Increasingly, Mary madeexcuses to lean toward me and across me, and I felt Mary press herbreasts against my arm. They were warm and firm. With th... excuse of making more drinks, Desiree and Tom wentinto the kitchen. We could hear them talking and laughing. Then theygot real quiet. Mary and I could hear the sounds of kissing. It soundedas if clothing were being taken off. I could hear my wife moan withpleasure. They were in the kitchen for quite a while. While we waited, Mary. I catch the scent of your perfume. Sitting in the still warm sand, waiting, watching you near, I feel my pulse quicken. Thoughts of your passion stirs my loins and begins the hardening. Rising to greet you, our lips meet and we kiss deeply, tongues dancing and probing. Your hot breath makes me feel on fire. I feel your body molding to mine, totally aware of your firm breasts and smoldering hips as I run my hands over your back and down to your tiny bottom. My big hands cupping you and pulling. I had journeyed north from Seattle to the Klondike as soon as I heard the whisperings of gold being discovered. I arrived in Dyea in January of eighteen-hundred and ninety-eight. All of my fellow passengers had the same dream. Pull that damned bitch called Gold from the ground, fill my pockets with her and return a rich man. She had held me in her grip, she was like a sickness. I was like a drunk following her siren’s song. I had sold everything I had and left my life behind. I had been told. We were approaching an alley and an old house with over-grown shrubbery. I reached in my pocket for the length of nylon cord I carried. She may have heard me when I was just a couple of feet behind her and she started to turn as I looped the nylon cord around her pretty neck. She managed one cry of panic before I cut off her air supply so I pulled her backward, off balance into the alley. I felt a searing pain as she slammed me in the kidneys with both elbows. Catching me off guard, she nearly.