Clay Bradley stared at the unblinking eye of the Inca god. What a find! While the ages had rotted the wood somewhat, it was still in great condition. It would bring a great price. Bradley was both an archeologist and a thief. He had learned that digging around in remote areas to find chunks of ancient societies was fine as far as it went. It didn’t pay well and Bradley wanted to live well. So, he became a thief or an “Art dealer’’.

His lesbian companion, Lissa Reilly, was a thief too. She knew she was beautiful and used that to her full advantage. Her pair of advantages were colossal. Of the two things men were good for only one interested her. This guy could carry heavier things than her. She was very busty and, with the help of a push-up bra, she made sure he saw as much as possible. It would distract him.

“I- I- I think we have fou- found something wor-wor- good here”, Bradley said.

Good, Lissa thought. he’s stuttering. That’s always a good sign.

The ancient god stood staring back with an unblinking eye. If it had blinked it would have cleared the cave in a hurry. Being a statue it didn’t care about the busty Ms. Reilly. Some god, Bradley thought as he stole a glance at Lissa.

They were carting the statue through the jungle when they were confronted by a naked Indian. The Indian pointed at the statue and then at himself. Lissa took a good look at him and felt nothing. Bradley took a look and felt inadequate. Neither of them felt like giving up the statue.

The Indian pointed to the statue again and at himself again. He then pointed at the jungle and made follow me signs. Curiosity made Lissa and Bradley follow him. The Indian took them to his village. None of the men there wore clothing and Lissa was less and less impressed. Bradley was quickly sinking into a depressed funk.

None of the women wore clothing either. This raised both their spirits.

The Indian took them to the far end of the village where they saw dozens of Inca god statues. Their excitement rose. Lissa gave Bradley a big hug which almost caused him to pass out.

Then they both heard the sound. It was the sound of someone chiseling. They went over to watch an Indian carving an Inca god.

The Indian who had led them to the village looked at them and said, “So, let’s talk money here”.