That day, I cancelled my phone line and called a realtor I knew to list my house. I pity the poor schmuck that got my old number when they reassigned ...t.I changed my mailing address to a Post Office box and I go in to pick it up about once a week. Ninety-nine percent of it goes in the trash right there at the post office. I keep the letters from friends and the occasional magazine offer to read over later. Bills? I don't get any! A chunk out of that first million took care of those, and my. "We drove up the logging road until we were in front of the boulders at the front of the caves. I brought my big lights with me and showed Mom where the chests were lined up against the wall. She looked through some and said, "Think about this, Michael, you probably have over half a million up here right now. Let's get this stuff out of here and back home. Let's put the coins, bars, and jewels in your game bag and stack the chests in the back of the ATV."Mom couldn't get over the skeletons and. Although nervous, I was smiling the whole way to his house.I knocked at the front door, as I had done many times before, but this time was different. I was getting exactly what I wanted. The main door opened, followed by the screen. He looked directly at my face. “Hey Quinn.” “Hey.” I replied just as his eyes noticed my attire. They trailed the whole length of my body as a little smile started on his face. He seemed a little confused, and at the same time knew what I was about. “What are you. They stammered a denial though they’d been perving on our boobs since they arrived.“So is the boatshed under the clubhouse here” Paula asked. They looked at each other, “Yep, boatshed and gym, Wanna see them?”“Of course” Paula responded, “I love surfboats - and what goes in them” she laughed.As the boys jumped off their bar stools, I whispered to Paula, “What’s the go?’“I want to fuck one of them - both if you don’t” she smiled. I didn’t have time or inclination to argue but thought why not -.