I think I need to ease my way into letting people know of my good fortune. Even I will have to take time to accept what has happened."Ben said, "It's ...oing to be hard to keep back, but Beth and I will. This event is so wonderful that I want to yell it from the roof tops. I promise, I'll keep my mouth shut, just as I have all that money you came up with that you have down here."At the condo, the girls were in the getting ready to go out mode. All were fixing hair, doing nails, and primping in. As I chatted with her I'd look over at Sarah now and again to be sure she was watching. And she was. Another woman was a very curvy redhead. A few years younger than me...maybe early 30s. Lovely head of hair, and tits that were easily D, if not DD. As I say, nice and curvy. Not someone you'd describe as a BBW by any means, but, just, well, curvy. I've always been attracted to women who have a little extra (though Sarah was an exception). She was sweet, bright, and funny, and I thoroughly. ~oOOo~"WHAT THE HELL!" Came a voice. Bob woke, hearing the surprised yell of a museum worker, and found the lid had been opened. A man was staring at him with a shocked expression and, as Bob moved his body the man blanched, shock stopping him in his tracks at seeing the person in the case move. Bob started to apologise, thinking he was in serious trouble, but stopped in shock at the sound of his own melodious voice, which sounded just like that of the woman in his dream. As he started to climb. ‘That must be why it doesn’t get to ring.’ An attempt had been made to polish it, maybe several attempts. But never a complete job or anything close. Someone had rubbed some of the corrosion off the bottom of the bell and then, apparently, hung the bell back up, work unfinished. I tilted it, there was a thick piece of leather fitted inside, the bell would not ring unless it was removed. It looked very old. The clapper was also brass. I was dizzy up here. On a whim I unhooked the bell and.