I can’t believe that, rapped up in the moment, I had invaded her mind. Luckily she thinks it was some positional thing I did. Thank god! I almost br...oke the #1 rule, and for what? A little roll in the hay? ‘Uhh…It’s an ancient family secret, passed from father to son,’ I said with a smile in my best oriental accent. For the next three hours we did things I had never thought of doing! Then, it was getting late, about four o’clock, and her mother would be home in an hour. She said she wanted to. I pulled the first chest on the left out to face me and slowly opened it, finding it full of coins.If this was booty from raids of Union monies by Confederate troops, it could still belong to the federal government. That could be a problem. Would the feds claim it? Should I even worry about it or just attempt to get it out of here to somewhere secure?My, oh my, this is exactly the same dilemma I had before. But this time, I had three historians that might know some answers. Realizing the. No way in Hell was I about to enslave two young girls. Protect them, yes. Care about them, most certainly. However, to rip them away to the life of a slave was not my idea of a 'fun' time, regardless of age, and these two had not even had such a chance yet.All the excuses one could make were running through my mind; that they had a 'shit' life already, that French laws were different as to consensual sex and I was more than willing to have them be a part of my life, with Marcia's help. There. "The strange thing was that before I could turn around to see his face the guy ran out of the apartment". Trish never heard that part as she came quietly. She had never done anything like that before and when she looked up at Gina her face was bright red with embarrassment. She had nothing to worry about because at that moment Gina had her head back; eyes closed, and was lost in her own release.When they were both calmed down they just sat in disbelief. They had been friends for a few years and.