Helen's eyes kept glancing down at her son's crotch. She almost felt sorry for him as she saw his confined penis pulse with need.Soon the two reached ... small clearing near the lake."Let's sit down here Mum." Oh, I don't want to get my shorts grass stained." Here," Mark said stripping off his shirt and putting it on the ground. He now stood beside her in his shorts and sandals, his strong chest bare."Wow," Helen said admiring her son's muscular chest. She squeezed her legs together and felt her. She didn't recognize any of them, except for the gold one shaped like a heart with purple enamel, featuring a gold silhouette of George Washington. She had seen his scars, but knew nothing about his service, since that was well before they met, and he never spoke of it. She sat on the dusty floor in the August hot attic and read each of the red-covered citations. The tears rolled down her cheeks at the one which described how he came to be wounded. Yes, James was a hero. She discovered that. He produced a jewellers eyepiece and squinted at it."Incredible diamonds," he gushed, "Have you ever considered selling them?" No, they were an anniversary gift from my late husband," I said, putting on my sad face."My condolences," he said, handing it back."Life must go on," I said, "So where else do your travels normally take you?" Mostly South Africa, Russia and Australia but also Dubai, Amsterdam and London. Vegas is just for the conference. I never achieve much here but my face has to be. If the financing for the outfitting of the factory can't be found the deal is dead.Carl smiled, "I don't know how you got this far. Do you have any ideas?" Yes. If I can talk the French into backing a loan for the machinery we still might be able to close this deal. What if you finance fifty percent of the capital needed for the machinery and the French back a loan for the additional fifty percent. If the FMI folds, you will be owner of a chip plant complete with machinery and we could either.