" She smiled when she said it, and we laughed with her, "It might turn out to be a lot more if prices destabilize."I was ready with that answer. "In a...out a month, when oil goes under thirty dollars a barrel, gold should explode in price, to about six-thousand an ounce, and the billion-seven will become almost seven billion. If we sell it back to the US Treasury, we can take the profit tax free, and put it to work, like we have the money from selling Nauru."The side benefit is that Putin and. "Let me tell you my problem," he said. "It is conventional in my country when a prince comes of age that his father provides him with the pick of the women of the village to become the start of his harem. Naturally we wish to continue the tradition even though we are here in your country, in exile." Naturally," I replied."But here in the west there is little understanding of our customs. I fear that our traditions are not accepted. The ways of our culture are not always honoured here. I believe. And worship me.” Said coach.I came over towards him and pulled his tiny shorts down and a giant whiff of a distinct gnarly stench of his man musk filed my lungs. My jaw dropped at the size of Coach’s cock. Coach took off his shirt and said “Come on bitch boi, it ain't gon' suck itself.”I started to slowly take off Coach’s jockstrap and his giant hard on boner came flying up, almost hitting me in the face. I smiled and looked Coach in his eyes as I started to slowly put my mouth of his manhood.I. I would have to settle for tomorrow.By the time I got home, I was sort of glad Lyn wasn't coming over. It seemed like all my afternoon teachers knew she wasn't coming over and so had piled on homework. Geometry, Biology, English. I sat down at my desk in my room and plowed through it, getting up finally in time to come down for dinner.Afterwards, I read and when Lyn called, we talked in general terms about school, particularly the geometry class, where we had the same teacher, just different.