Transformation
Copyright© 2025 by A Well Traveled Man
Chapter 3
Friday at 4 a.m., Alex meditated and exercised, grabbed my quarterstaff, and acceded Chi. Then, I ran my route around the subdivision, checking out the houses. He finished his run, stretched in the front yard, and headed to the shower. He dressed and came downstairs for breakfast, and then the mayhem started again. We had supervisors on the site today, so Alex went upstairs, put small pieces of paper in the closet and bedroom doors, and then locked them.
Alex met Mom in the car and drove to our attorney’s office. We went into his office together today, and Mom signed her new will. Then, we signed the trust documents. Mom and I got credit cards as employees, then Andrew Givens gave us an update on our school case. The district made an offer, and we rejected it. Alex said to send a letter to them, saying new information had come to light, so that we would see you in court. Andrew said if that didn’t get them going, nothing would, and we left for our next appointment.
Alex was invited to the will reading with Mom and David Spear. The attorney read the will of Jonas Wilson. David got $50k, and he screamed, “I’m challenging the will. That isn’t right.” When he was, though, the attorney resumed, and Mom got $50k, too. David was in shock and couldn’t say shit or challenge anything. The rest of the estate was in a trust managed by Mom, his only living direct descendant. When the attorney said, “That’s it.”
He handed Mom and David their checks, and Alex told David loudly. I know you hired people to kill my mother. I have names, dates, and records. The last two refused to do the job without advance payment. I am going to the FBI on Monday to give them my evidence. If I were you, I’d run far and fast because they will come after you. David ran out the door, and the attorney asked if it was true. Alex said yes, we stopped the first one, and the second failed because David didn’t have the money.
The attorney explained that the trust her father set up was before his death. It wasn’t part of the estate, so David couldn’t challenge it. The attorney said Jonas had great foresight to anticipate what would happen upon his death. So, Mom signed the trust paperwork and was given her copy. Mom asked if I was going to provide the evidence to the FBI. Alex said, hell no, we don’t have much proof, but it sure scared the shit out of David. Mom laughed and agreed.
When we got home, the crews were finishing and cleaning up. Alex checked his room, and no one went inside. He changed and went for a swim while the alarm crew finished. We were given instructions and a manual on the alarm and camera systems. They left, Mom cooked dinner, and we checked the cameras while eating. The cameras were recorded on a hard drive in the closet and in the cloud. Finally, we set the alarm and went to bed.
Saturday at 4 a.m., Alex meditated and exercised, got my quarterstaff, acceded Chi, and ran my route around the subdivision, checking out all the houses. He did it for his safety to spot a change and be alerted. After stretching on the front lawn, He showered, dressed, and went to the kitchen for breakfast. Alex ate cereal and a bagel while reading the news on the internet. Reggie Williams made the news. His father, State Senator Thomas Williams, was arrested for trying to bribe the DA prosecuting his son, Reggie Williams. The other information was that my CK ads came out two days early, and I knew our phone would ring off the hook.
Mom came out, and Alex showed her the ads. She said Impressive package, laughing. Alex said, Thanks, but what about the phones? Mom said to screen the calls and avoid your Dad’s calls. So that’s what we did. We lay by the pool until lunchtime, then went inside and ate lunch. Stephanie called Mom’s cell. Alex said Let’s have some fun, and I answered Rachel Hollister’s phone. He put it on speaker, and Stephanie said Put Mom on the phone now! Alex said he can’t, Steph. She’s playing volleyball. That’s a great save, Mom. Volleyball, where the hell are you? We’re at a nudist resort in Cancun, Mexico. Good strike, Mom. Nudist resort, have you guys lost your minds? Sorry, Steph, I have to go. Three guys are trying to pick up Mom, and I promised to protect her. See ya, and I hung up.
Mom was busting up laughing, and she said Stephanie will kill you when she finds out the truth. Alex said yes, but it threw her off her game about the ads. Just think about what is going through her mind now. My pictures have been forgotten. Mrs. Stewart is calling you, Mom, and Alex handed her the phone. Mom said hello, Maggie, what’s going on? Are you sure it’s him? Well, then, I guess it is. Do you want an autograph? Oh, no on the body autographs because of his age, but photos are ok. Ok, I’ll tell him thanks and goodbye. Mom said I hadn’t had this much fun in a long time, laughing. Oh, Maggie says, you look hot. Alex said thanks.
The next call was from Dad, and Mom picked up, saying Yes, Thomas, what can I do for you today? Stephanie said what? Nudist resorts, no, they’re called clothing-optional resorts. Now get with the times, Thomas. Modeling? Well, yes, he posed for some pictures, but as a professional model, he is not. Besides, he only received clothes for the shoot. No, Thomas, you made a choice in writing long ago to abandon our family for that tart you knocked up. So, we don’t need your help or assistance.
Help your oldest son get his act together after you molded him in your image. Well, you can try, but remember, if you lose and they reopen it, you owe a shit load of money. Even then, you have no right to anything he earns, but try, and let’s see how foolish you look. And the press coverage could hurt your job status as a deadbeat Dad trying to steal his abandoned son’s money. Yeah, it wouldn’t look good at all. Have a day, and she hung up laughing.
Mom said, “God, that felt good telling that asshole where to go. “ Stephanie’s on my shit list, calling her dad and complaining about me. She knows the score, so let her dangle in the wind for a while. We went back outside and relaxed until it was dinner time. After dinner, we watched some TV and then went to bed.
Alex meditated and exercised early Sunday morning, picked up the quarterstaff, and acceded to Chi. Then he took off for my run around the subdivision, checking out the houses and scanning the area. No one was up and about, and after my second lap, He dove into the pool, cooled off, stretched, showered, and ate breakfast. Then, I started upstairs and sensed something was wrong, so I went to my bedroom and empowered Chi. Someone was digging in the next-door dead neighbor’s yard.
Alex ran downstairs, went to the fence, and loudly said, “Honey, call the cops. Someone is in the neighbor’s yard, and they’re getting away. I’ll get my shotgun and shoot the bastard. Alex peeked over the fence, and he was gone. But next to the garage was a shovel and a two-foot round hole. He jumped the fence, checked the spot, and whatever was in there, he didn’t get it. Grabbing the shovel, He dug another foot and hit metal. Alex dug around it until he found the sides and lifted out a two-foot square box.
After filling the hole and wiping down the shovel, Alex dropped the box over the fence, hopped over, and took it to the garage. Alex set the box on the workbench and opened it. It was filled with cash and a dozen USB sticks. He found a tracking device in a bundle of cash and crushed it. After clearing the space, I removed the USB sticks and some money and slid the box under the bench. Alex heard sirens, so I went to my room, put the money and USB sticks in my closet, and went out the front door.
Two police cars pulled up in front of the dead neighbor’s house. Two police officers exited their vehicles. One went to the front door, the other went into the backyard. Soon, our street was a sea of flashing lights, and Mom joined me on the porch. The whole neighborhood was out watching the show. Mom asked what was happening next door. Alex said some old guy had a heart attack humping his assistant. He asked if Dad was in the area, and Mom hit me laughing.
Soon, the three-letter group showed up, and much yelling ensued. Finally, the news vans pulled up. Alex told Mom Let’s go inside so we’re not part of the shit show on the news. He closed our driveway gate so the news assholes wouldn’t enter our backyard. Alex went upstairs, put on his swimsuit, went to the pool, and swam laps. Mom came out and joined me, then the doorbell rang. Alex put a towel around his waist and looked through the peephole. It was two men in suits, so I cracked the door and asked what they wanted.
We want to ask questions about your next-door neighbors. Alex asked to see some IDs. One man said, “Listen to me, you little shit. Open the door now.” Alex said that in school, the police officers always told us to ask for ID before opening the door. So, “Have a good day,” and I closed the door. Mom was on the phone with our attorney and asked me to forward the door camera footage to him.
After I sent it, another loud banging on the front door. Alex called 911 and reported someone was trying to break into our house. The operator said to stay on the line. I’m dispatching officers now. The voice outside yelled Open the door, or I’m kicking it in. More sirens arrived, and some yelling went on out front. Finally, someone pushed the doorbell, and I cracked the door. The police officer said he was Captain Sanders and was responding to a 911 call. Alex told him two men in suits demanded entry to our house and refused to show me their IDs. Then they threatened me and started trying to break in. I sent the video footage to our lawyer, who had me write something for you. Hold on, and I closed the door, grabbed a piece of paper, and reopened the door.
To the police responding to the 911 call. I’m Andrew Givens, the homeowner’s attorney. Please remove all police personnel from the property now. I will be at your station in the morning to file charges against two men who are threatening the minor occupant. Please have your chief ready to receive the paperwork. Captain Sanders said I understand, and we will leave you alone, and walked away. He stopped to talk with the two and ushered them off our property.
When Alex returned to the kitchen, Mom asked where I came up with that line of crap. Police shows and the internet. But I will bet you $20 Andrew Givens will file charges and restraining orders Monday morning. You’re right, Mom acknowledged, but what was wrong with those two detectives? Alex said many things, but stopping eating donuts so they could find their dicks would undoubtedly help. Mom fell out of her chair laughing.
Mom and I ate lunch and returned to lie by the pool. Sensi called and canceled our training session for today and wanted longer sessions on Tuesday and Thursday. Mom agreed, and Alex heard a noise on the other side of the fence, so I quietly moved toward the fence. There was a photographer with a telephoto lens taking pictures of us. He grabbed the lens, and the camera came with it, and there was a crashing sound on the other side. Returning to the pool, I went through the photos.
Alex showed Mom the pictures, then she saw hers and said I’ll kill the fucker. So, I popped out the memory card and looked at the camera. It was a professional Canon EOS R3 with a 70-400 zoom lens. Alex returned to the fence, boosted myself up, and looked over. The man was on the ground, not moving, so I hopped over the fence, grabbed his camera bag, and hopped back. When he got back, Alex went through his bag. He had over 50 memory cards, seven lenses, and a bunch of accessories.
We called it a day, went inside, cleaned up, ate dinner, and went to bed. Alex sat in the lotus position and established Chi, and noticed I was full of power, so I looked around my area of view. Mom was asleep, the neighbors next door were fighting again, and the man next to the fence was gone. So, I closed my Chi and went to sleep.
Early Monday morning, Alex meditated and exercised, grabbed a quarterstaff and affirmed Chi, then ran my route around our subdivision. He was acutely aware of everything around him. That was a new improvement as I scanned the houses around me. The twins were swimming, so they were on or training for the swim team. He passed Mrs. Stewart’s house, and she was getting out of the shower. Like Mom, she was in great shape, and I finished my second lap and stretched in the yard. Mrs. Stewart honked the horn, and I waved as she passed. After taking my shower, I dressed and met Mom in the kitchen. Alex told her he needed Sharpies, and she laughed and said I think it’s too soon, but we can get some.
We stopped for drive-thru breakfast, and tennis and yoga were the same. Alex kept his eye out and didn’t perv on the ladies in their skin-tight yoga outfits. On the way home, Andrew Givens called and said there was a restraining order in place for the police, and they couldn’t show up unless we requested it. He also filed a lawsuit against the police department and the two detectives for excessive force, attempted kidnapping, threatening a minor, trespassing, and making terrorist threats. Andrew said it wouldn’t see the light of day. They already made a settlement offer. And if those two detectives show up, use whatever force is necessary to stop them because they were suspended for 90 days. We thanked him for his help and said goodbye.
A box truck was parked in the driveway next door when we arrived home. The men loaded the boxes from the garage and were gone 15 minutes later. Mom and I ate lunch, then Alex went upstairs to do the lessons for his six online classes. He finished at 4 p.m., put on my swimsuit, and swam laps in the pool until dinner. We were eating dinner, and Steph called. Mom answered and told her to grow up or stop calling. Alex hasn’t done anything wrong, and I would bet your friends would be thrilled to know he’s your brother. Too bad you’re such a bitch because Alex has two one-week shoots in exotic locations with all expenses paid. That doesn’t include trips to New York, London, or France.
Oh, by the way, call your father again, and he can pay for your fucking expenses, and hung up. Mom said that the girl had been coddled for too long. Steph needs to learn that there is more to life than Stephanie. Alex got up and massaged Mom’s shoulders and neck, and when she got sleepy, Mom thanked him and went to bed. Alex yelled if she needed him to tuck you in, and all I heard was laughter.
After cleaning the kitchen, Alex went upstairs and sat nude in the lotus position. When I established Chi, I checked my energy levels. They were full, so I explored the area around the house. Two doors down was a black SUV with the detectives inside. He zoomed in, and they planned on kidnapping Mom and me and taking us to their cabin in the mountains. Zooming in closer to the driver, I could read his thoughts. That was a new skill I needed to explore. He was one sick asshole named George Gamble, and his partner was Joe Coats.
The things they planned to do to Mom and me made me sick. Alex dressed in black and wore my black ski mask and gloves. On the way out, I grabbed my quarterstaff and metsubushi and went out the patio doors. Then Alex hopped the side fence and maneuvered to the back of the SUV. Joe and George were talking and drinking vodka from the bottle. Alex approached the front passenger window and sprayed Joe, then George, with the metsubushi. While they panicked, he hit Joe with the quarterstaff, then George. The bottle of vodka and George’s cigarette fell to the floor. When the fire started, Alex disappeared into the night and returned home. He stripped, put his clothes in the washer, started the load, and went to bed. For some reason, the fire engines and sirens didn’t wake me up.
On Tuesday at 4 a.m., Alex meditated and exercised, got the quarterstaff and acceded his Chi, then ran the subdivision, checking my surroundings. He saw and felt nothing in the first loop, but on the second loop, he felt a threat two houses away. So, I stopped and cut through two backyards to see what the danger was and laughed. It was a skunk, so he cut through another yard and went home. As Alex was stretching, Mrs. Stewart stopped at the curb, exited, and said, “You’re looking good, Alex.”