Still, I thought, y'know... maybe she did have a point. There were usually a couple of points of interest with her, especially on colder days, but I would want you to think I always stared... not too much anyway.
They were magnificent though, especially in the bath when she got them all soapy and leant over your face and....
Anyway, where was I ?
Oh, yes, she had a point. After all, we had the money. No-one had come looking for it. No-one seemed to want it.
What else could we do?
There it was, thousands and thousands of pounds in fifties in thousand-pound bundles. A rucksack filed to the brim with them.
Neither of us could bring ourselves to touch them, let alone count them. It was as though while they were there in the rucksack they had nothing to do with us, that we were innocent, uninvolved... which we were of course.
But, like I said. She had a point.
Then lying there on the bed next to her in that hotel room with that bag of money on the bed between us, I got quite a point myself too.
So, it was sometime, well a couple of times later, after we'd showered together too, and after she'd done that thing with the soap and her points of considerable interest, we lay back down on the bed.
The rucksack was still there... and so was all the money it contained.
All we could do is look from the bag of money to each other and back to the money again... wondering....
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