Once we get out of here, and Jane heads home, we’ll meet somewhere we can discuss what’s happening.”“Damn, I was hoping to catch that conversa...ion,” Samuel said. He was an older English gentleman, with curly dark hair and a graying mustache. His eyes had a continually appraising look about them. “I’m dying to discover how you received these injuries. He wouldn’t admit anything and we need to understand his risk of infection.”“I’m sure the odds are low. It’s not like we share the same. ”“Then be nice.” Her hand pulls away, dragging my warm juices across my hip.“No no, don’t stop.” A groan flows past my lips as my eyes open again. I turn to look at her, she’s already rolled over with the covers pulled up. “Now who’s not being nice.”“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Her giggle rings from under the covers. I pull the sheet back to witness her index finger In her mouth, like a lollipop being sucked for all its flavour. She looks up with those big brown eyes, innocent,. “Bob? Bob! Get in here quick!” She’d caught him on the toilet. He was still doing up his suspenders as he walked through the door. “What’s got you all riled up?” She pointed at me. “You tell him what you told me.” “Remember when I was reading all those books on geology and mineralogy? They taught me how to test an ore sample. One chunk of that tested out at just over twenty percent platinum.”There were just under thirty bags of ore already mined. It took us about a month to pack them all down. Moreover, I thought she was the one, he lamented as hethen spent several weekends nursing his sorrow with the mistress ofbooze, a possible servant of Dionysus. However, anyway, it was one daythat he met.... her."Oh hey there, sweetie! I see you sitting all by your lonesome, mind if Ihave a seat?" she had called out one night of a drunken haze. He hadlooked up to a red haired woman, likely around her late 30s or so, havingtaken her seat next to him at the bar. She looked dressed like she.