"Jonas, I have some money available, and I wonder if it would be possible to purchase an interest in your bank? You have done such a good selling job ...hat I would like to join you in your dream." Dear Lady, gold is so scarce right now that I would do almost anything to get it, as long as it is not illegal or immoral! I would consider selling a portion of the bank to you, provided I was still the one to run it." Oh, I wouldn't think of taking over the management of the bank, I just want to. ’ ‘I was wondering if you’d remember someone by description. Someone who used to be in, a while ago.’ Harold frowned at me. ‘What, did they die?’ ‘No, they quit.’ ‘A deserter, nice.’ He held a cigarette between his lips, lighting it up. ‘Are you expectin’ me to chase up on this, or something?’ ‘No.’ ‘John’s memory’s always been sharper than mine. You can try, girl.’ ‘He’s a big guy. You know, not fat, just big. Six-four, or something. He came from Birmingham, he sorta looks like a Paki, you. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Lukas leaned closer to her, till finally he was only a hairsbreadth away from her. Her lips parted of their own accord, and he must have taken it as consent, for suddenly his mouth was hot against hers, his tongue plundering her and evoking feelings deep within her that she’d never felt before. Her hands crept up his still unclothed torso, twining themselves into his chest hair. His own hands grasped her waist, slipping under the red cloak and pulling her yet closer. Her thighs are nice and full, her calves are shapely, and her ankles are trim. Add to that a sort of round, dimpled face with an upturned nose, a generous mouth, sparkling dark brown eyes, and cinnamon-brown hair worn loosely waved, and you've got a woman who draws attention wherever she goes.Now a little about myself, to make the cast of characters complete. At the time the story has its beginning, I was a junior in high school. I was a very good student, near the top of my class. I was also a.