See if you can get a count on the crates too.”I handed him the light - picked up the two-by, and slammed it into the top of the crate from the side....It popped open a few inches and I hit it again. The lid fell to the side and a few bundles wrapped in heavy waxed paper spilled out. Before I even picked one up, I knew this was another big cash-stash we’ve stumbled upon.Sure enough, when I pulled the wax paper off, there were twenty bundles of hundred dollar bills, nice and neat and dry. I slipped. ‘But I don’t wish that. I wish you over here, as close to me as could be.’ ‘Once upon a wish…’ ‘If wishes were horses then beggars would ride – where is that star when you need it?’ ‘I could beg to ride.’ ‘Who could refuse you?’ ‘A man at the distance of a whole table away.’ ‘Touché’ ‘A man who might want a female body to writhe in his lap, across his lap, and under his slap.’ ‘You can be so astute, dear lady.’ ‘Even though she may with words rekindle his passion and zest for life, this is not. Could it be possible that he really did know who this pair of bastards were? Could they be traced and brought to justice? What would stirring it all up again do to Lena? I brought my thoughts back to Alan's question."Er, their names, Dave and Phil. I'll never forget them and what they did to poor Lena. She mustn't know about this, a court case could send her over the edge. She just about coped with it first time round, if it went public, it would destroy her, I can't let that happen Alan." Alan. Her mum worked in the factory and was again tall but with a bit more weight and was a real Italian beauty, with strong firm breasts, I would say 36 D but c***dbirth had not allowed them to be as pert as her daughters having had to bear the weight of the milk, gravity had taken its toll, the owners of the factories abroad had the habit of having complete faith in me and would very often throw me the keys to a car or van to transport myself to and from my hotel daily, I was accustomed to driving.