" You tended to either 'have an accident' or 'disappear' trying that one on. Having checked to make sure Debbie was upstairs and way out of earsho..., he dialled Bernstein's number. Just two rings. "Yeah?" Not a man to waste words. "Anderson here Mr Bernstein, Greg Anderson. Just calling to tell you......" Bernstein cut him off... "That you're making that payment tomorrow?...right Anderson?" What he would have given at that moment to have another bottle of bourbon on hand...even "Southern. Stepping around his front side, she stood on a small stool and rubbed her tits against his face, using her fingers to transfer her sweat and pussy juices to his moustache. When she finished, the juice was running down to his lips, and he was again moaning with excitement. The cruel wench laughed with delight, stepped off the stool, and stropped the whip on his hard cock while staring into his eyes. Her fingers ventured to her love button, and she watched the tears of frustration fall from his. His lips were plump and red and slightly parted. He was on his back and his hand was behind his head. She snuggled into the nook of his arm and relished in his warmth. He was shirtless and the blankets were pulled down to his waist. She drew her fingernails lightly across his chest, slowly circling each of his nipples. They immediately began to pucker. She looked at his face again, but he was still sound asleep. An evil smile spread across her face. Time to wake him up the right way, she. Lagniappe. Buried treasure. All we lacked was a big ‘X’ to mark the spot. The strongbox was iron, encased in a thick coating of rust and dirt, but we managed to get it open. Gold. A little something extra to go with this little country hilltop.By the time I got back from town with a stack of plastic tubs, Jay had the coins washed and stacked. We spent the evening cataloging them. Jay knows a little bit about how these things are valued. All I knew was that gold was gold and it’s twelve hundred.