”One of the old men, shouted, “That may be true, but you’re known to spend them easy enough. Does that mean that we don’t have to accept your ...oubloons for purchases at our shop?”Another man said, “Bea, I’ll gladly exchange your doubloons for British Pound notes at the standard rate of seven and seven. I’d much rather have gold than pieces of paper any day.”At this point Elias Bertram knew he couldn’t win, so he agreed to Bea’s terms. He actually had the note in his shirt pocket, so he borrowed. "I'd better get back to work. It's almost time to start cooking the meat."Gordon arrived just past 5:30 that afternoon. Jake opened the front door to let him in."What do you say, Jake," he greeted as he looked around the entryway in appreciation. "Nice crib you got here." Thanks," Jake said, shaking with him. "It's a place to lay my head at night." And it all belongs to you?" Gordon asked."Well... some of it still belongs to the bank, but yeah, I am the registered owner."Gordon gave an. She was startled to hear. Opened her mouth to say something. I interrupted by ok no problem if you don’t trust your brother, and don’t love him. I started getting up by dislodging her.She made a face and urged me not get angry, don’t leave my bhayya, I am here to do anything to please my loving bro. You being elder to me you have to decide what is right or wrong. I trust you, you are the one whom I love by depth of my heart.These words put me in dilemma, when she thinks me as only dearest. His eyes lingered far longer on the underwear; “Be careful Daddy, don’t want to ruin it now!” his daughter offered breaking the spell.He looked up at his daughter’s face, her eyes seemed to be focused on her own reflection, but he wondered had they just moved away. He eased the zipper up carefully closing the back of the dress tightening it around the young woman’s body. It was tailored perfectly for her figure accentuating her hips and ass even with the flowing length and the neckline dipped.