How My Dad Bought My Mother Chapter 3

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Chapter 3 Meeting of the Lifestyles

During dad’s rehabilitation, mom and dad were able to spend more time together. They each realized that they needed the other. Dad needed to grow a soul, to discover a purpose in life and to become more human. Mom was looking for a better life for me, her only daughter. And hopefully to have a relationship with someone she could open her heart up to trust. At times it was a comedy of errors as other events were growing pains.

I remember the many days when mamma would come home tired but still found time to spend what little she had of it with grandma and me before studying her medical books well into the night. The mornings were spent with dad. It helped her get through her college classes during the rest of the day. She studied every chance she got. Even at the hospital where she worked during the evenings and weekends, she found time to study.

She also noticed a huge pay increase, mostly of dads doing, which helped us out greatly. She never mentioned it openly to dad about it except to say that she would habitually thank him for all his help whenever they said their goodbyes. Mom wasn’t one to take handouts from anyone especially from strangers. But for dad she was starting to open up. She had closed herself off to having a relationship many years ago when my biological father ran away in her time of need.

She often said that I was a one hit wonder. Making the point to grab and hold me tightly as she would continue to say that I was a wonder of love from God. But I still would always feel as if her life would have turned out better if I was never born. But as she appeared more youthful in nature and full of life due to the man whom I came to call Dad, I began to see the hidden blessing from God.

Our dinner conversations at night were almost X-rated at times. She would talk about changing his bandages and giving him his daily bath. She would go into great detail about undressing him as his rather large manhood would stand erect as she removed his underwear. Even in too much detail about his ‘accidental ejaculations’ due in part to her massages and/or bathing technique. Grandmother made the point of asking if they were having sex yet. But mom never gave a clear answer; always stating that she wanted to get married first.

When all his casts came off things got more interesting for them. Dad’s entire home was under reconstruction by this time. He had moved into a vacant room in the servants’ house. Even when Dad was cleared by his Doctor and no longer needed mom to visit him, she still visited him anyway. They would have breakfast together and walk around his property. Showing off his wealth as mom called it. All eyes of his servants and personnel security were watching them. All of whom mom noticed were primarily female.

Dad has still to this day a small fetish of sorts. With the exception of his chauffeur, the house servants, grounds keepers and his security team were almost all women. That changes just before we moved in with him when his chauffeur retired. He was replaced by a former female Army Sargent who knows how to use nearly every form of military weaponry and knows several forms of martial arts; which I got to see in action later on in my school life.

It took a while for dad to understand why mom was so upset. Mamma thought he was having sex with some of the workers. But no matter what dad said, she was getting more emotional about it. She finally calmed down once the other house staff stepped in to talk with her. And as most of them were originally of Mexican or Cuban descent, they ended up talking in great lengths for hours in Spanish about dad and his family.

Many of the women on dad’s staff have been working there before dad was born and remember changing his diapers. They told her of the fights dad and granddad got into as well as many other stories about dads’ family. When his entire family died, they helped him get through it. They were the only stable thing that kept dad sane until mamma showed up and gave him a purpose in life. Mamma was a little taken back to find out that six of the women working there were all related as another worker has two daughters who also works there as well.

The house staff has been working there for so many years now that they have no real understanding on how to survive in the real world. They live and work there. They never had to pay utility bills, rent or other types of payments of any kind like regular working people do. They need dad to survive as much as he needs them.

As to why dad only hires women was due to an incident many years ago when two butlers were sexually assaulting one of the maids. Granddad fired them after they were caught raping her. The butlers were later arrested and are still in jail to this day. Also dad’s brother ended up moving to Europe for a while. He took one of the maids to a party but crashed the car, killing her, when he tried to have his way with her. Dad never spoke to him again.

The security team that watches the house and dad are former military women from different branches of the military. They are all highly trained as many of them haven seen combat duty. Mamma could see them walking around, patrolling the area. They never entered the house except the kitchen for lunch and/or a quick snack the chef would make for them. It took time but she opened up and began to put more trust into dad. She putted a lot of hope of him being faithful to her as he had been promising.

As Dad was fully recovered, he attended company meetings and looked over the interest of his company and the employees. He stated that he felt more alive and was more driven to lead the way for the company instead of running away from it. With his nights more freed up, mamma invited him to our home for dinner. She had us cleaning our small apartment at least three times. We also prepared a full Mexican style dinner for him. Even though we live in an area that’s not exactly a low income place, the image of dad pulling up to our apartment in a Rolls Royce Phantom really stood out quite a bit.

The chauffeur stayed with the car as dad entered our home. Dad was pretty much taken aback by the size of our place. Mamma had already told us that the entire apartment could fit inside his bedroom. It was a tight fit for all of us to move around in there but dad stayed the gentleman. Grandma kept looking at him and making little comments about him in Spanish. But the dinner went well as afterwards we sat in the living room looking at old photo albums as grandma told embarrassing stories about mamma and me.

At the end of our dinner date, mom and dad said they goodbyes at the doorway as nearly the entire apartment complex seemed to be waiting outside to see who the owner of the Rolls Royce was. Mom was on cloud nine afterwards. We quickly straightened up the place and went to bed with the sounds of mamma having another orgasm in the bathroom; again. A few days later she came home saying that dad was going to return the favor and invite all of us to his home for dinner. We went shopping that night as mamma wanted us to look our best but grandma was having doubts about their relationship.

The night of our dinner date, the Rolls Royce picked us up and carried us to meet dad at his home. It was like a royal visit as the car pulled up to the entrance. Servants were there to open doors for us and guide us through dad’s home to the family library. I thought grandma was going to have a heart attack by the size of the place. But as dad entered the room to greet us, grandma started talking in Spanish.

She kept asking about their sex life and if he was going to be faithful to her or not. She also kept asking about wanting a tour of the place to see how rich he really was. By the time we made it to the dining room grandma was asking mamma if they were going to get married or if this was just a fling or something. But then dad did something that stopped my grandmothers’ talking in mid-sentence that to this day makes her feel really embarrassed.

Dad turned towards her and took out a small jewelry box. He opened it towards grandma to reveal a large diamond ring. In the most perfect form of Spanish, he asked grandma if she thought if this was a good size engagement ring for her daughters hand in marriage. The look on grandma’s face was priceless. Before she could recover to give an answer, mamma chimed in to say that dad had been taking Spanish lessons since they first met. Grandma just stayed speechless as her eyes were glued to the ring.

But in another swift movement he turned towards mamma and presented his offer for her hand in marriage. This was also the first time for her seeing the ring and she too was left speechless. But her composure returned in time to give an answer. Repeating it a few more times of a reassuring “Yes” as we were all being seated at the table to enjoy a celebration of their engagement. Even though the kitchen was a good distance away, we could tell that it was abuzz with news of mom and dad’s engagement.

We were served a five course Mexican style dinner. Grandma later admitted that it was way more delicious than the meal we had prepared for dad. But she only told us that in the car as we were returning home. After dinner, dad gave us a tour of his home; twenty five bedrooms with twelve bathrooms and 4 half bathrooms, office rooms, a library, dining room, two living rooms and a more formal living room, two elevators plus a kitchen that could cook a meal for an army unit was all that grandmother could take before needing a break from all that walking around.

She was then told about the indoor heated pool, the outdoor pool, Jacuzzi, sauna room, exercise room, bowling alley, movie room, a huge garden that was adjacent to a large wooded area that was set up with nature trails that encircled a rather large lake fully stocked with fish were just a few more things grandma and me tried to grasp of how rich dad was and still is to this date. Mamma knew of all these things but for grandma, it was getting late and she had to get home to rest and to take her medicine.

It was clear that the evening was a huge success on all levels for mom and dad. They were seeing each other for breakfast the next morning to go over details of the wedding. We all said our goodbyes and were driven home. But we were to return there within a few hours due to events that happened at our apartment complex.

While we were at dinner, there was a police raid on a meth house next to our apartment complex. As the police raided the place, an explosion erupted that shot out flames onto our apartment complex that caught on fire. Arriving home, all three of us rushed out of the car but a police officer held us back as the fire fighters worked to put out the fire. At the same time this was happening, the chauffeur was calling dad to let him know what was happening.

Very quickly he showed up to comfort us. When the fire was out, we noticed that our apartment was OK from the outside. But inside there was lots of smoke and water damage. We were going to have to find a new place to live as mamma thought about staying at a hotel for a few nights. But dad made other arrangements for us. He spoke with the police officer in charge then ordered two people from his security office to come and keep an eye on our place. He then got us back into the car and to his home.

The staff had already prepared rooms for us as we went to the living room to figure out what we were going to do next. Grandma and mamma were still shaken up a bit but dad spoke to them as if he was giving a speech to the Board of Directors. He offered his home to us as we looked for a new place to live. He even offered to have all our belongings moved here to be sorted through and hopefully salvaged. As it was getting late into the night, mom agreed to it. The next morning we got a good glimpse into the world dad lives in.

It was Saturday morning as we were awakened by a knock on the door. Servants entered each of our rooms and directed each of us to a different bathroom to bath and prepare for breakfast. When we returned to our room, the beds were already made and cloths were prepared and laid out for us to wear. Much like how dinner was served for us last night was the same way as servants were at the ready for breakfast.

Dad went over the itinerary for the day. We would meet with the movers at our apartment. A security officer would stay to monitor and direct everything. Then we would go shopping to replace our clothing and other personnel belongings. Dad had already made arrangements for the hospital to give mom some time off from work and to send over a refill of all of grandma’s medicines. Mom had already called Aunt Pricilla and Uncle Antonio to update them on her engagement and the fire.

Many of the staff members were on hand to offer their support and prayers to us. But as for how long we were to stay here was up to mom and dad. And by the way they were acting more as a couple now, it was clear that we were going to be living here on a more permanent basis. I kind of half knew this would happen eventually. But it never really set in that it would be this soon. I was a bit scared but for grandma, she was in 7th heaven. She found the massage chair in the exercise room as it would become a hassle just to get her out of it every day. She too had come to making herself at home here.

Our life had just changed dramatically. And it was going to change even more for me as I tried to get use to this new lifestyle and dad’s involvement in it. Looking back I’m glad he did the things he did but in those moments, I was really struggling. Plus as Cinco de Mayo was nearing, dad was about to really see what a Mexican family get-together was going to be like. And yet he still married mom anyway.

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A Bill for $0.00

On Thursday, 24th January 2002, Derek Guille broadcast this story on his afternoon program on ABC radio.

In March 1999 a man living in Kandos (near Mudgee in NSW, Australia) received a bill for his as yet unused gas line stating that he owed $0.00.

He ignored it and threw it away. In April he received another bill and threw that one away too.

The following month the gas company sent him a very nasty note stating that they were going to cancel his gas line if he didn’t send them $0.00 by return mail.

He called them, talked to them, and they said it was a computer error and they would take care of it.

The following month he decided that it was about time that he tried out the troublesome gas line figuring that if there was usage on the account it would put an end to this ridiculous predicament.

However, when he went to use the gas, it had been cut off.

He called the gas company who apologized for the computer error once again and said that they would take care of it. The next day he got a bill for $0.00 stating that payment was now overdue.

Assuming that having spoken to them the previous day the latest bill was yet another mistake, he ignored it, trusting that the company would be as good as their word and sort the problem out.

The next month he got a bill for $0.00. This bill also stated that he Had 10 days to pay his account or the company would have to take steps to recover the debt.

Finally, giving in, he thought he would beat the gas company at their own game and mailed them a check for $0.00. The computer duly processed his account and returned a statement to the effect that he now owed the gas company nothing at all.

A week later, the manager of the Mudgee branch of the Westpac Banking Corporation called our hapless friend and asked him what he was doing writing check for $0.00.

After a lengthy explanation the bank manager replied that the $0.00 check had caused their check processing software to fail. The bank could therefore not process ANY checks they had received from ANY of their customers that day because the check for $0.00 had caused the computer to crash.

The following month the man received a letter from the gas company claiming that his check had bounced and that he now owed them $0.00 and unless he sent a check by return mail they would take immediate steps to recover the debt.

At this point, the man decided to file a debt harassment claim against the  gas company. It took him nearly two hours to convince the clerks at the local courthouse that he was not joking.

They subsequently helped him in the drafting of statements which were considered substantive evidence of the aggravation and difficulties he had been forced to endure during this debacle.

The matter was heard in the Magistrate’s Court in Mudgee and the outcome was this:

The gas company was ordered to:

[1] Immediately rectify their computerized accounts system or Show cause, within 10 days, why the matter should not be referred to a higher court for consideration under Company Law.

[2] Pay the bank dishonor fees incurred by the man.

[3] Pay the bank dishonor fees incurred by all the Westpac clients whose checks had been bounced on the day our friend’s had been processed.

[4] Pay the claimant’s court costs; and

[5] Pay the claimant a total of $1500 per month for the 5 month period March to July inclusive as compensation for the aggravation they had caused their client to suffer.

And all this over $0.00.

Bar Stool Economics: Explaining America's Tax Code Using Beer

Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to $100 and they paid the bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:

The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.

The fifth would pay $1.

The sixth would pay $3.

The seventh would pay $7.

The eighth would pay $12.

The ninth would pay $18.

The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.

So, that’s what they decided to do.

The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve. “Since you are all such good customers,” he said, “I’m going to reduce the cost of your daily beer by $20.”

So drinks for the ten now cost just $80.

The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes so the first four men were unaffected. They would still drink for free…but what about the other six men – the paying customers?

How could they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his ‘fair share?’. They realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted that from everybody’s share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being paid to drink his beer.

So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man’s bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay. And so:

The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings).

The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33%savings).

The seventh now pay $5 instead of $7 (28%savings).

The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).

The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).

The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).

Each of the six was better off than before…and the first four continued to drink for free. But once outside the restaurant, the men began to compare their savings.

“I only got a dollar out of the $20,”declared the sixth man.

He pointed to the tenth man,” but he got $10!”

“Yeah, that’s right,” exclaimed the fifth man. “I only saved a dollar, too. It’s unfair that he got ten times more than I!”

“That’s true!!” shouted the seventh man. “Why should he get $10 back when I got only two? The wealthy get all the breaks!”

“Wait a minute,” yelled the first four men in unison. “We didn’t get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!”

The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.

The next night the tenth man didn’t show up for drinks, so the nine sat down and had beers without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn’t have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill!

And that, ladies and gentlemen, journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore. In fact, they might start drinking overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier.

David R. Kamerschen, Ph.D.

Professor of Economics

University of Georgia

The Story of Adam & Eve's Pets

Adam and Eve said, 'Lord, when we were in the garden, you walked with us every day. Now we do not see you anymore. We are lonesome here, and it is difficult for us to remember how much you love us.'

And God said, I will create a companion for you that will be with you and who will be a reflection of my love for you, so that you will love me even when you cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish or childish or unlovable you may be, this new companion will accept you as you are and will love you as I do, in spite of yourselves.'

And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam and Eve.

And it was a good animal and God was pleased.

And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam and Eve and he wagged his tail.

And Adam said, 'Lord, I have already named all the animals in the Kingdom and I cannot think of a name for this new animal.'

And God said, 'I have created this new animal to be a reflection of my love for you, his name will be a reflection of my own name, and you will call him DOG.'

And Dog lived with Adam and Eve and was a companion to them and loved them.

And they were comforted.

And God was pleased.

And Dog was content and wagged his tail.

After a while, it came to pass that an angel came to the Lord and said, 'Lord,Adam and Eve have become filled with pride. They strut and preen like peacocks and they believe they are worthy of adoration. Dog has indeed taught them that they are loved, but perhaps too well.'

And God said, I will create for them a companion who will be with them and who will see them as they are. The companion will remind them of their limitations, so they will know that they are not always worthy of adoration.'

And God created CAT to be a companion to Adam and Eve.

And Cat would not obey them. And when Adam and Eve gazed into Cat's eyes, they were reminded that they were not the supreme beings.

And Adam and Eve learned humility.

And they were greatly improved.

And God was pleased..

And Dog was happy.

And the Cat . . .

didn't give a shit one way or the other.

How my Dad bought My Mother Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Dad

The many moments of our life are simply the pieces of a puzzle that make up who we are. Only after our death do we look upon the masterpiece of the life that we have created. To many people those pieces never change or are altered in any way. But to those like my dad whose pieces were destroys and/or damaged beyond repair are forever hollow and a void of a true life. That is until new pieces can take their place.

Dad was the middle child of three. Pressed like a flower in a book as dad puts it. His older brother Markus was the image of rich snobbery. If he wasn’t bossing the house staff he was getting the girl of the week pregnant. He understood the business my father had been growing over the years to the point to make sure there was enough money to go on his monthly ski or beach trip.

His baby sister Kelly was forever lost to the dark side. She shops, parties and was a member of the drug of the week program. If she wasn’t in the hospital for her monthly abortions she was getting cleaned out to make more room for her pill addiction. If she wasn’t running up a bill on her dad’s credit card for new cloths and jewelry it was used to pay off lawyers and judges to get her out of jail. She understood the family business that it created a lifestyle for her to find a husband to continue her way of life.

Dad was the oddball of the three. He partied like his brother and sister. Had his fill of women at every oportunity. He did dabble a bit into drugs until one night when his doped up brother nearly killed them in a car wreck. He was a quick learner of many skills for at age six while his father was attending a meeting; the chauffeur taught him the art on betting on horses. Dad was so good at picking the winner that his father gave the chauffeur a huge raise.

By ten dad could read a business contract with such ease that granddad would have him attend meetings and plan out different things for the many companies granddad controlled. Dad attended the best Universities and had countless tutors constantly drilling him on how to be a business man. It was one of those tutors that dad lost his virginity to when he was just fourteen years old. A gift from his father.

But dad had no heart in it. No desire or will to be a part of the family business. He and his dad would have huge arguments that ended with them not speaking for days. It was more of a master/servant relationship than as father and son between the two of them. Dad did escape from time to time much like his brother and sister to parties and trips but his dad would always find and drag him back to work.

Grandfather or Markus the 3^rd, as dad called him, was a man lost in his work. Shrewd and cutthroat to getting what he wanted at all cost.  A man who made Ebenezer Scrooge look like a Saint. To him his family was props to be used when needed for his own end. He didn’t care what his wife and kids did just so long as they did their part. If that meant marrying his kids off to other rich families or have his trophy wife be fucked by a judge, congressman, potential business partners or all three then so be it as long as the end justified his means.

Grandmother Stephanie was a lady at one time. Born into a rich family, she never knew what it was like to be poor. Dad said that one time she called 911 for help because she didn’t know what a refrigerator was and needed help locating it in the kitchen. A gorgeous woman who’s main job was to be a breeder for her husband and a play toy for the men my grandfather needed to control. She did all the parties and social events needed but mostly she could be found shopping for clothing and jewelry, with her boy toy or taking expensive trips to who knows where.

Dad and granddad would have their little bonding talks from time to time. One such time dad asked him if they were really related. Granddad replied that he has all the evidence of who is or isn’t and left it at that. But as the years passed dad became more involved in the family business as he realized that it kept him from being around his own family. In time his dad was making the company more profitable and a bigger success than by the way granddad was running business. A talent that sealed his fate.

When dad was twenty six years old, he married the daughter of a TV tycoon. Dad didn’t have a say in the matter. Their marriage would unite both companies and by-pass dozen of laws to make both of the couple’s parents even more richer. He knew his wife Jenny from school and was dreading the fact of being married to a woman who didn’t know how to shut up. She would make racial comments of all types as her God complex knew no limits. Others refused to correct her out of fear of reprisals from her father.

In public they presented themselves as a loving couple. In private she acted as if she owned everything; always ordering everyone around her like a slave owner. My dad put his foot down and simply ignored her needs. Jenny looked to my dad as a stepping stone to an endless array of alimony husbands and my granddad and dad knew this. But this marriage was planned out by my grandfather for something that would cause my dad endless heartache and grief for years that would eventually lead him to my mother.

My grandfather had put together a huge family trip to Verbier, Switzerland. Dad’s entire family was going as well as Jenny and her entire family. They traveled in the family’s custom 767 jet plane. Everyone was there for the trip except for my dad. As dad was in control of much of the daily business, he had to stay behind to close a business deal.  He was to join them a few days later but the plane carrying his entire family had crashed into the Atlantic ocean.

The FAA ruled it as accident due to poor maintenance but the real shock came with the reading of the will from his and Jenny’s parents. Basically, everything went to dad. He became a billionaire in control of many companies. The responsibility was mind blowing for him but he dove into it as best he could. Once he got the feel of running these companies it became easier for him. But the pressure was slowly growing.

Less than a week after his parents’ death he received a letter from his father. In it his father opened up to him. He expressed his love for dad and a few more things that shocked dad. His dad was dying of cancer with maybe another year at best to live. With the choice of who was to run the company was a no-brainer. But in-fighting within the family would cause a huge problem. Plus there was the matter of dad’s current wife who was the poster child of a gold digger that even though my granddad hated her, he used her and dad to get her parents company through their marriage.

Dad was also shock to realize that the plane crash was intentional. An FAA official was heavily bribed into making sure there was no mentioning of a bomb explosion. Granddad also left video records of grandma’s sleeping escapades along with DNA evidence confirming who dad and his brother and sister real fathers were. Granddad couldn’t have kids due to a skiing accident. He never told anyone, not even his own wife about it. But if dad was going to look for his real father, it was too late. He was a judge whom years earlier was killed by a gunman while he sat in the park having lunch.

Over time he felt himself emotionally slipping away. With a huge workload there was little time for him to relax. So many people were counting on him to solve all their problems. He did find a few escapes. He fell in love with the movie “Man of La Mancha” when he saw the house staff watching it one night. Dad says that he envied Alonso Quijana for being able to escape his true reality. But the biggest inspiration to him came one morning on his way to work.

Stuck in a huge traffic backup dad was too bored to sleep and with nothing on the radio of interest, he asks the chauffer if he had anything to read. The driver produced a book called “The Edge of Tomorrow” by Howard Fast. My dad still keeps it in his office to this day. In it was a short story called “The Cold Cold Box” that inspired my dad to redesign the entire company structure.

It took a few years and countless lawyers but the restructuring was complete and a new board of directors was put in place to run the newly formed company. And just like in the story, there would be a President who was voted in by the other Board members with term limits and a cap on all of their pay. Dad would still remain the owner of the company with the power to overrule the Board of Directors if he so chooses. Plus dad would still attend important meetings and handle business dealings if needed. But for the most part he became a part time employee of his own company.

It took a few more years to tweak things into place but in time the company was growing and he could now take some time off to finally find himself. What he found was that he hated himself, his family and the super rich. One of the first things he did was clear out his families’ possessions. He let the entire house staff have first pick on all the clothing, jewelry and other possessions in his parents and siblings room. Anything left went to the Salvation Army. Dad even gave away much of his own possessions as well.

He never felt that he had a family. They were just props for his dad when needed. The most meaningful conversation was with the chauffer and the house staff. Everyone else talked business or how to make and spend loads of money. He realized that he had a long way to go before he could find his true self. But by now he was feeling completely empty inside. An empty man in an expensive suit.

He then redid his will. Making sure the staff and chauffer were well taken care of. Then one early morning he got into his personnel car and drove away. On the open road while the sky was still dark he turned on the radio and while listened to the song “Is This Love” by Whitesnake, drove the car off a nearby ravine. He didn’t count on that he would survive. Nor his OnStar service calling paramedics as they quickly got dad to a hospital.

After many surgeries he was in a room all by himself. When he did wake up, he was surrounded by the hospital staff trying to suck up favors from him. That is until mom entered his room. Mom was trying to be funny at first to ease his troubles as she smiled at dad and asked him who he was today. It was really painful but dad said it was the best laugh he ever had. Mom changed his bandages and gave him a complete wash. She even shaved him and combed his hair for him.

Dad said that she wouldn’t shut up talking and by the content of their discussions nor did he want her to. He was getting to know someone without his fame and fortune getting in the way. But what really impressed him was that mom had no problem talking back to him. For as far back as dad could remember, no one dared talked down to him or tried in any way to prevent him from getting what he wanted. Even the doctors and nurses were cautious around dad.

At times mom threatened to have him tied down if he wouldn’t stay in bed. Forced him to eat and one time slapped him across the face when he made an improper comment. Mom said he was high on medication at the time. Dad said it was the last time he ever acted that way and quickly apologized to mom as soon as he woke up from the slap. Dad was in love and beginning to understand that he needed to change. And he put all of his hope into mom as the one who was going to help him to change.

The chauffer and a few house servants would visit and bring things for him to relax. But as dad was nearing time to return home he set in motion to win mom over by the only way he knew how; money. He had people looking into moms past. Then he basically bought the hospital. Meeting with hospital officials he had them present a job offer to mom in giving her a chance of a lifetime to become a fully registered nurse.

At home one early morning he held a meeting with an architect about redesigning the interior of the estate. Afterwards he rested in the living room and waited for her to arrive to begin helping in his physical and hopefully his mental rehabilitation. At the sound of the doorbell he was all happy and giddy. But he kept his composure the best he could as she entered into the room.

They smiled at each other as their courtship had now just begun. They each liked one another as in time they would come to love one other. They will each take their tragic past and set out in building a new life together. Creating new puzzle pieces that in time will produce a masterpiece. 

India Women on Facebook

I've been busy with work for quite a while now. It wasn't until a few days ago that I checked my Facebook account and noticed that I had a lot on new friends request from India. Seeing as at the time I had less than 50 friends, I very quickly accepted their friend request.

By the next day as I am looking over my new Facebook friends info I noticed that they are primarily bi-sexual women who really love showing off their full figured bodies. Mostly in the nude. Weather this is just a few Indian women who enjoy doing this or something throughout all of India that Indian women love to express I am not sure. But India is home to the Karma Sutra. And even though my online translator has no idea what comments they are posting, the pictures of these full figured women are more better looking than those tooth pick shaped super models we have here in America.