“With the legal aspects aside, I must tell you the story of my great-great grandmother, Genny.” Chad related the pirate story to Jessica. “I’ve literally heard that story from the cradle--first from my mother before she died and my Aunt Mary, just a few years ago. I believe it, Jessica, as has each generation before me. I realize this trove may not be the same one, but it meets all the criteria as passed down to me: the gold, coins, jewelry, and even its location. I’m sure in my own mind that it is our family fortune, and I am going to do my damnedest to fulfill Genny’s wishes and desires.
“Now you understand why it is a game as well as a personal matter with me. The venture is dangerous and not without some hardships. I’ve been long-winded,” he apologized, “but if you are willing, it should net us a small fortune.
“I would rather have your help, Jessica, more than anyone I know because you are a charmer and I enjoy being with you. Will you be my partner for one fourth of the profits and the fun of it?”
“First, I have to tell you that I loved the story of Genny’s life. It’s sad, but beautiful and I understand your personal feelings about the trove. It doesn’t make any difference whether I believe it is the same trove or not, but yes, Chad, I want to be with you in this. It will be adventurous and intriguing. Think about Stevenson’s Treasure Island, except we have the treasure and will be trying to find a place to secrete it. It will be exciting!”
“One last thing concerning our exciting adventure, Jessica, is that we’ll be together for weeks and months in unfamiliar situations. How do you feel about that and about our friendship, considering the difference in our ages?”
Jessica smiled. “Come to my room tonight and we will discuss it.”
***
That night Chad entered Jessica’s room to find the cover turned down for him. Her blue nightgown accentuated her bright, dancing eyes. Chad lit the candle he had brought with him and placed it on the nearby nightstand.
“Aha, look who is the romantic.”
“Jessica, you are a lovely woman and a little light will only make you more beautiful.”
She knew his words came from the heart, and she loved this man. She moved to him.
The night was cool; the darkness was soft and quiet, and only the glimmer and flutter of the candle’s flame witnessed their loving embrace. Jessica offered her warm, smooth lips for his kiss, parting them just enough for Chad to caress their surface with his tongue. He felt a bound of ecstasy as he continued to caress her neck and nibble her ear lobe. She fondled and twirled the hair on his chest, gradually following a downward path. Jessica moaned under Chad’s gentle rotation of her breast and as he circled her taunt nipple with the feathery touch of his fingertip. His fingers softly moved down her side to her flat stomach and slowly circled her navel. As he stroked the soft hollow of her hip, Chad whispered in her ear, “Your whole body is as lovely and as soft to the touch as purest velvet. I love you, Jessica, my darling.”
Light was just beginning to filter into the eastern skies, only a suggestion at first, as if the sun perhaps was resisting the new day. Then a soft, rosy glow seeped into the first light. By the time Chad was dressed, the sunrise had turned to red, and light poured over the hills. It was a beautiful new day! He reminded himself that he must call Shelley.
Dressed in his western garb and carrying his big-knob walking stick, Chad walked briskly toward the city for thirty minutes
A bread lady, with front and back baskets filled with fresh loaves of bread, peddled her bicycle past him, treating him to a smile and a nod of the head, and wishing Chad bonjour. He tipped his broad-brimmed hat and raised his walking stick as a salute to her as she continued on her route.
His walk soon completed, Chad returned to his hotel. Just as he unlocked the door to his room and entered, he realized someone was th