I admitted that I had practiced and practiced dickering, but still felt that the system relied on lying to each other, something I didn’t like doing... Instead, I suggested that I would tell him where it was or take him there. The decision to open the gold field or not would be his alone. If he did open it, I felt that a quarter of what it produced was a fair price.“That’s a very fair offer ... I probably would have agreed to give you a third,” he replied, grinning.“You’ll need the extra to pay. We could almost touch them but not quite. But we would let them happen as they might. Not rush them, let our new place present its potential as we adjusted to it.But Mom had one new potential she was fidgeting with. Mom and I were snuggled up to Tim on the love seat in the family room. Very cozy but very nice, too. I could tell she was wanting to ask him, but wasn’t. I caught her attention and nodded, indicating Tim and encouraging her. Finally, “Tim, honey, I have a question or a request or …. But I kept doing it. After she moved out and took all herstuff I stopped. I still had the urges but never did it again. Not surehow I was able to stop but I did. So anyway that's why I'm telling you.Maybe it's a hereditary thing and I pased it on to you. Probably not butwho knows."Paul sat there not believing what he was hearing but it did help him torelax a little. But it was so weird listening to his dad tell him that hehas or at least had the same urges as he does. And that he was. A man dressed in an expensive looking suit with hair slicked back and plenty of gold around his fingers stood by the table, looking from Heather to Gregg and back to Heather again. Behind him, a woman with blonde hair and breasts so huge and obviously fake they bordered on the ridiculous stood staring somewhat vacantly into space."Raven? I almost didn't recognize you. What brings you back?" Pardon me sir," Gregg stuttered. "I think you must have her confused with someone else."The man gave.