"Well, this is a golden opportunity if I ever saw one," he grinned pulling the knife from his boot and stepping toward me.
"No thanks, I have one of my own," I smiled back, pulling out my own blade.
We began to carefully pry gems from the gold encrusted tomb into which we'd been imprisoned. We'd find our way out later, when our pockets were full.
April 3, 2007 05:41 PM
"No thanks, I have one of my own," I smiled back, pulling out my own blade.
We began to carefully pry gems from the gold encrusted tomb into which we'd been imprisoned. We'd find our way out later, when our pockets were full.
April 3, 2007 05:41 PM
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