Chapter 1

The wind was blowing through Steve’s hair on this bright sunny day has he was driving north on Interstate 5 with the top down in his shiny red Corvette convertible. Doctor Steven Brandle couldn’t help but wonder if his decision to move to Lake Lancer, California was the right decision. He had time during this drive to think about what had led up to him making this decision to move to this small town in northern California.

The wheels for the move here were out in motion about three months ago. Up until that time he was happy with his life and practice has a cosmetic surgeon in Los Angeles. Steve was single and physically was six foot two inches tall and one hundred and ninety five pounds. He had been told by many of his friends, both men and women that he was a good-looking guy. It was rare for him to be hurting for female companionship. Unfortunately he just hadn’t yet found the one woman that he wanted to commit to for a lifetime.

The LA Times had once done a feature on him in their Sunday supplement and gave him the moniker, “Surgeon to the Stars.” They had speculated on whom some of his patients were and had correctly named a number of them but Steve wouldn’t confirm their speculation. There were other movie stars and television personalities who were his patients that the paper did not name. Yes, he remembered thinking that day as he did that drive to his office that it was going to be a day of either looking at a few womens’ breasts for enlargement or doing rhinoplasties. Life for him couldn’t get any better he thought and he was right, it didn’t.

The downturn came as he was doing a rhinoplasty procedure on a young female patient. He was just into the procedure when his right hand started to shake. He couldn’t control the shaking not that it was overly violent but it was such that it prevented him from continuing the procedure. Ted Bylek one of his partners in this practice was available and Steve asked him to complete the procedure. Steve briefed him on what the desired outcome was.

Steve immediately called his personal physician and fellow school classmate Vic Branch who told Steve to come immediately to his office. Steve did and after some tests and a referral to another doctor who specialized in neuro muscular disorders, Steve was given the shocking news of what they thought the problem was.

The diagnosis was that Steve had developed a minor form of dystonia which is an involuntary muscle spasm. Medicine could be given to control the muscle spasm but the medicine wouldn’t completely control and eliminate this periodic spasm which could occur at any time. Needless to say the requirement of having steady hands all the time in doing surgical procedures was something that Steve no longer had. It caused him to face the fact that his days as a cosmetic surgeon were now at an end.

Steve did not take this news well and turned to alcohol to drown the shock of this news. Waking up in the mornings with a splitting headache caused him to realize that this wasn’t the wise thing to do but what to do with his life now was something he didn’t have an answer for. He did know that at age forty five he didn’t want to retire although with the amount of his current investments he knew he could funds afford to do that if he wanted to. While he couldn’t live the affluent life style he had been leading, he could live comfortably on the income generated from his investments. He could add more funds to his investments if he were to downsize from his present penthouse condo.

Steve was in the lounge of his country club on late afternoon nursing his third gin and tonic when Connie Bristol who was a member of the country club and a former patient of his came in after a round of golf. Connie was a good looking lady just short of thirty years of age with a very nice figure that would always capture the attention of the men in the lounge.

She walked up to Steve and said, “What’s this I hear that you are no longer doing surgery?”

Steve who prided himself on being honest with people told her about having dystonia and its effects which now prevented him from doing surgery. While he was telling her this he couldn’t help but stare at the open V of her blouse which exposed the sides and tops of her two very fine breasts.

When he was finished answering her question she said, “I am sorry to hear that but why are you starring at my breasts? You have seen all of them when you did the enlarging.”

Steve had done breast implants on Connie and said, “I was just admiring my work and you must admit that I do good work.”

“Yes you do and I am happy with what you did and so is my husband judging by the attention he gives them. He can’t keep his hands off them and constantly wants to fondle them. He wants me to go braless when I am at home. But getting back to you, what are you going to be doing now that you no longer will be doing surgery?”

“I honestly don’t know and while I have been thinking about it I haven’t come up with an answer. I will give it more thought but can I buy you a drink?”

“No thanks, I need to be going. Take care of yourself and maybe you should have some coffee instead of another drink.”

Steve watched her walk away and had the thought that while her breasts may have needed some enlarging there was no reason to tinker with her fine ass.

It was about two weeks later when Steve who was having his second cup of coffee at home and was reading the paper heard his phone ring.

In answering the phone he heard a voice say, “Doctor Steven Brandle my name is Troy Kane, I am a Director of the John Wilkinsing foundation and would like to meet you for lunch to discuss an opportunity with you.”

Steve knew that John Wilkinsing was a social media internet wizard who about one year ago became a multi-billionaire when he went public with a stock offering for his company. He also knew that John Wilkinsing in seeing him do some television interviews had donated two billion dollars of his fortune to setting up a foundation whose purpose he said was to “Give back to the community.” Steve wondered what this opportunity was that Troy was talking about and his curiosity got the best of him.

“Where would you like to meet?’

“Any place you want, you pick the place.”

Steve thought about it for a few seconds and he didn’t feel like dressing up to go to one of the fine restaurants in LA. “How about Geno’s on 4th Street. I haven’t had one of their Italian Beef sandwiches with the sweeten sauerkraut in a while. Is twelve okay with you?”

Troy said it was.

After parking his car Steve walked to the restaurant and saw a young man who looked less than thirty years of age wearing a dark suit standing by the entrance. In seeing Steve the young man put his hand out and introduced himself as Troy Kane. In the restaurant they went up to the counter and they each ordered a hot beef wet with kraut, fries and a diet soda. Taking their orders to a booth they sat and started eating.

Troy said “Let me tell you a little about the Wilkinsing foundation which you may or may not already know. John donated two billion dollars initially to setup the foundation with the proviso that all the income generated from these funds in a given year would be used to help people by improving communities. I am the Senior Director of the foundation and while we do have a Board of Directors usually my recommendations of how we should dispense these funds the Board approves. Each of the five members of the Board as one vote and John who is also a Board member has one hundred votes.”