” Ericha shook her head.The women finally had something tangible. The energy around them was leaps and bounds different than it has been for months....They smiled, almost not knowing that they were as all three of them ran down the stairs.“Level 3. We’re close.” Someone yelled.“Are you noticing anything weird?” A voice asked.“Yeah. There is no one here.” Ericha answered.“Good or bad. We’re about to find out.” Lindsay said as she stopped near the sight ‘level 1’. Her mark 1 rifle primed and ready. No one would let her drive so I was nominated to drive her home. The first problem was; try as we might, no one could find her top. So, using drunk logic, I had to give her my shirt.It was about a twenty-minute drive to her house. We had a little chit-chat, but nothing much was said. Becca said I needed to come in so she could give me my shirt. As soon as we stepped into the house she closes the door behind me, turns and peels off my shirt. She’s topless and pulls my mouth to her nipples. Soon. Nothing terribly exciting there then, but I knew it was nearing the time for the daughters to arrive home from school, so decided to stay put. As expected, after about a quarter of an hour, the younger of the two daughters came into the room, in her little school uniform, which comprised of a sweet lilac school dress, with white collar, white socks up to her knees and simple black shoes. As soon as she walked in, her daddy said something to her and although she looked a bit moody about it, she. 'Is it real?' she asked and Tom smiled. 'Oh yes, it certainly is. It's a Columbian emerald and if you look at it very closely – you'll probably need a magnifying glass – you will see a little crystal of salt. That was formed millions of years ago when the emerald came into being from the bowels of the earth, forced up by enormous pressure of steam and magma, the superheated steam dissolving salts from the surrounding rocks to become your emerald. They are scarcer than diamonds, size for size.