I glanced down, noting how close his thumb was to the hem of my skirt. Idly, I wondered if he had meant to touch my leg so close to my skirt, or if it... was purely coincidence. After a few moments, however, he seemed to realize just where he had (inadvertently?) placed his hand, and moved it to my knee. ‘It’s okay,’ I assured him. ‘I honestly don’t mind. In fact, I find it… flattering.’ Our eyes met, and I smiled warmly at my big brother. The eyes – almost identical to mine – pierced me deeply,. He held her against him as her hips began to ride him faster and harder, falling into the ecstasy of her motions. Suddenly, he felt two small hands at the waist of his shorts, jerking him back to reality. ‘Makena, no.’ he said gently. Gripping her hips, Marcus held her perfectly still. He then gently placed her on the other side of the bed. Marcus sat up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. Minutes and minutes past before either of them spoke. Marcus finally broke the tension. ‘Makena….I. Two and a half hours after takeoff, the plane taxied to a stop at the commuter terminal where we were met by a Caymans customs agent. He was surprised to see the U.S. Department of State ID that I had inadvertently left in my passport. I apologized, explaining that I had recently been on an assignment for the U.S. Department of State and forgot that I put the ID there. I assured him that my visit had nothing to do with the U.S. Department of State aside from having their approval to help the. "It's worth much more than the current price of gold given its age." Do you know one?" I asked."Yes, a close friend that I can trust. We need to know exactly how many of these coins there are. Let me get an armed guard."Before I could say anything, we were led out by the two armed guards. The one even had his gun out of its holster. We were all taken to a more secure part of the bank where we watched two gloved employees weighing and sorting out the coins.Martha's friend arrived ... they hugged.