. And that any images of Silvia were made after your 18th birthday. In exchange for signing those items, I will give you this envelope filled with money." Miles suggested.

"Man I ain't signing nothing," he said. 

"So you are telling me Silvia is giving you this money out of the goodness of her heart," Miles asked.

"Yeah not hand it over or I'm gonna take it," Nathan said.

"I don't think so," Miles said.

Nathan hit him in the face hard. He was sure his nose had been broken by the younger healthier man. The kid reached down where the manila envelop have fallen. He recovered the newspaper comic section.




Gold Digger (The color of Blood)



"What the fuck?" he asked turning back to Miles. Nathan haul off to kick him in the ribs. Obviously Nathan had never been in a brawl. 

He was way off balance when he heard Eddie shout, "What you doing," 

He was off balance and distracted while Miles reached up and grabbed a handful of his testicles and squeezed hard. Nathan screamed and folded up on the parking lot pavement puking his guts out.

Miles turned off the audio recorder, then stomped on Nathan's ribs. "Now listen to me you piece of shit. You feel free to go to the cops or the press or even the internet with this bullshit and I will be sure that tape is aired. Especially the part about your being of age. I will also file assault charges. Silvia will sue your ass for defamation of character. And she will file a Blackmail charge she had the original phone call on tape.

Then after all that dies down, I'm going to do this." Miles pulled his Colt Chief's special. He proceed to put it in Nathan's mouth and pulled the trigger. "Next time it will be loaded. Nathan you have just been fucked, so was it good for you, it was good for me.

Take a look at the man who came running he was filming the exchange. You are in a box, so do what you think you have to do."

"What was that all about?" Eddie asked.

"Just doing a favor for a friend," Miles said.

"You let that kid knock the crap out of you, so that you could beat hell out of him and he couldn't do anything about it," Eddie said.

"I have been beat worse. He is just some candy ass, who thinks he's a bad ass," Miles said.

He was back home when he got a call from Silvia. "Everything is going to be fine. I talked to a lawyer today and he said you had it just right. I also had a piece of film in my email from Eddie. It looks as though things went the way you wanted.

"Except for the bloody nose, so you can come back and buy me dinner before I go back onto the mountain," Miles said with a laugh.

"I will be here till New Years day, so you pick a day," Silvia demanded. "Eddie will be there January third, so be ready to go up the mountain by then."

"Got ya boss," Miles said.

Louise came home a couple of days after Christmas. Jerri was still out of town. "What the hell happened to you?" Louise asked.

"Tripped," Miles said. 

Louise shook her head then said, "You know after all that crap Jerri fed me, she didn't even call over the holidays." 

"Poor baby," Miles said in a voice definitely lacking in true concern.

"Asshole," Louise said. "So what are you planning for New Years Eve?" 

"I'm going out to dinner with Sylvia," Miles said.

"Is Ada going to be with you?" Louise asked.

"I really don't know. To be honest I don't care either," Miles said.

The old style barbeque restaurant was in a building with corrugated metal siding. It was either depressing or nostalgic depending on your frame of mind.

Miles felt neither. He was mindful of it's history, but more than that he loved the food. The menu was small but that was okay because he loved everything on it.

It was the dry style barbeque made famous by the city of Lexington. The que was served with a spicy coleslaw and hush puppies. One could order french fries but Miles never did that. He was a que purest.

Sylvia was waiting for him in the parking lot when he showed up on the scooter.

She walked from her car to his scooter to hug him. "I am so glad to see you," she said. "You got that broken nose for me. I'm so sorry."

Miles ignored her gushing. "How long you staying this time?" Miles asked.

"I can stay until New Years day. I drove so I could leave anytime," Silvia said. "Mom and I bore each other quickly."

"I'm sorry to hear that. After dinner our business will be complete and it never happened. None of it, you do understand?" he asked.

"Yes I do," Silvia said. "Do we really have to eat here?"

"Oh you don't like the ambiance?" Miles asked.

"No not at all," Silvia said.

"Then I got these bruises for you so you can order coffee while I eat," Miles insisted.

Once they were out of the cold, Silvia relaxed a bit. She decided to try the food. 

"This really is good," she said.

Miles was half through with his barbeque, when he said, "Silvia I wouldn't feel right if I didn't warn you. I know you don't want to hear this but I still have to do it. If everything you told me about Nathan was true, then this is truly over. If not it's just a matter of time before you are back in the jackpot. If it happens again, don't call me."

"Don't worry, it's not going to happen again," Silvia said.

Miles had looked her in the eye trying to judge her truthfulness. She had been under a lot of stress when they discussed blackmail problem. He got a different vibe that evening in the restaurant. That night he knew she was lying to him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

He understood what Nathan had meant when he said she owes me. He had dismissed it as his justification for blackmail. Someone like him might think that they were owed a free ride for picking up papers in the yard.

In Silvia's version it was a society misunderstanding their love affair. He pursued her until she gave in. His version might be different. He really hadn't given him a chance to explain. 

The conversation was the culmination of his cop skepticism. It was just as likely that her affair with one, or more, high school students had awakened her appetite for younger. It was just as likely as not that she still fed her perversion.

"Well as far as I personally know, you have done nothing else illegal. Keep it that way, but if you do this again be more careful what you do with the souvenirs."

Miles was surprised when she simply nodded. She knew there was no reason to try to change his mind. He was sure at that moment that there would be more shit from Silvia. He was equally sure that he would not help her hide it. If she tried he would go to the cops. He had made damn sure to cover his ass during the recent operation. Miles trusted no one.

When he left for the ride home he had done what he hoped was an accurate threat assessment. He had decided that Silvia posed no threat to him.

With two days left in the old year Miles loaded his pickup for the trip back to the mountain. 

He didn't wait for Eddie, he left for the mountain early on New Years eve. Even with the dawn start on his drive to the mountain, it was almost noon when he arrived at the spot where he parked his pick up. Because it was noon on an overcast day, he hadn't noticed anyone following. He was loading his sled for the trip into the site when he heard the sound of a vehicle pull into the parking area. Miles had his hands full, so he just looked up when the car door opened. 

Miles felt the pain in his chest at the same time he processed the gun shot.

Miles heard the car drive away. He felt the life oozing out of his body. He hadn't seen who shot him, so he wondered who it could be. He would have to leave that to someone else.

The last words that Miles whispered were, "Cock sucker."

The possibilities are endless. The TV show said the end of the Christmas episode. "We are going to leave no stone unturned," the county Sheriff said. The no stone left unturned turned up nothing.

*****

Authors note. Most people hate my endings but that is how life is. Sometime you just never find out who killed Miles.



Gold Digger (the pilot)



Louise awoke the next morning alone in her small bed, as usual. She thought back on her evening with Jerri while she lay in bed. There had been a certain sexual tension between them. If Jerri hadn't acted so aggressive, she might have been convinced to give it a try. Louise had always pushed back against bullies of all kinds. It was part of her family's unique beliefs about fair play. 

While she lay there reliving her night on the town, she allowed herself the pleasure of sexual release. She didn't feel any shame in it. Well maybe a little that the trigger for her pleasure had been the hard edged Jerri.

While Louise prepared herself for the day, Ada was already at her computer. She was checking the history of a creek in the mountains. The creek that showed some historical promise ran down the mountain passing within ten miles of the place where miles and Eddie slept.

"What say we pack up and get back to town. Even if we leave now, we are going to have half a day's ride," Miles suggested over his morning coffee.

"I love being in the woods, but I love civilization more," Eddie said.

"I heard that," Miles agreed. "You know this started as a lark. Louise and I were sitting around over pizza discussing how to get rich and still be free. That is how the whole thing started." Miles explained.

"So whose idea was the core samples?" Eddie asked.

"Those were Louise's idea. I would have just gone into the mountains with a gold pan and gotten lost." Miles admitted.

"You seemed to have a lot of faith in Louise," Eddie said.

"Yes I do. Louise it an attractive woman, but she is also a nerd. There is something about her that speaks to me. It says, you can trust me I know what I'm talking about," Miles explained. He grew silent for about five minutes while they were both lost in thought. "So lets get packed up and get the hell back to the scooter and see if it is still there." 

The two of them hiked for almost two hours before they found the spot where their gear had been left. Fortunately it all seemed to be as they had left it. The scooter even started on the first try.

While they started on the four hour drive, Jerri left her hotel room for her breakfast meeting with Ada. Jerri really wasn't a fan of breakfast food. She did enjoy eating in the morning, but her taste ran more to deli foods and cold pizza, but she would go along with tradition once in a while.

She had the tiny pocket video recorder going. It was, by necessity, a simple recorder without even a playback screen. She hooked it up to a micro tablet to set the view and the exposure, then put the tablet away while they ate eggs and burned pig flesh. Even the description made Jerri want to vomit.

"So Miss Ada, what do you have planned for me today?" Jerri asked.

"I'm thinking some basic research which will take about fifteen minutes. Then you are going to be on your own," Ada said. "There is really nothing to film."

"Then tell me a little about your background," Jerri demanded.

"I'm well over fifty and other than raising my family, this is the biggest adventure of my life. If we find enough gold to build a base camp, then I might even move there."

"I understand you are a widow, do you mind if I asked what happened to you husband?" Jerri asked.

"Alvin died in a car crash over twenty years ago," Ada said with her eyes lowered.

"I'm so sorry," Jerri said not meaning a word of it. How could she, since she hardly knew the women, and never met her dead husband. Everything she did and said was for the show. She also knew that Ada knew it as well.

The two of them went back to the university where she went on the university network to research one creek from the point it entered the Cape Fear river backward all the way to the blue ridge mountains. As Jerri had expected it was boring shit.

"This is Josh, he is my graduate student and teaching assistant," Ada said when the young black man entered her office.

"Hi, I'm Jerri," she said.

"Josh Edwards," he said.

"Josh are you involved in this research project?" Jerri asked hoping for something to liven up Ada's character.

"No the boss keeps that compartmentalized like everything else here. She never misses a lecture or a faculty luncheon," Josh said.

"At least not yet," Ada added. "But then I don't have gold fever yet."

By lunch Jerri was so bored that she was about at the point of biting the head off a live chicken to add some excitement to the assignment. She finally just gave up and packed her SUV for the long drive back to New York. She had some good video images. Enough to form a character for each of the women. 

It didn't matter to her that they were dead wrong, she was going to make them fit the character she was creating on film.

During the drive back to New York she decided that she would portray Louise as the young pretty but nerdish party girl. Ada was going to be the mother figure for the expedition. Strong and a no nonsense matriarch. She knew she had enough videos to manufacture her characters in the editing phase. It was up to Eddie to deliver the meat of the meal, so to speak. 

It was almost a full month before the QE2TV response to the video arrived. It arrived in the form of three checks and Short note.

'We haven't got a buyer for the edited material, but it isn't uncommon for it to take a year. Love Silvia.'

Miles passed he note around with the checks. There was no conversation about the note at all. Miles used the Sunday meeting to recap the last month's work. During the first week back he became convinced that they should continue sampling. He wanted to sample both of the creek that the one where the samples were taken, and the same one as before but closer to its origin. The source of both creek was the runoff from the mountains. But there should be a heavier concentration of gold closer to the gold source. The pieces should be larger as well.

The first expedition was to sample both spots. It was going to call for a twenty mile hike up the creek, if he had to walk from the site where he and Eddie had found the gold in the sample.

I think I can help with that. I can go on the University network and pull some satellite images and coordinates from the geological survey a couple of years ago. It will at least tell you were the shallow fast running water was on the day of the survey. I don't think the topography will have changed any since. 

We can overlay some county maps and get you as close as possible to the rapids. You will have to hike in a few miles but it might save you a few miles as well. 

"You know that me and the moonshiners are looking at the same water. I don't think they will be giving me any welcome parties," Miles said.

"That's why you do the exploration, you have the bigger balls," Louise said. "Both of those creeks are most likely spring feed as well as fed by rain water run off. The spring rains would account for the gold flakes. The flooding most likely washed the gold over the obstacles which had held it trapped. The gold would then wash down to the next obstacle and finally out to sea," Louise explained.

"Lets start with the first running water near the head of the stream, then move down it, skipping every over one," Miles suggested

"You are the explorer I will get you the coordinates tomorrow," Ada said. "On another note, I thought for sure someone would gobble up the pilot." Louise said.

"Why because of the way Jerri looked at you," Ada said. There was just a hint of claw and fang in her voice.

"No because the group is interesting as hell, and Miles is so photogenic." Louise said in defense of her position.

"Jerri tried to get you into bed? Why am I just hearing about this now?" Miles asked. 

"You weren't supposed to hear about it at all. Jerri told Ada on the last day when she was bored. She was trying to work some drama into the script. You know coming out is all the thing these days, only with me there is nothing to come out about," Louise said.

"Okay, so we have a plan and it doesn't include Louise's sex life. So lets go to lunch and call it a week. Oh, there was a DVD of the pilot, if anyone wants to see it?" Miles asked.

"Have you seen it," Ada asked.

"No one on the team has seen it. So do you want to run it and ruin your lunch, or pass it around to watch in private?" Miles asked.

"Cut the drama and just run the damn think," Ada said.

"Louise is that what you want?" Miles asked.

"Sure if we were willing for the whole world to see it, we might as well watch it ourselves," she said.

"Okay settle back for an hour of garbage. Remember it's all their idea of what we do, not what we really do," Miles suggested.

"For God's sake just run the damn thing," Ada repeated.

Miles put the DVD in the Computer on the desk Ada used. That computer was the only modern one in the house. She brought it over when she bought herself a new computer. Ada bought a new computer after the signing of the contracts. It was before the checks arrived. She was the only one who had faith in the QE2 crew.

"Anybody want more coffee?" Miles asked as he walked to the kitchen.

"Damn it Miles, stop stalling," Louise said.

Miles grabbed a can of coke from the refrigerator then pulled up a chair behind the two women. The blank computer screen changed to an image of the three of them standing around the stealth scooter. It switched to an image of Miles standing in the creek at the first site. "It isn't about the gold, though I would love to be rich as ten foot up a horse's ass," Miles said to the camera.

"They didn't bleep that out?" Miles asked. "Oh shit I hope they bleeped out the really bad shit Louise says,"

"It's about being outdoors and being free," Miles' voice ran behind his picture.

The picture changed to Louise holding a rock hammer. "I guess they didn't want an image of me pouring over maps." She said before the voice over started.

"Of course it's about the money, by how often does a grad student get to do meaningful research. Research that lead to a positive event in the real world. That is really good looking shit on a resume."

"That's not to bad, but I don't remember saying it." Louise said.

Finally there was Ada. "Why am I always last?" Ada said before the voice over started.

"I love History and my purpose with the team, is to search the historical data to find the best places to dig for lost gold. None of us expect to get rich from the gold. Hell we all expect to be big TV stars," she said with a grin.

To everyone's surprise, except maybe Miles, there was a shot of Eddie and Jerri holding large cameras. Of course neither Miles nor anyone else had ever seen those particular cameras.

The narrator's voice ran over the shot of the camera people. "It's time to stop pretending the reality actors don't know they are being filmed. Of course they know and of course they interact with the camera person, so we acknowledge it right up front."

Gold Diggers the legend ran over a still shot of the group including camera people made with a timers. The photoshopping was flawless everyone looked pleasant enough.

Then the show began. No one said much while Miles pounded the core drill into the rocks. "No matter what the others tell you, this is the real thing. Out here in the wild with a rock and a piece of sharpened steel pipe. These core samples, Louise tells me, are the scientific approach. If it were the old days it would just be me and a gold pan. I guess in some ways, I would rather do it that way. According to Louise, this way we get a useful sample of the indicators, even if there is no gold in the sample.

Me I'd rather ask the old people in the community center's adult day care where the gold is." The final shot in that sequence was Miles putting the sample in the pill bottle then reading the GPS locator and putting the coordinates on the label.

They switched to shot to Louise. She was unpacking a sample and carefully scraping it onto slices to be analyzed.

"It is my job to test the core for gold of course, but just as important, I test and identify all the material in the samples. The mountain creek system is the road the minerals use to make their way to the Atlantic Ocean. 

These samples come from the most likely spots along the creek. Actually that isn't true. The come from the most likely spot accessible to my Uncle Miles. There might be other spots that aren't accessible. Those we are going to explore when we narrow the search. I am working not to narrow it down for Uncle Miles."

The introductory shot of Ada was an interview at her desk where she talked to the camera. Jerri's voice had been edited out. "Well my area of expertise is in historical mapping. I do pure research then transfer it to real world applications. This project is fun for me since I get to see the results of my mapping. Louise and I combine our two maps of the area to pinpoint the most likely spot to dig. Miles said we throw chicken bones like a couple of witch doctors, and he may prove to be right. It's the best we can do."

The next scene was Miles again. Sitting by the campfire and talking to the camera. "This whole summer has been dedicated to finding the best place too seriously dig for gold." The scene switched to Miles and his make shift sluice. "I use this half ass gold trap because I didn't want to pack in a gold pan. I probably should have packing in a small pan instead." 

The scene was Miles washing sand and cursing for a while. Miles couldn't really remember the sequence of events. He knew the pitching of the miner's tent was the night before he finally found the one flake of gold. 

They had completely edited out the night in the primitive camp site. They did show the cold camp the night after the find. They even showed the hike out with one gold flake.

They obviously were holding out the speech about being careful. Not careful to avoid snake but careful to avoid law enforcement, landowners, and moonshiners. He supposed that would come later. They had to have something for the future episodes.

Overall Louise was depicted as a nerdy geology Grad student. There were a couple of sequences of her with the fancy equipment doing her scientific stuff. 

Jerri actually was shown with her as they went to dinner and then clubbing. There were shots of Louise drinking and dancing with Jerri. 

There was a strong hint of Louise being bi sexual, at least to Miles' warped mind it seemed that way. 

"Well that was certainly not flattering," Louise said. "She makes me look like a flake."

"In all honesty that might be my fault. I suggested that they try to make us less one dimensional. The is a docudrama, so there has to be some drama," Miles said.

"Did you suggest she make me look like a lesbian?" Louise asked seriously.

"Of course not and you don't come off that way. What isn't fair was how she made it look as if you party a hell of a lot more than you really do."

"I'm afraid to see what they did to me," Ada said.

"You don't get to watch them mistreat us and walk away woman. You have to take your lumps as well," Miles said.

Ada's first film sequence was sitting at the computer screen when she got a phone call supposedly from Miles. Miles recognized it as a call he made early on. In that call he had asked her to try to limit her research to the mountain streams. The sequence was her end of the conversation. 

She rolled away from the computer and everything about her body language was combative. If it had been the way she looked when she spoke to him in person, he would have found a way to cut her loose immediately.

"I go where the research leads me. When the map is done all gold discoveries will be mapped from the first to the last, but in order of creek not the time line, that you will need to work out for yourself."

Miles remembered the conversation, but not at all like it sounded on the show. Ada appeared to be adamant and demanding on the tape, but not nearly so intrenched in her thinking in real life. He remembered her asking if he would like the data listed by date or location. But again it was a docudrama.

"Well it seems to be harmless enough," Miles said.

"I'm sure it does to you. You came off looking like some kind of hero figure, while Louise and I came off as trolls," Ada said.

"You know they need the drama or no one is going to watch the show," Miles said. The last bits of the show were interview with Eddie and Jerri. Those interviews were damning. Jerri laid out the course for the women in the show to any perspective buyers and Eddie told how difficult and opinionated Miles was. "He is going to be hard to work with. Of course those are just challenges to be worked out." The tape ended there.

"Just for the record I am not a lesbian, nor am I bisexual," Louise said defiantly. 

"We know that honey. Don't worry they make a hundred pilots for every one that is sold. So lets concentrate on the gold and forget the bullshit," Miles said.

"Easy for you to say, but yes that is what we need to do." Ada said. She went on with it. "Louise and I have a map of the area where we want you to dig again and move on from there."

"I didn't really mine the area I was in before. It was more a scouting mission," Miles said. "I would like to set up and mine that creek."

"Before you go higher on the mountain where the work is going to harder and more dangerous, just scout two more creeks at the base of the mountains. You have not been on either of them. They flow to rivers that eventually end at the Gulf of Mexico."

Can we hold off till spring? Winter come early in the mountains and I'm no where near ready for winter camping."

"We really need the data so that we have something to work on over the winter," Louise suggested. 

"All right but Ada you need to call your friends at QE2 and let them know we are moving along without them. They are going to be missing things which they can never reproduce later. Hell tell them not to even bother with coming back till spring, if they want to continue." Miles said.

"I will not tell them not too come back," she said. "I will tell her what we have planned. Since the news is so sketchy, I will explain that we won't wait for them."

"Okay that is reasonable. So do you think you can have the data map ready so that I can leave Monday morning?" Miles asked.

"Yes it's almost ready now. Monday isn't going to be a problem," She said.

"Understand, this is all historical data, none of it is more than second hand accounts, of even more second hand accounts. There is almost no geological evidence available," Louise said.

"I guess that is why I'm going," Miles said with a laugh. 

"If you leave Monday you should be home by the next weekend. The sites we chose are accessible by road. Well they are almost accessible by road. Just a short hike into the streams, I think," Ada said.

"I think I will leave on Tuesday, So if you would bring me the Information tomorrow, I will be packed and ready to leave first thing Tuesday morning." Miles said.

"Sure the maps are ready, we can print them out and have it ready tomorrow night. I'll bring them home with me from the university," Louise said. She acted as the unofficial courier most days. Ada's office was the repository for work in progress.

For Miles Sunday lunch was a pimento cheese sandwich and a bag of chips after the meeting broke up. He and Ada were planning dinner that night to discuss her pending call to QE2TV.

By 7PM he was showered and dressed. "You are not wearing that," Louise said. Usually it would have been a question, but her voice was more that of a mother correcting an errant preteen.

"What's wrong with it?" Miles asked.

"Let's see the jeans are ragged, The shirt is stained and your shoes are a mess," Louise said. "I don't even want to know about the underwear. Go right back into your bedroom and find something else."




Gold Digger (the pilot)



"I don't have anything else," Miles said.

"Of course you do. Wear some of the clothes you wore to work before you retired," She suggested.

"I wore uniforms until I retired. Okay I might have and old white shirt and maybe some cotton twill pants I saved for funerals. You might be right this might be a funeral occasion." Miles said with a chuckle.

"Or the beginning of a great friendship," Louise said.

"Don't make more of this than there is. We are just going to talk about QE2 and how to handle them going forward," Miles admitted.

"If that were the case, why not include me?" Louise asked.

"Let me see, maybe it is because after you saw the pilot DVD, you called them some petty colorful names. I think the parting shot was something like, 'Fuck them, we don't need their lying asses.' Is that about right?" Miles asked. "You are still invited to dinner."

"No thanks, you two need a chance to bond," Louise said thoughtfully.

"Then why all the drama. That is the kind of shit QE2 loves," Miles said.

"You are right. I'm just venting. "Go have fun, I'll just read or something." Louise said.

"You can come, or not that's your call. What you can not do is try to make me feel guilty for going to dinner with Ada." Miles said just a little irritated.

Dinner with Ada was at one of those chain cutesy restaurants. If he had to go to a better class of restaurant, he was going to sure it was a family style joint. The Cedar Chuck Wagon filled that bill. There were whole families as well as couples. Not many were as mature as Miles and Ada, but they were at least post college age kids.

"Is this better than the diner where Louise and I have breakfast," Miles asked once they were seated. 

"It is definitely a family dining out restaurant, so on that score it is better. However the sound of children screaming is not conducive to a date atmosphere," Ada Commented.

"Maybe because this isn't a traditional date. If it were I would be magically transformed into a doctor or lawyer," Mile said.

"Oh please, that type is out with a barbie doll on Sunday night. After dinner they ill be headed home to the wife and kids," Ada said.

"I wouldn't know since I have never been fortunate enough to date a barbie doll," Miles said.

"Nor have I ever had the superficial looks necessary to attract those interested in the type. So here we are a couple of late middle aged people out to discuss business over a piece of burned beef," she said.

"So romantic, I can't imagine any man who could refuse your charms," Miles said with a smile.

"This from the man I expect to go all PTSD at any minute," she said grinning from ear to ear.

"I left my assault rifle in the car, so you are safe for now," Miles said.

"You know I would like to go into the woods with you once we decide on a base camp location," Ada suggested.

"Are you any closer to deciding on a location?" Miles asked.

"After you finish the two creeks, it they turn up nothing better, we will probably start you at the juncture of the two creeks where you found the gold flake," she said.

"Once you decide for sure, you need to find out who owns the land on either side and contact them. I would like to have permission before I set up a base camp," Miles said.

"Yes that is my plan," Ada said. "Now about QE2."

"When you call them tomorrow tell them where we are and that if they truly want to be in on the development of the mining site, they should get on with it." Miles said. "I told Louise we were going to have a meeting to decide what to say to Q. So do you have any input?"

"I don't want to push them, just offer them a chance to have some input into our decision." she said.

"Okay obviously no one can change your mind, when you are on the phone, so do what you think is best. So tell me who do you know at Q?" Miles asked.

"My daughter works there, but I couldn't let on when she was here. If she had shown us any preferential treatment, then the show was a failure, she would have to pay the price. I won't allow that. I can't use my family ties to influence things."

"There is a family resemblance now that you mention it. The way Jerri looks I don't blame you," Miles said with a smile.

"Sure Jerri is the love child I had at forty five," Ada said.

"Okay, let's do things right so that we don't embarrass Silvia," Miles said.

"And stay away from Silvia when she comes to visit. I know it's a fantasy for men to have the mother and daughter, but don't even think about it." Ada said.

"There is only two things wrong with that. I haven't had the mother for one. The other is your daughter has way too much class to be interested in either of us," Miles suggested.

"What do you mean us?" she asked.

"The retired cop or the gold prospector both of us are pretty mundane characters," Miles replied.

"She would love to pick your retired cop brain. I had to convince her you were a terrible bore," Ada said.

"I'm sure that was a real chore, You probably had to drive by where I live so that she could see the difference between my hovel and her Manhattan townhouse." Miles added.

"You never know how the other half lives," she suggested.

Somehow we managed to finish dinner during all the discussions. Miles paid the bill then they found themselves in the parking lot. 

"So have you had enough of my company yet?" Miles asked.

"Is that your way of asking, 'Your place or mine'?" Ada demanded.

"Well you are direct, I have to give you that," Miles agreed. Louise is home at my place, but if you don't mind knowing Louise is one thin wall away, sure why not?" Miles asked.

"Okay, then it's obviously going to be my place," she said.

The next morning Miles arose early explaining, "I have lots of work to do today. I want to be ready to leave the first thing in the morning." Miles said. The truth was he couldn't wait to get away from Ada's bed. Actually the bed was fine, it was Ada. 

Her absolute conviction, that she absolutely knew best, extended into the bedroom. She gave him directions all night like a movie director. Miles never thought of himself as a great lover, but he did see himself as an adequate one. Well at least until he had sex with Ada, he always had.

It was kind of like that song. He felt she asked herself, is that all there is?.

As he drove the pick up home, he was dreading facing Louise. He knew that he would have to confess, since Ada was sure to tell Louise.

"So how was she in bed," Louise asked when she finally came into the kitchen to join him for coffee.

"She was fine when I left her," Miles said.

"You know what I mean," Louise demanded almost in tears.

"Let's say she was the same in bed as in the Sunday meetings, only more so with her clothes off," Miles replied.

Louise laughed, "So I suppose you will be seeing her again."

"Who knows she might attack me in the office, but then again can you imagine that happening?" Miles asked.

"No please don't make me imagine that," Louise said. "I promise I will be discrete."

"So you mean your aren't going to rush in and tell her how many stars she got on her review?" Miles asked.

"If she gives me any of that I'm older and smarter than you, I just might," Louise said.

"If you do then I will never confide in you again," Miles said.

The three of them had very different days. Miles spent it loading his supplies into to stacks. One pile went into his pack. Those were mostly emergency supplies and the tools and bottles needed to take the core samples for Louise. Then there were camping supplies needed spend four days in the woods. His meals were more like the old K ration than the MRE versions. He had one small can of something like beef stew and lots of snacks like cans of cheese products which did not need refrigeration. Peanut butter and Jelly was another one of his staples. He manufactured his own small containers to hold the peanut butter and jelly he bought in restaurant table sized containers single serving containers..

He decided to pack in a small bush ax, since he might be camping by a stream this trip. Ada and Louise were supposed to find him a camp ground as close as possible to the to the streams to be sampled.

There were none close, Regardless his plan was still to head out Tuesday. He could make the drive and set up camp between the two sites. The women had found a site only about ten miles from each site. It was a city owned campground so he had to adjust accordingly. His plan had to be changed, since he probably couldn't find a tree to hang his tent in a city park. He decided to use the tarp to make a shelter. Because of that he exchanged the hanging miner's tent for a PVC frame to use as supports for the nylon tarp.

Wednesday morning he would break camp then drive as close to the first sample site as possible. Make the sample, then drive on the second site along the same creek, walk in and collect a core sample for Louise. He planned to make as many samples as time permitted. 

Miles went to bed Monday night feeling that he was as prepared as possible for the next day.



Gold Diggers



CHAPTER 1

Rudely belching, Russell Matthews held up a finger signalling for another beer and Rosie with pink cheeks and a wide bottom arrived at the thick oak table and leaned over to deliver the pint of ale.

"Nice titties Rosie."

She pouted and said then why didn't had attempt to play with them like other regulars and he said she was too young for the likes of him to try going around the racecourse with her.

"But mom wouldn't want me being chased around the racecourse 'cos the racecourse is a place of evil with betting and violence and men crying into their beer because they've lost their week's pay and know what's in store when they get home."

"Not that kind of racecourse Rosie. I suppose it is a notional racecourse."

"Mr Matthews, I do declare you know much too much for the likes of me. You have a real way with words."

She went off, lifting up the back of her short skirt to show her panties were pink that day. Salt of the earth was Rosie. She knew how to please men. But as he'd tried to tell her if she took him on he'd tire before the finish. Well that was his theory to avoid messing with young tarts. Women become more discreet about lovers as they age.

Aye is was like young bulls chasing after skittish heifers and having to fight to get in whereas older bulls knew mature cows simply knew what was coming and, contentedly chewing cud, simply lifted their tails aside.

Bloody journalist. She'd spent half the day talking to him about his land holdings and farming methods and taking a good look abound and all that dumb-ass probing about profitability knowing she'd get nowhere on that. If she had tits perhaps he wouldn't have become so bored and that dumb photographer wanting him to try on different 'ats. Why couldn't he say hats like normal people did?

He went home grumpy from the pub but smiled when he saw Sarah his housekeeper was rolling dough. When she did that she operated almost in a trance and accepted him without question, like a cow with her tail held aside.

Russell went behind Sarah, unzipped, pulled up the tail of her skirt and pushed in under her panties and rutted until he finished, sweating.

Salt of the earth was Sarah. He even heard her say, as usual, thank you.

She continued rolling out pastry. How did she clean herself up? Did she even bother? Russell had no idea.

Next morning the truck driver who collected waste from restaurants and delivered it to Matthews Piggeries stopped as usual for a chat and handed over the morning newspaper.

"Won't hold you up this morning. You'll want to read all about yourself. Two whole fucking pages Rusty."

Two fucking pages? How the hell could that dumb bimbo fill two pages when talking to him less than an hour? The rest of the time had been spent walking about and driving over a couple of his other seven farms.

"What do you do with the semen that leaks down you legs," he wanted to say but if that turned Sarah grumpy he'd not be served good cooking for a week. So he just said, "Morning Sarah" as she plonked his coffee in front of him and muttered well it might be for some people.

He spread out the paper and found the story was the centrespread. Yes there were no ads and he swore when reading the heading, 'Call Me Rusty says Essex's Multi-Millionaire Mixed Farmer.'

When the hell had he told that skinny bitch he was a multi-millionaire? The bitch must have been on Speed. 

Russell read the story and photo captions carefully and sniffed in satisfaction. Quite well done really; he hadn't spotted a single error. She'd let the cat out of the bag when at the end of the story she'd written, "According to an accountant specialising in farming clients, a top practitioner like Mr Matthews intensely but prudently farming 3800 acres of prime Essex farmland would theoretically be hugely wealthy. Land holdings alone would place him in the multi-millionaire class."

Well that was okay. Farmers liked to cry poor to fend off angry complaints about them getting subsidies and other breaks. Well farming occurred at the whim of weather and everyone ought to know that. Profitability could go down the drain virtually overnight. The bad days in farming outnumbered the good days hugely, notionally by twenty to one perhaps.

The calls started as neighbours phoned to congratulate him on the story that was supportive of Sussex farming. They particularly liked the quotation. "If it weren't for subsidies land would be reverting to its natural habitat of swamps and broom and gorse to provide breeding grounds for Britain's most hated vermin after rats."

A retired barmaid from his old days of rampaging called to ask was he still dating? He slammed down the phone and yelled, "Whore."

Sarah arrived at the doorway and said, "What did you just call me?"

"Fat old Liz Ryan just called and had the gall to ask if I were still dating. I cut the call and you heard me salute her verbally."

"Well yes. A whore whose use-by date is well gone I should think."

Later when watching a mobile mechanic work on a huge £15,000 tractor to ensure used parts weren't fitted, Russell took a call from Lady Hamilton who invited him to dinner on Saturday and she said her daughter Susan would be there. He accepted but five minutes later realized what that was about... the Hamilton's were scratching for loans to keep their estate intact. He called back and apologized saying he was sorry but he would have to cancel because he was er due to have a rectum examination on Friday.

Lady Hamilton gave the impression she was about to vomit as she cut the call.

At 4:00 Russell carried out the routine of going to the local pub for a couple of pints and returning hoping to find Sarah making pastry. She seemed to make a hell of a lot of pastry, at it almost every afternoon.

At the pub he learned Rosie's mom must be able to read because she said her mom had read that Mr Matthews was filthy rich and that Rosie ought to marry him.

When he replied he would be too big for her, the sweet kid opened her mouth wide and said she had a wide mouth. He cried poor and said the newspaper had got it wrong; the fact was he was millions of pounds in debt.

"Oh you poor man. I'll ask daddy if he can help out."

Russell thought that would be unlikely because her dad washed cars for the local Ford dealer.

He arrived home to find Sarah was making pastry but her daughter was sitting beside her.

Damn.

"Mom wonders if you'd like to show me the new extensions to the barn.

Russell was completely sucked in and said right-tee-ho and they began walking off until Jennifer began telling him her favourite past time was screwing.

He stopped and clutched his heart and said, "What?"

"I think I'm passing a testicle."

"Omigod," she said and fled.

He returned to the kitchen and wishing to avoid a lousy meal being served he said, "Sorry Sarah but..."

"I know, you want someone closer to your age which is...?"

"Forty-six."

"Well come over here, I can't let you go without," she said, stopping the pastry rolling to pull up the back of her skirt.

Russell went to an agricultural machinery field day sponsored by a local firm, Ginter, Lupton, Shipwash. He was watching the operation of a giant hay baling machine he was thinking of buying when a kid's or a woman's arm slipped through his (it was a small arm) and then a French perfume of indescribable beauty assaulted his nostrils honed on farm muck.

He looked at the blue eyes and great teeth of Annette, Charlie Shipwash's youngest daughter. She wasn't much over thirty.

"Hi angel, still selling equipment to make poor farmers even poorer?"

"Well I say pull a condom over the heads of crying poor farmers like you and you'd still look like lying pricks," she laughed and Russell laughed with her.

"I guess after that big spread in the Post, gold diggers have come out of the woodwork to offer you never-ending sex and marriage or marriage and some sex?"

"Yeah a few."

"I suppose Lady Hamilton would be one of them?"

"Yeah one of the first."

"You've never been at me for sex and you've known me for ever."

"Yeah and now you're gold digging."

"The truth is Rusty this selling business is not all it's cracked up to be. If you could give me a couple of kids and leave me well-endowed when you've finished with me, one way of the other I would be very happy."

"That's the best offer I've had. You should know I'm dull."

"I know."

"I can't fuck all night any longer."

She giggled and said that was a relief.

"I get grumpy."

"Don't we all? You have heavy responsibilities. How many people do you employ permanently?"

"Forty-two including twice daily milking contractors this year. I'm looking to buy more machinery to try to get that number down a bit. Look I'm interested Annette. You have great tits. What about a try-out without obligation?"

"Yep I suppose so. We could go over to the hay barn now if you wish."

"What about a weekend in Paris?"

"Oooh Rusty, I can feel myself lubing already. I'll find you later and take you to lunch."

"What so your mom can get a memory fix on me?"

"Oh Charlie you are needle sharp."

"Actually it's Rusty."

"I know. Just testing for Dementia."

She walked away and Russell looked at her butt and thought that could take a pounding.

They went by airplane to France for three nights because she'd never done much flying but with all the extra travel to and from airports and traffic delays, air travel proved to be a poor option. As soon as they arrived Annette wanted to go shopping and Rusty wanted sex. She said sex could wait and left.

"Fucking gold digger," Russell grumbled, paid for the hotel room for the three nights, left her a note and went to the airport to catch the first available flight home. 

* * *

Russell's ringing phone awoke him next morning. It was Ida Shipwash who was crying and accused him of abandoning her daughter in France.

"Wrong, she abandoned me."

They argued and got nowhere and Ida screamed that it was a woman's prerogative to go shopping and he countered by saying not when she was his guest in an expensive trip to France.

"Annette feels abandoned in France."

"Well go over to her. I paid for the room for three nights before I left so if you go now you'll have two nights of free accommodation with her."

"Very well but I expect you to pay for my travel and associated expenses."

"Get fucked and goodbye Ida."

Charlie Shipwash called Russell a few minutes later.

"Er Rusty, I understand my women have caused you some upset."

"That's putting it mildly but nothing I can't handle."

"Um that big baler you were watching being demonstrated?"

"Yeah looked what I wanted but £72,000 is a lot of money."

"Look Rusty, you have been dealing with us for years and in view of the upset my women have caused do you think we could do a quick deal for £64,000?"

"Is the baler still at the demo site?"

"No but we can get it back there pronto but will need to condition the cut grass again. Say 1 o'clock today?"

"Great Charlie, I'll be there with Gavin my Cranston Farm manager who is my chief haymaker. I think we could conclude on that deal at that price... um providing we are offered an extended service contract?"

"Anything you say pal. Sounds good to me."

At the pub that afternoon after completing a very successful farm machinery deal, Russell sat at his table and Rosie came over with a pint of ale.

"Mom says all kinds of women are chasing you to become a permanent lodger in your bed."

"They need to be more than good at sex Rosie. They have to have good farming knowledge, be prepared to muck in when required, oversee management of the house and farms in my absence and enjoy chatting to me without being dominant, enjoy going to football and sleep when I sleep."

"It sounds like you require a miracle. The only bit of crumpet I can think of who's around the mid thirties to come close to those requirements is Eloise Dubois. But you won't like her because she thinks like a Frog although she came to live here from France when she was sixteen. She's now about thirty-six."

"Plump and red-faced and all the time thinks about food?"

"Do not prejudge her. She comes here each Tuesday for lunch. Come next Tuesday at 12:10 and I'll seat you at her table. She usually comes alone."

"Okay. Don't forget to flash you panties as you walk away.

Ah they were black lace today.

Russell drove home thinking well perhaps he ought to marry again. Heather his wife had died seven years ago, slamming her car into the side of a bridge when travelling too fast for the icy conditions. She'd been unable to have kids and they'd decided against adoption. If he married a young enough woman he might get a son or two to inherit the farms or more correctly his businesses. This babe Rosie was on about was around thirty-six, young enough to have kids but she was a Frog. They were nothing but trouble to a guy... stubborn, combative, fat and enjoyed their food far too much and he'd also heard French women peed standing up.

Nah he'd give the French fishwife a miss.

But on Tuesday Russell had twelve Charolais calves in a horse float behind his Defender and was approaching the pub and thought why not take a look at the chic. After parking he topped up the water troughs inside the float and went into the pub.

He looked around and couldn't see a fat Frog, er former Frenchwoman.

Rosie carrying a menu rushed at him and over-acted hugely.

"Oh Mr Matthews, taking a break from one of your big cattle round-ups today I see. Now where can I seat you? Ah over here with Miss Eloise Dubois."

Russell was pleasantly surprised. Eloise didn't look particularly French and she smiled pleasantly.

"Oh Eloise, this is this district's most successful multi-million dollar farmer Mr Russell Matthews. He's asked to be seated with you."

Russell could have throttled the loud-mouthed kid.

"Hi Eloise. Um I can sit at one of the empty tables."

"No Mr Matthews, please sit with me."

"A cocktail?" he offered.

"No thank you."

"Er Perrier water?"

"Oh how clever of you to think that."

"A bottle of Perrier water and my usual pint thanks Rosie."

"Certainly My Lord."

As Rosie left Russell said, "You must excuse Rosie. I believe she is attempting to set you up with me."

"I think so too."

"And I'm just a farmer like any other landowner around here."

"Yes of course Mr Matthews. So I take it that big newspaper article about you was a load of rubbish?"

Russell ran a finger around the inside of his collar.

"Um actually it was a very accurate story. I shall not lie to you Miss Dubois."

"And why are you now addressing me formerly?"

"Because you chose not to call me Russell. My mother taught me etiquette."

"Oh forgive me Russell or may I call you Rusty?"

"Either way but I like the way you pronounce Rusty with slight amusement in your voice."

"Yes Rosie told me you have an interesting way of saying things. Actually I did think of rusty nails when I said Rusty."

"You mean Rosie had spoken to you about me?"

"Yes she has. She said you were interested in dating me."

"But you are too young. God she shouldn't have said that. Where is my beer?"

"Here My Lord," Rosie said, arriving with the tray.

They watched her serve and said thank you and watched her walk away and when Rosie flipped up the tail of her skirt to expose aqua panties Eloise giggled and said, "That girl obviously enjoys your company. I bet you flirt with her outrageously."

"Um I might but I've not laid a finger on her."

"I should hope not. At thirty-four am I too young for you?"

"Rosie said you were thirty-six."

"Ah so Russell, you have conspired with Rosie to set this up to give you a chance of dating me?"

"Not quite. She said you lunched here Tuesdays and it would be a good opportunity to meet you. I can't recall it going beyond that."

"And so how did the subject of me come up?"

"You might not like this."

"Be a gentleman and allow me to be the judge of that Rusty."

"Well Rosie's mom told her since the publication of that article all sorts of women have been chasing after me to join me in bed. Her mom reckoned they'd need to be more than good at sex to please me. Further, the woman of my choice would have to muck in and be prepared to manage when I was away and enjoy chatting to me without taking over and like going to football matches and sleeping when I sleep."

Eloise said, "I'm surprised you didn't specific big breasts and a small butt."

"Um I thought that but didn't say it."

"Oooh an honest man. Go on."

Rosie cocked her head in thought and then said I appeared to want an angel and the only person that would come close to my specifications would be Eloise Dubois but I wouldn't like her because she thinks like a Frenchwomen although you had lived in England since coming here when you were sixteen. She said if I came here at lunchtime on Tuesday I might meet you here, and here I am."

Eloise said, "Well all I can say this is incredibly interesting, being discussed like a piece of meat by a waitress and a randy farmer in his late forties."

"You misunderstand," Russell countered. "I was asked to specify the type of woman who might interest me and gave it and Rosie thought about that and said you were the nearest woman she could think of who came near to fitting that specification."

"And my breasts, do that fit your specification?"

Too late. Russell stared at them without thinking and when he looked up Eloise was glaring at him icily.

He groped to appease. "No they are too perfect."

"What?" she said and looked astonished, as if he were some breast size and shape guru.

Feeling he was out of his depth and no longer accepted, Russell said, "I shall move to another table."

"Don't you dare. This is one of the few conversations I've ever had with an adult male that actually intrigues me. You did discuss me like a piece of meat, own up or I'll know you are a liar."

"I did not regard you, sight unseen, as a piece of meat and be very careful about calling me a liar."

"Or what?"

Not in the mood to back down he said, "Or I might thump you."

"Omigod, a weather-beaten middle-aged farmer who thinks like a Knight of old."

"Laugh away, I won't become distressed."

"I would not laugh contemptuously over that. I find it immensely cute. God in this age of men becoming pussy-footed here is you, a guy who would consider hitting me."

"Are those good grounds for accepting an invitation to date me?"

"I'll consider that," she said, as Russell topped up her water glass.

"Thanks," she said and smiled. "Are you still reasonably sexually active?"

He said with a sigh, "Of course but I can no longer go all night."

She giggled and said thank god for that and that made Russell think he'd heard that before. Had modern women lost the ability to go the full distance?

They talked on, both aware that young Rosie was keeping close watch on them.

Finally Russell said he must go. He had a load of calves outside in a trailer.

"A British breed no doubt, Angus?"

"Charolais actually."

Eloise smiled and said he really was an interesting guy.

"Why?" he said. "Because I cart around Belgian livestock?"

Being French of course she knew the origin of Charolais cattle. "And because you are a tease."

He waited till Rosie had disappeared into the kitchen and stood and said he must go.

"Leave your card with me please."

He handed one over and left wishing he could kiss her but a young woman like that might vomit at being publicly humiliated.



CHAPTER 2

"Well?" said Rosie, hands on hips.

Eloise smiled and said quite a surprise package really.

"Then you might see him again?"

"I might. Thanks for the introduction love."

Eloise drove home in her Toyota Hilux pickup, aware it needing replacing. But the farm was for sale and her uncle was in no mood for spending on farm vehicles. 




Gold Diggers



She'd had come to England as an orphan to live with her aunt and uncle in Essex when she was sixteen, after her parents and brother had drowned at sea. Their small runabout boat was swamped in rough weather. 

This meeting with Farmer Matthews could be very timely. Her future employment appeared uncertain and she could do with a new romance. Although Rusty was a bit old for her, if he were satisfied with the sex he might give her a job as a farmer manager or as an assistant farm manager until a farm manager's position became vacant. She'd been managing her uncle's farm for almost ten years.

Her uncle Ted Archer knew Rusty and when he was reading the article about Farmer Matthews in the newspaper had said that guy was one of the best farmers around – pigs, sheep, dairy, beef, cropping. The lot. Well not fruit or vegetables as far as Uncle Ted knew.

She'd not told Rusty that her Uncle Ted knew him, the distant neighbour who had a French wife, and Rusty had not asked her did she have a farming background and ask where did she live.

She kept thinking about him claiming he would consider thumping her for calling her a liar and then saying unabashed that he could no longer fuck all night. Now how many guys would admit to that?

Eloise decided she really was interested in Farmer Matthews.

She called him that night at 8:30.

* * *

Russell was deep in thought when his phone yielded a most unlikely caller. He'd not expected her to call, believing she'd asked for his number out of politeness.

"Hi, I suppose you are watching a filthy DVD?"

"No Eloise I prefer the real thing. Actually I'm in the bath. As you called I was contemplating my navel and thinking about you."

"About me? Why because of my skill in conversation?"

"Well I suppose you want me to say I was impressed by the look of your tits and width of your smile. Actually I was quite delighted you made no attempt to hit on me. Since that article appeared in the newspaper about me I've had ten gold diggers swoop in motivated to mine my mythical fortune."

"I wouldn't regard you as a husband."

Russell sounded a mite disappointed when he replied oh really and then asked tersely would she regard him as a possible lover? 

He was aware if the reply was a rejection, he'd be done for.

"I might. I have no one at present."

Aiming to focus her thinking he said, "I'd welcome your company."

She laughed and said why wasn't she surprised.

"Probably it's because I managed to appeal to you a little."

She said yes she'd concede that.

"And?"

"Well I'm calling aren't I?"

"Yes and that's a healthy sign, one of possible great expectations."

She asked was he coming on to her and he said to be frank yes he was.

"Good."

"Do you mean that Eloise?"

"I believe so."

"Good."

She laughed and said she was curious why he hadn't asked about where she lived and worked.

"I didn't have to. As soon as Rosie mentioned your name I knew who you were. I know almost every adult who lives within twenty-five miles of where I live because I trade with many of them and regard those whom I haven't yet dealt with as prospective clients. I knew you were Ted and Brigitte Worth's niece and manage their farm that's up for sale. Ted and I go a long way back. We first met at stock sales and he later married a sexy French woman."

"How interesting and I can say my aunt is no longer sexy."

"Well advancing age takes away more than sexiness. You'll have a full appreciation of that from the shorter life cycle of farm animals."

"That I do and that's even more philosophy from the interesting Farmer Matthews. Do you really know much about farming or are you carried by your managers?"

"I know things, they know things and we work together, hopefully in harmony. So you're interested in sex?"

"Oh god, you English can be so brutally frank."

"And your ability to cope with me tells me a lot about you."

He could hear her possibly working up to her climax and waited alertly, not unlike a hunter.

"Well if you want sex you'll have to date me and convince me I need it from you."

Well who was the hunter? He'd call it a draw but he had one shot left.

"As good as done. What about accompanying me to Paris this weekend to look around and to rut?"

Well that caught her napping. He could almost hear her tits flapping.

"To France? You want to take me to France?"

"Yes and why not?"

"But you are English. You should resent that I'm French."

"Does Ted resent you being French?"

"No of course not. He married a Frenchwoman, my aunt."

"Well then, you have now learned I enjoy some flexibility in my thinking and that my attitudes are not necessarily parochial."

"God that was a mouthful and probably goes some way to explaining why you have the reputation of being one of the best farmers around. I think you and I coming together is an omen."

"What sort of omen?"

She giggled and said she had no idea.

Russell now suspected she was the most sophisticated of all the gold diggers but he'd decided he wanted her and that was that. He'd never claimed to be a perfect decision maker.

Ted remained hiding, or he might have been out on the farm, when Russell called on Friday morning to pick up Eloise. She came out with a travel bag, followed by Brigitte who looked at Russell and scowled and said in an exaggerated accent, "What you are doing with my niece makes you a dirty old man."

She spat on the ground.

"And good morning to you Brigitte," he grinned and added with exaggerated flourish, "And good morning to you dear one."

"Bah," Brigitte snorted and turned to go indoors but returned when told to greet Russell civilly.

"Good morning Russell."

"Good morning Brigitte. Never fear. I shall treat your niece like a princess and will take her shopping."

"Well at least that makes you half a gentleman," she said stiffly.

They caught the train into London and then went by tube to St Pancras and after having coffee it was time to board the 2:15 Eurostar to Paris. They travelled premier class and arriving in Paris, Russell remembered the travel hassles of his previous trip and thought flying from where he lived, fairly close to London but on the wrong side of it for airports, was not the best option. Train was the way to go.

Eloise was excited although she'd been to France several times in recent years but never like this. She just adored the handily situated luxurious boutique hotel.

Russell adored feeling her excitement and decided to be kind.

"Shall we walk and look at things and you visit shops?"

She looked dismayed. "But what about sex... I thought we should have sex first?"

"Oh I must not disappoint you," Russell smiled thinking wasn't she just so gorgeous.

For a start she hadn't dressed to look like his daughter or juvenile mistress. She was bound to have some dressy clothes but instead she'd come in tight blue jeans, brown boots, a mustard top, her hair brown hair cascaded unrestrained and she wore a cute leather cap. She looked exactly like he suspected a much younger wife would dress.

"I'm so excited," Eloise said, ripping off her clothes. "Do you have a big dripping dick for me?"

Did he have what?

Russell raced to undress but his hands shook and he slowed in getting his belt unfastened.

"Oooh that really is a big dick," she cooed and he attempted to draw in his beer belly as he walked toward her, arms outstretch. Had he shaved his face? Oh yes he'd that that morning and had then clipped the hair around his groin and balls.

Her skin was olive, her body appeared firm and the good-size tits showed little sag. God she was beautifully bundled.

She held out her arms for the imminent embrace but he stopped short and kissed the back of her left hand and then the elbow.

"Omigod, careful. You'll make me come too early."

"You'll never come too early for me providing you keep coming," he leered, and she giggled.

They embraced. She was almost as tall as he was but she had longer legs and so in closing in the embrace, his erection only just missed entering her pussy. Neither of them commented on that.

Her tits flattening against his bare chest signalled to his balls but he choked that continuing signal by saying she had lovely hair and fondling it. Danger of an unfortunate far too early ejaculation was over for the moment. It surprised Russell that he'd come to the brink so readily; these days he tended to take longer to get off but then she was extra dishy. She was a nubile princess.

She dropped to her knees.

Oh no, he almost bleated.

But she was soft and slow and that was appreciated and he assisted by trying to remember all the cattle sale prices he'd read in the newspaper early that morning.

But then stupidly he looked down right into her hazel eyes that were fixed on him, big and wide and he ejaculated.

She spluttered, coughed and spat and wiped her dripping mouth.

He waited for the tongue-lashing but all she said was, "Wow." He couldn't believe it.

Eloise was still breathing heavily, so he paused and she asked how did he acquire his farms?

"My father had a heart attack when I was seventeen. He had three farms and lasted a year and I'd left school to work for him. He didn't trust his two farm managers working unsupervised and so appointed me general manager. Mom died that winter, a victim of cancer and he died in the late spring when there was so much work to do but fortunately the two managers and I had learned to respect one another and we got through that hard part of the year okay. I sold the farm that was not as productive as the other two when prices were high and when they'd fallen I succeeded in getting a private loan at only one percent above the commercial lending rate and have never sought a bank loan ever since despite their managers coming cap in hand and offering me money at half a percent below the commercial rate."

"So by then you'd proven yourself and your private lender was happy to advance you money at the commercial lending rate and over the years you purchased your other farms."

"Yeah end of story."

"Good then fuck me."

Russell leapt at her and she squealed and as he pulled her heels over his shoulders and began pumping she yelled, "Yes, oh yes. Give it to me hard. I'm long overdue for a robust fucking."

Wow.

Russell thought he'd performed magnificently and she appeared more than satisfied.

They showered and went out.

"I'd like to buy your something," he smiled.

"My first choice is sexy lingerie. We are in Paris."

He pushed his luck, "What about an engagement ring?"

She stopped and looked at him gravely. "Please give me time Rusty. It's a big decision for me and I have no wish to make a mistake."

"I accept that and understand. You also have your farm to consider. Ted is not looking particularly robust and although Brigitte still looks as if she could work dawn to dusk, she will be dreaming of a sale and a return to France."

"Yes, that thinking is spot on. Would you consider buying the farm?"

"Nope. My strategy is to own and operate farms in close proximity. Their farm is around twenty miles away from my nearest farm to them."

"And that's good thinking."

"I noticed the listing price and I have walked the property on two field days in the past. I would tell your aunt and uncle to hold out and not drop their asking price as a going concern by more than five thousand quid."

"Should I tell Uncle Ted that?"

"Sure but he won't be interested in my opinion."

"Oh yeah?"

Although the cost of the trip left a hole in Russell's pocket, he knew it was worth every penny. On the train home Eloise had burbled that it had been her best holiday ever and the sex had been fantastic and he was such a darling to be with.

That convinced Russell when the farm solved Eloise would come to live with him. Pete Bradley was past retiring age and managed the farm on which Russell lived. He'd pay Pete off with reasonable notice and give Eloise that farm to manage.

They arrived at Archer Farm and Brigitte came running out, took one look at Eloise who was dressed in the same clothes she'd worn when she left on Friday, and said, "Oh my goodness, just look at you. Your face is as pretty as a picture."

Russell was invited to stay for dinner and accepted.

They had a lovely evening.

Two days later he went to a town on the far side of Archer Farm and took the selling agent to lunch, warning her he wanted to talk business but didn't wish to buy anything.

"That's okay, I've always wanted to meet you because of your awesome reputation around these parts. According to what I've been told, there's nothing about farming worth knowing that you don't already practice."

"Are you attempting to come on to me?"

"No," she giggled. "And I'm happily married and you've already said you wished to take me to lunch so I don't have to weasel to get you to offer to pay."

They got on very well and enjoyed lunch and when coffee was served Jenny said, "Are you going to tell me what this meeting is about? Is this how you buy your farms, by stealth?"

He grinned and said he wanted to assist her sell a farm and pulled a draft advertisement and said the property he was thinking about was Archer Farm.

Jenny read the advertisement carefully and said, "This contains wonderful information but there's not selling pitch and nothing at all about potential."

"And your firm's ads had incorporated selling pitch and fancy descriptions about potential?"

"Yes."

"And have you found prospective buyers?"

"No."

He grinned and she blushed and he continued. "I suggest you run my ad say four times in each newspaper you are using and also as your window display ad and use the wordage for your on-line listing. I'll pay for the advertising; I want that farm to sell so I can offer a farm manager's job to Ted Archer's manager, Miss Dubois."

"I see. Well you won't have to pay because there is sufficient money in the sales promotion account contributed by the vendor. And he's suggested I change the wordage as you call it. Why should this particular pitch work?"

"Well because it's not a pitch. It's a description that describes the farm and soil types and general productivity in a factual manner, just as any careful buyer would want explained to him/her before deciding to make an inspection."

"And you can guarantee it will work?"

"No of course not. Like you I only think I know what's in the mind of prospective buyers. But if you have not received a single offer within six weeks of the first appearance of this advertisement, published unchanged, then I will hand you one thousand pounds cash."

"Golly you amaze me Russell with your self-belief. Very well, let's try it your way."

Two weeks later a thrilled Jenny called Russell to advise that Ted Archer had three offers on the table and that evening when Russell met Eloise at a country restaurant for dinner, she told him the same thing and that all were good offers and now the agent could work those prospective buyers to push up the final bid."

"That's excellent news, the market must have turned for the better."

"I don't think so Rusty. It's simply because the estate agent tried a different pitch and it worked."

"Well that's excellent. Will you come and work for me?"

"Work for you?"

"Yes as replacement manager on the farm on which I live."

"God I'd love to hear a proposal about that."

Russell leered, "First of all would you consider having regular sex with the boss?"

"Oooh yes. I take it we'd be living in the same house. Tell me more. Greater detail about the proposed sex and where I would sleep are of particular interest to me."

THE END



Gold Eyes



A gift for a long lost lover.

Lex's husband was working late again. He tended to do that a lot. Early in the marriage they had sex regularly. She enjoyed it and she was happy to put a special effort in little outfits and romantic evenings leading to warm sexy nights. But after that first year they were already growing apart. He'd get home later and later. She'd on several occasions bought a naughty outfit of sheer lace and silk only to wait for him on their marital bed until she simply fell asleep. Alone. 

Lex was lonely. It had started innocently enough- she wasn't looking for some one to cheat on him with. But she'd stared facebooking old friends and lovers. She didn't communicate with any of them. Lex fancied herself a a loyal and loving wife. She simply wondered- what happened to that guy with the really cool car in high school? What was happening with Carl- they'd had fun. What about that girl she'd always joked about 'experimenting' with- though they never did go through with it. Occasionally, her mind and cursor would wander and she started to masturbate. She surprised herself as she learned more about what her tastes were for when she was alone six nights a week surfing the Internet.

Her thoughts on sex were in their way innocent. She liked the idea of a gentle lover. She liked being caressed and that was usually what she got. She'd always enjoyed it but sometimes she'd wander about something a bit more extreme. 

It was another night alone. She was in her usual pajamas. A simply t shirt from some fun run she'd done. She liked to jog to keep in shape for her less than grateful husband. She also had on a pair of simple gray yoga stretch pants. Soft and familiar but tight enough that when she saw her reflection she thought she should get a little more attention. She was in bed early that night. She was in bed early most nights. She had some soft music playing and her left hand on her right breast.

Her laptop on the night stand was being ignored now as she let her hands run over her body. Down her stomach between her thighs. She didn't bother stifling her little moans and squeaks. She started rubbing herself over the yoga pants- her fingers beginning to spread herself. She was on her back with her hips slowly rolling up to meet her hands. She felt herself getting more and more excited. Soon she'd need to start undressing. 

Lexs' eyes were shut tight. Her upper teeth biting down just a bit hard on lip. She started to roll the pants down her thighs. Her legs were silky smooth and vaguely muscled. With her yoga pants constricting her ever so slightly at the knees she moved back to her pussy. She didn't bother with her panties. T backed bikini cut. Another detail often gone unappreciated. She felt a subtle moistness as she made long strokes with two fingers. She wasn't in a hurry tonight by any means but she was getting close surprisingly fast tonight. She sighed gratefully as she stopped teasing and pressed into herself.

She was very wet now and there was an steady slick sound coming from her as she moved a little faster in and out. She was nearly there. Her hips bucked, as they always did just before her body shuddered in a small orgasm. She didn't stop touching herself but slowed as she tired to force her fingers a little deeper knowing what she'd really like. She found herself on her side with her legs pressed tightly around her hands as they greedily tried to reach deeper into her sex.

"That was very nice. Have another."

She was surprised by the sudden voice. Her eyes opened and she froze. She was so startled she didn't even take her hands from between her thighs.

In front of her was a largish man in a dark suit and tie. His hair was vaguely long and smoothed back. His face was just barely handsome and his shoulders broad. His eyes were very dark and she couldn't decide if they were very brown or simply black. Either way Lex was certain she could make out flecks of gold in them. She was certain of the gold as they seemed to flash. She was too shocked to speak and and too scared to move.

"That was tremendously entertaining. Please. Don't stop."

"Who are you?"

"Hardly matters. Please continue."

She gulped hard but couldn't seem to pull her fingers out of herself. They weren't moving now but she was so frozen that they still pressed firmly in her pussy.

"Mm-my husband will be home soon."

"You know that isn't true. He won't be back for almost half an hour."

She didn't know how but he was right. She had planned for that as she knew he didn't like to come home to that. He was happy with her being asleep when he got home.

"I- I'll call the police!"

"You can't even move. How do you expect to call the police? And if I wanted to stop you there'd be nothing you could do."

There was the threat. She knew he was right. She couldn't move anything but her eyes and he was between her and the telephone.

"Please. Continue. Your movements and sounds are wonderful."

She didn't respond to that.

"And you have a very beautiful body. I'd like to see it again."

Some part of her is screaming 'do it. Maybe he'll go.' another 'scream for help'

"Please."

She almost surprises herself as her hands pull forward and instead of away from herself they press back. Her fingers slipping in again with a small slipping sound. His eyes flash gold again.

At her heart she'd always found exhibitionism erotic but hadn't really experienced it at all in the last few years. She couldn't help finding some arousal in a stranger watching her with clearly rapt attention. 

"It's all right. You can roll onto your back. I know you prefer that."

She obediently does so now that she's building up steam again. On her back she at first nervously spreads her thighs just a bit to give her hands room to explore and rub. After a moment her eyes begin to close to slits and she doesn't care for anything but the feeling coming from her pussy so she spreads her thighs as wide as she can with her yoga pants still around her ankles. She whimpers a little and licks her lip again. When she looks back at him he is still watching her with rapt attention. She thinks he may have licked his lips once.

She throws her head back as she feels her hips buck into her hands again but the orgasm doesn't come. She keeps rubbing, her body wanting it, and her pussy throbbing to oblige but it doesn't come. She tries to kick out to get the yoga pants off, thinking it's getting in the way. The man with the gold eyes moves to the foot of the bed and quickly grabs the yoga pants and tears at them leaving material dangling from each of her ankles. She spreads her legs wide and starts to rub very rapidly now. She's still looking at him as she see him remove his jacket and tie. 

"You need to come now."

From this angle his eyes are flashing constantly.

"G-g-get out of here..." She forces herself to say it. Her fingers still moving.

"You are especially beautiful now. Wracked with pleasure." He unbuttons his shirt revealing a muscular chest. He doesn't remove it.

"You need to leave..." Her voice doesn't some commanding.

"I can't. You aren't satisfied. And I can tell you'd give anything for that now."

She whimpers in response as he removes a leather belt and lets his pants drop. He wears no underwear and his rapidly hardening dick bobs- it's big. As big as her favorite toy that she keeps hidden from her husband below the bed. If he wasn't there Lex would have flung herself under the bed and retrieved it as she was still cresting just before her orgasm. His shoulders, his chest, his cock. Every part of him screams power. Oh, god no- she wants him.

He slips out of the shirt and approaches the bed. He takes her ankles which makes her jump or maybe makes her hips buck again. He pulls her to the edge of the bed and looks her up from her hands and pussy over her belly, over her breasts, and up to her eyes.

When their eyes meet she can't think straight. The loud juicy sounds of her fingers and pussy are the only sound now. The only sight is his body and the only sensations are her hands and his. His hands seem very warm like they'd been warmed by a fire. 

His arms are thick and muscular. She's ashamed to say that she likes the power he has in being able to pull her body forward with ease. She wants him to force her. She feels like such a whore thinking it- but she wants him force himself on her. He puts his hand on her waist and pulls her waist to meet his. That one hand is large enough and strong enough to raise her off the bed. This angle is ideal for his cock to bury itself into her in one powerful thrust.

"Oooooh! Fff-fuck!" She can't help but shudder and scream through gritted teeth as she feels him fill her so completely. He doesn't hesitate and pulls his cock mostly out and forcing it back in to her. 

"Come for me!" His voice is deep and shaking. Lex feels her hips bucking in rhythm to his thrusts.

"Yes! Fuck me!" His arms lift her from the bed and easily pressing her whole body up and down on his thick member. She blindly claws at his back holding on tightly

"Come for me!" 

She's lost in pleasure and his dark gold eyes. She realizes something terrible on the fringe of her mind- the part that isn't screaming -

"Fuck me. Harder! God! Just like that!"

He forces it to rise out of her like a flood. She starts coming long and hard. Moaning and thrashing as he continues to drive into her over and over. On the fringes of her mind she can dimly hear the door open. His hand raps around her throat and she doesn't care about anything else. She's lost and she doesn't care if she's caught just so long as he keeps slamming into that spot!

He lowers her to the floor by the bed and she falls to her knees shakily- wracking orgasms driving out of her cunt. He cradles her head with both hands as he shoots his warm jizz over her face and lips. Long strings of heat splash against her tits. The last things Lex would remember would be the feeling of the almost searing hot streak of lust on her face and the door to her bed room opening as she feels a quivering after shock and passes out. Delirious and exhausted.

Suddenly she's in bed. She'd been asleep on her side her legs pressed tightly together pinning her hands against her pussy. Her fingers were still deep in her pussy. She felt the slick warmth still between her thighs. The lights were off now and she had a cover over her. She was about to move when she realizes her husband has just sat down on the bed. He patted her once on her head absentmindedly. She was almost relieved he didn't notice she wasn't wearing pajama bottoms with her breath slowing from an intensely erotic dream. Until she noticed on the floor by her head she could see her pajama bottoms. They were just off to the side on the floor. They were crudely shredded. Lex was not sure what to think; even less so when she realized a slick warmth sliding down from her cheek.