Madelaine van Wyk
Jako and Madeline were playing in the forest nearby the house. She looked at Jako and said: “I think you’re hiding something?”
He cautiously replied: “No, nothing. Let’s do something.”
“Fool around,” he said suggestively.
“Aha, no ways.” But, there was a come-hither look in her eyes. She saw him move closer and reach for her breasts.
“No ways,” she said again, but then playfully said: “I’ll let you feel my tits if you tell me what you’re hiding.”
She could see that he was in two minds about whether to tell her.
“Nah, there’s nothing,” he stuttered, keeping an eye on her breasts.
She suggestively lowered her top about a couple of centimetres to give him a preview of what was on offer. She stopped him when he got within touching distance.
“Come, tell me... ”
“No, I tell you, it’s nothing.” She could understand the dilemma he faced. He took his eyes off her breasts and fleetingly looked in her eyes before gazing back at her breasts.
She rolled her top down another couple of centimetres. “I can see you want to feel my boobies.”
He gave in. “Diamonds.”
“What did you say? I didn’t get that.”
“I said diamonds.”
She could see he regretted saying anything at all. “Where are they?”
“I’ve hidden them.” He’d lost the urge to feel her breasts and looked her straight in the eyes.
“Where?” She said with an intensity to her voice.
“Somewhere you’ll never find them.”
She continued, more frustrated: “How many are there?”
“Three big ones. Un-worked on. They’ve never been... ” She could see he was battling to find the right word. “...cut.”
He continued: “This big,” he held up his two fingers to show the size of the stones.
She urged him on, this time a little more aggressively. “Come on,” she could feel the anger starting to build. “Tell me where they’re hidden.”
“Around your house?”
“No. I said you’ll never find them.”
She showed a bit more of her breasts than before, and again, putting on her most salacious voice, said: “Please tell me where they’re concealed?”
She could see he was very tempted, but he said “no” again. He strode out of the forest and headed for home.
“Diamonds, as big as my...” she held her hand up, “‘knuckle’. The thought of the... what did they call them? Ah, that’s it: Stones.”