Chapter 4 – Chapter 4

True to his prediction, Geoffrey was dead within two months. But in that time he regularly arranged for Tejon to ravish my body with his hand, cock, and the Fist of Gold while Geoffrey watched, and twice more Geoffrey was able to harden enough to enter me and ejaculate as well. On his deathbed he declared that he was satisfied leaving life this way.

Before he expired we managed to recover a fortune for everyone in the know of the Mali Empire gold at Kongoba. More than half of it went to a selected number of Mali officials, who were helpful in getting my share and that of the Frenchman, Perrin Tolbert, out of the country. I have no idea where Tolbert went from there and what he did. He was a sexy man, but just too wide across the knuckles. Tejon and Modibo went in together on a café in Bamako. The other Mandinka workers were delighted to maintain silence for what they received, not knowing what a small amount it was compared to the total haul.

Geoffrey got a share of the take. There now is an extra mausoleum in the supposedly closed Holywell Cemetery, next to St. Cross Church, in Oxford, England. It seems that Mali government officials aren't the only ones who can be bought off.

I stayed for an extra month in Bamako after shipping Geoffrey's body off to England and sending Miranda a note on my plans to buy into an Incan civilization excavation, where we found some gold but nothing like what we found at the Kongoba dig. What kept me in Bamako and at the Le Grand hotel was the extended stay of the Italian mining engineer Antonio Corti. He loved making love to me with the Fist of Gold and the mood it put me in to give him all that he wanted.

I left for South America satiated if sore and not walking straight—but with the confidence that the Incan and Mali Empires had been similar enough that I'd find some distant descendants of the Incas with slender hands and big cocks that would know exactly what to do with their hands, the Fist of Gold, and their cocks.