They searched in their suitcases and pulled out the items they needed and began dressing. Once Marty put on her bra and the halter Nick could not resist bursting into laughter and when she gave him a questioning look he explained.

"Well, it was the same reason as your giggles. The thought crossed my mind when I saw you put on the panties and then the bra so deftly, that you're the very same person that I used to think of as the most masculine man I’d ever seen."

"Thank you for saying that. And the same holds true for me when I see you in the Jockeys with your hefty bulge sticking out. God, Nikki, that’s a crazy situation we’d landed ourselves in for the second time."

"Crazy, yes. But considering what we’d done all night long I’d say that it’s an extremely pleasurable state of affairs." Nick squeezed Marty’s buns and was pleased when she squealed with delight.

"Gosh, Nikki, I like what you just did to me."

"I’m glad you do."

"Wow, were you ever being fucked." Marty told him when she read the final page just as they reached a very nice coffee shop on the outskirts of Miami.

"In what way was I being screwed?" Nick asked the moment they sat down.

"Well, Grampa Kalinin apparently didn't trust any banks after the Russian revolution and the US stock crash of 1928. So, rather than set up your fund with one-million dollars in cash, he established it in government bonds for a low yield but as safe and secure as possible."

"But that’s not what happened to it, has it?"

"That’s right, which I saw a bit of when Nina showed the letter to her mother, which states that most of the money was pledged against some loans and that you’ll be getting a paltry monthly sum from it for many years to come."