Now I was back in South America on my own time to see if I could find the source of that gold leaching into the river and prove a claim on it.So there...I was, sitting at the bar that evening drinking luke-warm beer, and minding my own business. She walked through the open doorway and I checked her out, as every other man in the place did. She wasn't the beauty queen slash centerfold sort. Her face had an attractiveness that was innocent, open, and intelligent. Damned cute seemed to fit as a. A thousand one-night stands, some smaller number of short term relationships, and a few sharing circles meant he'd gone through some version of this predicament more times than he could really count. He'd checked beneath the sink first, of course. That was where bulk items usually could be found, and razors were often sold so. Yet oddly, there was nothing at all there save for a single roll of toilet paper. All secondary locations were fruitless as well, every drawer, cabinet, and even the. I loved when she took her shoes off, i would be mesmerized by her feet in nylon (I think thats where my fetish for women's feet in nylon began).One Friday night in particular, I had been at a friends house and returned home around 3am. It was a warm summers night. I switched the living room light on and saw that Joan was asleep on the couch, under a blanket.Normally I would have turned the light back off and left the room but on this occasion I noticed her clothes on the floor and had a sudden. Lisa froze with her hand halfway down the back of my pants. Rho walked around us to stand behind me. “She seems determined to get into your pants one way or another, even with her mother here.”“We need to talk,” I thought. “It’s about the locket.”“Why?” she asked, appearing on the other side of Lisa. She looked the girl over. “My, oh my! She certainly has everything you like.”“Leave her alone,” I thought. “I need to know why the locket and key didn’t lock together previously, when I had sex.