Try the chimney

"Climb down the rope as far as you can and then jump the rest of the way." You yell loudly enough for the men pounding on the door to hear then you drag Cassia to the far side of the chimney tossing the rope off the building. Making a step for her foot with your hands you boost her to the top of the chimney and then scramble up behind her.

Just in time. The men crash through the door and as they run shouting to the edge of the building you slide five feet down into the soot coated chimney before you find a ledge big enough for you to sit on. “Quickly” you urge her and she starts to lower herself down to you. She makes it almost all the way to your ledge but loses her footing and slides the last six inches, her soft body hitting yours with a soft thump before she is able to stop her skid. Her feet each slide past your braced legs and she ends up straddling your thighs with her face inches from yours.

“Shhh” you say as she starts to apologize. Pulling her head against your neck you press her lips to your skin to silence her. Her body feels nice against yours as you sit in silence for the next two minutes, her full breasts are pressed against your chest and her warm breath tickles the small hairs at the back of your neck. Eventually the noise from the rooftop ends, and you let your body shift slightly trying to keep your new companion from realizing how aroused sitting with her pressed against you has made you. Cassia sits back upright and climbing quietly she repositions herself sitting on the ledge opposite you. Now just her leg is pressed against you, it is still nice, but not as intense as before. After another minute both of you are ready to move. But just as she starts to stand, she freezes.

“There’s something here!” She whispers urgently. “Wait, it’s just a bag… here hold this.” She says as she pushes a large burlap sack into your lap. A small cloud of black dust fills the air as she stands upright and peers over the lip of soot covered bricks. "It’s all clear" she whispers and you get another face full of soot as she swings her leg over the edge of the chimney. “Pass up that bag” she tells you.

Standing carefully you pass the sac to Cassia, it is heavy, you can feel several small lumps inside the bag through the thick burlap material. Climbing up next to the girl you ask her:

“What’s in the bag?”