The bookie made a beeline for a betting window and placed a small bet on the horse. Again, even though it was another long shot, the horse won the rac.... He collected his winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse the Priest would bless next.He bet big on it, and it won.As the races continued the Priest kept blessing horses, and each one ended up winning.The bookie was elated.He made a quick dash to the ATM, withdrew all his savings, and awaited for the Priest’s next blessing that would. Looking up at me she asked, “Will you have intercourse with me now?” “It’s called fucking. Say it. I want to hear you say it!” I answered back. “Will you fuck me now?” Claire asked. “Sweetie, I’m not twenty five. You are going to have to wait a while for me to fuck you. In the meantime lets see how many times we can make you cum.” I replied as I stepped back and began to help her off the couch. Claire stood and I watched juice from her pussy drip unto the floor. I took her hand and led her. The fact it inconvenienced everyone else wasn’t the issue. I was the one to complain, so I had to pay to get it fixed.”“Did they fix it?” Rose asked.“Not until I paid,” Olson grumbled.“It’s a wonder anyone gets anything fixed,” I replied.“The King only gets concerned if it annoys him,” Reilly added.“You need to be careful Master Dover, walls have ears,” Rexel said dourly.“How long do you think it will take the King to have one of his lackeys down here once he hears Lord Horn has arrived?”. "A map, maybe?" I guessed, looking at the arbitrary placement of characters. "It's much too early to be a mathematical log or governmental record, and you are right the fact its in writing indicates this isn't an Incan work. The writing itself is fragmented, broken in places." I glanced at the floor surrounding the writing, noting pieces of jadeite and clay fragments. "Not agricultural, due to the leftovers on the floor." I bent down and picked up a piece, holding it to the light. "The jadeite.