"You didn't upset me, Mark. Like I said I thought of it as a compliment," she put her hand on his thigh to reassure him. "Besides... it looks like you... friend is paying me a compliment as well!" she said smiling. Now he was really embarrassed. "Oh my god! Oh I'm so sorry!" he said, moving away and then standing up quickly. "Please come back Mark," she said softly, "and don't be embarrassed, please. It's quite flattering, actually." Angela held out her hand to him and Mark returned, taking her. I dug in the lowest spot and looked through the sand. I found several nuggets the size of my thumb. Excited I looked further upstream. I found a quartz outcropping and saw a vein of gold laced quartz at the edge. I tried to pick out as much of the gold as possible but couldn't get to most of the exposed gold without a pickax. Defeated in my attempt to get the gold out, I still managed to fill both front pockets with nuggets and gold-laden quartz that had fallen off the outcropping. I marked the. Rhonda waited for Tom to speak.After all, it had been his idea to call her. He said, "Are you still mad at me?"Rhonda looked at the receiver, baffled by his question. Was she mad at him? Was this the Tom Alley she knew? His voice sounded too insecure for a senior who'd had "hundreds" of girlfriends. A few weeks before she would've asked him the same question. It seemed as though the tables were turned."Rhonda, are you listening?" Yes... I was just thinking..." About?" About your reasons for. They arrived back at the garage. Rita was a bit worried when she lookedaround. The garage was old and seemed to be held together by rust. She walkedalong side Vic as the old man took them to his waiting area. Rita lookedaround and saw that it wasn't much, but at least it looked clean. There was acouch, a coffee table with really old magazines on it, a TV and a sodamachine. She sat down and noticed a box of clothes next to the couch. Therewas pile of men's clothes in it. They seemed to be the.