Hot Box Chapter 3, The Lost City - Sex Stories

Hot Box Chapter 3, The Lost City

... from top to bottom. “It’s one long line that goes around and around, almost like a fingerprint. One end of it is right here,” she said as she pointed to a spot on the rounded smooth end of the handle. I looked and could see where the line just faded out to nothing. “And the other end is right here,” she said as she pointed to the point where the cylindrical handle ended and the knife blade began. “It comes to this point right here and just stops.” “So what do you think it is?” I asked as I poured some hot coffee into my cup. “I really don’t know,” she said as she turned the knife over to examine the blade. “If you look at this end this is not a solid piece of metal with just some chunks missing from it,” she said as she picked up the magnifying glass and held it out for me to see. “If you look closely it’s actually 3 pieces stacked side by side.” “That is weird,” I said as I looked even closer at the object. “Well, be sure to document as much of it as you can,” I said before returning her find to her. “And make sure you put it somewhere safe. We definitely don’t need to bend it.” There really was no telling what she had found. Without the resources of the library it was impossible to come up with any viable conclusions based on just the few reference books we had brought along. And even they were primarily for finding this place, not for trying to figure out what some artifact was that we found in a creek. But even I had to admit that there was a certain degree of ...

... familiarity with that object. It seems like I had seen it before as well. But there was no way to figure that out now. It was going to be a bit of an uphill battle with this one, and we still had a long way to go. Upon referencing the aerial photograph and making some calculations with my compass, we still had another day or two of this nice thick jungle to trudge through before we could really start looking for this old city. We were definitely in the thick of it and could not afford to have a little side item slow up the whole works. Within 20 minutes we were off through the jungle again, following the creek up the valley toward the west/north west. As far as I could tell it looked like there had not been another human being in this part of the jungle since that old man had come running out of it. And even then, there is no way of knowing if this is the direction he had come from or not. The dense undergrowth kept visibility to only a few feet, opening up every now and then to give a little bit of a hint as to just how thick this mess was that we were in before it closed up again and seemed to swallow us up. It was in one of those small “clearings” that I just happened to come across the biggest pot plant that I had ever heard of in my life. I had a few college buddies that grew a few plants in their closets and I was impressed to see some specimens get up to 4 feet tall with a nice “piney” smell. This damn thing must have been 25 or 30 feet tall with a central trunk that was as big ...