I'll ask him where it is and we go dig it up. It's that simple."He had Rachel's complete attention. "How and where we sell it will to be the tricky pa...t. We don't want anything traced back to us. We can sell locally in limited quantity. We can also smuggle gold out of the US and sell it on the foreign markets. With money from the gold sales, what we get from the security program and a few other things, we can raise all the money we need. Our problem is that we have to be careful it doesn't all. Inside it looked like a place a dentist would be quite comfortable in. it just didn’t have a drill or one of those spittoons with water constantly running in it. It did have an overhead light on an arm that he could direct where he wanted. The chair was higher than a dentist chair. More like a barber or beauticians chair, the more modern kind.“If you will just climb up in the chair...”Dezi whipped off her slip and Paul almost shit. She climbed up and sat down in the chair as if she was a queen. "They're just smart shoes. Very expensive but boring. Nothing worth looking at."When we arrive at her dorm, I'm reluctant to say goodbye. The talk about what other things turn me on had made me feel amorous again."Will I see you next week?" She asks, turning towards me.I gaze over her shapely legs to the hem of her short skater dress and her curvaceous hips and breasts. She's truly irresistible, and I lean forward and kiss her aggressively, hoping she gets the hint that I don't want to leave. We both knew that there is more to come, heck we both wanted there to be more.It was evident in the way we stared at each other while she was running down the stairs. I said nothing, just grinned and waved back.***There is more to come.I have been a regular visitor to the ISS since my teenage years. I loved fantasizing about myself in the wonderful stories that other authors write here.I was a shy boy with a dirty mind. I am now a grown man with many facets of personality and the ISS stories.