Somethin' is wrong here. Don't you start until I get this cleared up. It may come to pass that we will allow drillin', but it will be done legally wit... our permission. You'll be makin' a big expensive mistake if you do it before that." I better call the office. As far as I know, this is all legal. I don't need a problem with the law. You sure about this?" he said, trying to get some kind of confirmation."I'm Rance Cameron, and over in that truck is my father and mother. This is my fiancée,. Can I help in any other way?”She looked me up and down for the first time. Lingering on my face; I hoped she liked the square jaw, blue eyes. Then she tossed her hair and swept her gaze downward, paused a moment when she saw the pipe extending down my trousers. Back to my face, smiling. “I think we should ride together. Play a few holes on the back of the course. Yes?”Fuck me, FUCK HER! As one, we both leapt into the electric cart, leaving our clubs behind, and roared off to the rear most part. The auctioneer was right. It was old, or at least, the paper the artist used looked old. The drawing itself was just plain odd. I dialed my phone. ‘Main Street Rare Books,’ a familiar voice answered. ‘Hey Frank! It’s Carl. Are you busy?’ ‘Not too busy for you, buddy.’ ‘Could you take a look at something I bought?’ ‘What’s the title?’ ‘It’s not a book. It’s a pencil sketch. Looks like a woman with a monkey sitting on her chest and a horse in the background.’ ‘You’re supposed to be the art. “Good!” Christy joked, “Now I have to get dressed so please leave me alone.”James went to walk away and she grabbed his arm, “Not you! You stay here and talk to me while I’m getting dressed. I’ll need more kisses from you!”“She means me bud,” I joked, “You’re special, and I have pictures to prove that.”James smiled and as I got off the bed, Christy took both of James’s hands and pulled them to her breasts and shuddered.“Now that’s where I like your hands while you’re kissing me,” Christy.