Jimmy fiddled with the thing from his back seat while driving. For a moment he thought that it was just a gray rock. Splitting his attention back and forth between watching the road and the thing in his hand, he realized that it wasn't a rock at all, it was a tightly balled up chain, it was even gold colored. For just the briefest of moments as Jimmy shook the chain loose in his hand, he wondered how he could a mistake a shiny gold chain for a gray rock. Wondering about anything beyond his personal gratification was something Jimmy had little experience with and the shiny gold chain wafted the small thought away before it was even fully formed.
Stopping for a light, Jimmy checked out the bling. It was a gold chain with a flat round gold medallion. The medallion was intricately carved all the way through in eye twisting Celtic knot patterns, although if anyone had told him it was Celtic he would have insisted that it had nothing to do with basketball. Smiling at his fortune, Jimmy draped the chain over his head and continued on his way.
'Yeah, I am ready for action,' Jimmy thought to himself as he let himself into Sheila's, or was it Sherry's, place. 'Whoever!' Looking around, he spotted the little brunette, "Baby, I am in the mood right now. Papa's gonna ring your bells." Just like that, Jimmy began furiously stripping off his clothes.
Cheryl sighed in resignation. This was a battle she was not prepared to fight. Turning her back, she began undressing, carefully folding each item removed and placing it neatly on a nearby table. Before she could finish folding her last piece of clothing, Jimmy grabbed her arm and hurried off to the bed.
Cheryl knew this mood of Jimmy's. There would be no foreplay, just slam bam thank you mam, but without the thank you part. Lying with her legs spread as Jimmy moved into position, Cheryl was mesmerized by the medallion dangling from Jimmy's neck. At first she couldn't focus on it, but suddenly everything seemed to freeze. Jimmy was still as a statue still in the process of mounting her. The medallion was hanging motionless at an angle, still in mid oscillation, but the convoluted patterns on it suddenly formed words. Strangely, while the entire world seemed to be frozen, Cheryl had no trouble at all reaching up and moving the medallion to a better angle to read it. The medallion said ...
