”“Tell me about it,” she said, shaking her head. “Cowry shells were better because they were rare and you had to expend significant effort to ...et them, just like gold. That prevents an insane expansion of the money supply. Now? Fuckin-A, just turn on the printing presses and watch a pound of butter go from its historic price of a nickel to $3.00!”“You’re preaching to the hard money choir,” I grinned. “How long before you settle?”“I figure I’ll win the staring contest in a week or so.”“How is. "Thanks forkeeping my head straight - Mel." It was just like Mel. At times shecould be a real bitch, other times she was simply driven. But when itcounted, she could be the sweetest person in the world.A thought struck her, she picked up her phone and dialed Mel's extension."Just don't forget about Sunday!"Mel laughed over the phone. "Not on your life!"Mel hung up her phone feeling good. Flowers were a just the right touchsometimes. People didn't send them often enough. Her thoughts. I was nice seeing Victor after all these years. His once huge afro is now gone, replaced with a glistening shaved head. His 6’6” frame is still in excellent shape plus a few pounds. Then I remembered how much I used to tease him because his was so dark, I called him “blue-black” but he looked good. Vic welcomed me in the house, and told me how embracing being a gurl suits me. Victor complimented me on my dress, my new feminine figure and how I was “thick” in all the right places. After a. .." His expression challenged me, with a raised eyebrow his eyes fixed on my hypnotically as an outrageously sexy grin spread across his face. "Hello? Hello? Anybody in there?" A muffled voice enquired from outside the locked door. The excitement of the encounter and the risk of getting caught, made it so easy to accept his lust fueled challenge. "Do you want me to fuck you babe?..." "Do it!..." I urged, needing him so very much. I fought hard to prevent my pleasure from spiralling out of.