Are you sure it was tons?” Pip asked looking over at Chom.“Well, it might have been pounds,” Chom said after a minute of thinking about it.“I ...on’t remember it was pounds. Are you sure it was pounds?” Pip asked.“It might have been ounces,” Chom said.“That sounds a little better,” Pip said.Chom said, “Now that I think about it, he might not have had much gold at all.”“I think you’re right,” Pip said.“So do I need a lot of gold or not?” Sean asked.“Definitely,” Chom said sounding confident in his. I am going to attach her story to this letter. Here is her story.Amanda's Last LoverAngel girlI am going to start this story by telling all of you, [my friends] that I have finally met the man of my dreams. I'm going to give the plot away right at the beginning, because there is no plot. I am going to bore you to death telling you about this wonderful man. Okay, I might add a little sex but that's only because he is everything I have ever dreamed of.P.S. Did I tell you I am the happiest girl in. I realised quickly that I was tied upsecurely ? I couldn't move. I couldn't move however hard I tried. Icould tell that something wasn't right. My vision seemed different. Thebang on the head? The taste in my mouth? Blood? Or what? I coulddefinitely smell perfume. Was that lipstick I could taste? As I movedmy head I noticed out of the corner of my eye a lock of brown hair.Long brown hair. Something was very wrong.I could begin to feel a number of sensations. Weight on my chest. Astrap across my. The sensations were wonderful and I arched up against his mouth. Electric shock shot to my sex each time he took a nipple into his mouth or rolled it between his fingers. I plunged my hands into his hair, which felt curly to the touch. His hands began to move down my stomach. Very slowly he made his way to the waist band of my shorts. My fingers clenched and unclenched in his hair, over and over again. His mouth soon followed the trail his hands had made. I felt his hot lips and tongue on my.