Her disappointment was intense when Peter was nowhere to be found, but she left a note at the marina:I MUST SEE YOULYNNHer drive back to town was fill...ed with doubt and second thoughts. Twice she considered returning and tearing up the note, trying to forget Peter, but she knew she could not. He was White and for whatever that meant, she wanted him and what he did to and for her. He was exciting and he was innovative and experienced in using his body to bring pleasure. She had experienced more. Next she turned round and showed him her ass and slowly as the camera rolled she parted her legs just a little, so he could see the edge of her wet cunt. As she rolled over onto her back again he was frowning looking at the pictures on the camera viewing screen. She asked what was wrong and he told her although she was cute she would have to look like a real slut to get any work, there was so many other ‘nice’ girls around that it was only the real sluts that worked these days.She asked what he. “There she is!”I didn’t hesitate. I swam into the water until I found her. Her eyes were closed and she was unconscious. I wrapped my arm around her waist and swam in. Paul swam up and together we dragged her limp body to the shore. Her lips were blue and she wasn’t breathing. I rolled her onto her side and hit her on the back between her shoulder blades twice before I heard her cough. Water shot out of her mouth as color returned to her lips. I was furious that she'd dared to venture into this. Just more baseball card?"I laugh, "Just? Alex, look at this card." I point at the Babe."Oh, Babe Ruth. Cool." Cool?! Alex, unless I'm mistaken, this is a 1933 Goudey Gum issue card, and these other two in these stacks as well. If it's even near a full set, which is ... I don't know, I think there are over 200 unique cards. But if it's even half that, it's worth thousands. Tens of thousands. Unless we just happened to open the one cigar box with rare cards in it, this collection is probably.