Chapter 135

“I was thinking along the lines of four concerts of music and singing, four shows, or Broadway concerts and four premier acts every ninety days starting the first week of September. December would be just the GSS doing winter/Christmas music, with January, February and March being available for Premier acts. April could be another school coming in to use the facility and May could be another Broadway show of us, or a traveling Off-Broadway show, with the place dark for our Summer Tour.”

“What will that Tour be?” Stuart asked, “The Fifty-state idea, or the college football stadiums?”

“I’m still debating that in my head. I will have it before this tour is over, I promise that.”

A server came to us and said, “Hello, my name is Vicki. Have you had enough time looking at the menu?”

“Hello, Vicki ... I think we’re ready.”

We proceeded to order, with mom and dad getting wine to go with their dinner. I gave her a look.

“So, if you don’t want Cher, who do you want?” Brian asked.

“Write this down dad ... Adele, Beyoncé, Christina Aguilera, Katy Perry, and Kelly Clarkson. On the guy side ... Usher, Boyz II Men, Clay Aiken and maybe even Justin Bieber, if we could afford him.”

At the sound of Justin’s name ... Jenn and Izzy squealed in their seats.

“I see a ... definite pattern there son. So, September next year will be The GSSS performing straight music, October will be you putting on a Broadway show, and I need to book a Premier act, as you put it, for November ... have I got that right?”

“Two great minds think alike, you got it.”

“What will that show be, Michael?” Princess was quick to ask.

“It’s down to either INTO THE WOODS, PETER PAN or ANNIE, but on a grander scale,” I answered.

“Cool,” Jennifer said, giving me a kiss.

“We would be bringing in somebody for the flying sequences, won’t we?” Stuart asked.

“Certainly, I have checked and there are a number of high-quality companies that could do the job. Brian, have you worked with any of them before?” I said.

“I know of Hall Associates, ZFX Flying and Flying by Foy, they have been doing it longer than anyone else in the business ... going back to 1954. If you choose PETER PAN, Foy has its global headquarters in Las Vegas,” my father replied.

“Wow ... good to know Dad. I have another person for you to ask to perform, Miley Cyrus. I will not allow her to be immodestly dressed, or she will have to forfeit her up front money we offer her.”

“Then why even ask her?” Janice said as I expected.

“She’s the voice and face of a lively generation of movers and shakers. I like her music, as does our audiences when one of the girls sings any of her songs. Besides that, when she is wearing ... street clothes, I think she is very pretty. No wrecking balls will be allowed on stage with her,” I added.

They all laughed at that, with Brian writing it all down. “Maybe, you could talk her famous dad to join her?”

“Who is her father?” Princess said.

“Billy Ray Cyrus, a big-name country star with the big hit, ‘Achy Breaky Heart,’ I said. “An evening of country music, with the GSS providing whatever they needed, should be loved by Hoosiers everywhere! We could become the Mecca of music, unless you travel to Mecca, Indiana only eighty miles north of us.”

“Besides all of that, that would let people everywhere know that the Mansion in Vincennes, Indiana was a place to visit, be entertained and maybe, just maybe a place to move to.”

“One last thing on that subject, Dad. We have to have song approval from anybody we have at the Mansion.”

“That might keep people from signing a contract, Michael,” he said.

“I don’t care ... my Mansion, My GSS, in My hometown. No song approval, they can go to ‘anywhere else they want!’”

I felt Jennifers arm on mine. “Sorry, everybody ... if we get a comedy act, the same will be true,” I added.

“My goodness,” my mother said. “That is quite the fire you have, honey.”

“We can only try,” Brian replied as our food was coming towards us.

“Do. Or do not ... there is no try,” Stuart said in a perfect Yoda impersonation that got him a kiss from his beaming wife and a small applause from everyone around the table ... including Brian.

The evening was magical. An amazing view with all the people I care for the most. My steak was amazing. Vicki got a wonderful tip for her part in our luxurious dining experience.

Back in a taxi we went, heading to our hotel.

“Dad, there is a stadium in Mexico City that holds over105,000 people with room for lots more. Would it be possible to perform there? Michael Jackson performed there in 1993.”

“You must be talking about the Estadio Azteca, Michael. That was where the 1968 Summer Olympics had its opening and closing ceremonies and all the track and field events,” dad said.

“Wasn’t that when the long jump record was broken, by over a foot?” Stuart asked.

“Bob Beamon actually broke the previous record by twenty-two inches. Many said it was because of the elevation, 7,380 ft high. I wasn’t born yet, but I have seen most of it on tape. There was a lot of controversy at the time.”

“What about now?” Princess asked.

“All I can do, is ask. It would mean everyone would need a Tourist Card, Passport, or Visa for traveling.”

“To Mexico?” Jenn said. “They don’t need one to come here, do they?”

“In the very strictest sense, all you need is document certifying permanent residence from the USA. A Visa costs maybe 50 bucks and is the easiest way to do it. You do have almost ten months. I will see what needs to be done to ensure compliance.”

“You’re the best, Dad.” I said to him. Both Jenn and Princess gave him a kiss as well. Stuart shook his hand and sat back alongside his pretty redhead.

We stopped and I paid the taxi driver, and we all went inside the hotel.

“How was it, Mr. Thomas?” the concierge asked.

“Very nice, but their portions could be bigger,” I answered. We all got on the elevator together.

“This is our floor,” my mother said. “Goodnight kids.”

The door closed, and each of us kissed our girls up against different walls of the elevator. When the door dinged and opened, we were both having our lips cleaned off. Then we walked out.

“That was so ... so exciting Stuart,” his girl said to him. “Good night guys, see you in the morning.”

We walked the other direction to our room. I opened the door, and we went inside. I took hold of her and got us on the bed on my back.

With our mouths connected in a kiss, I floated us up off the bed, about three feet high, and it was just the perfect position to make out in.

The next night was the beginning of three nights in a row.

28^th Stop
Detroit, Michigan
Detroit Lions
Ford Field – 65,000
(Expandable to 80,000+)
Actual audience – 78,882
Check in hand - $11,461,881

29^th Stop
Cincinnati, Ohio
Cincinnati Bengals
Paul Brown Stadium – 65,515
Actual audience – 66,669
Check in hand - $9,356,328

30^th Stop
St Louis, Missouri
St Louis Rams
Edwards Jones Dome – 67,277
Actual audience – 69,572
Check in hand - $7,757,488

All three nights were handled deftly, if I do say so myself, adding a total of $28,862,533 raising the per performer earned to a total of just over $2,380,000 each.

After the most satisfying night in St Louis, we packed up for our next to last day off, before Kansas City and Indianapolis and the final trip home. I couldn’t wait to see the Mansion and the Marriot Hotel!

On our bus, we were sitting in our own chairs but holding hands. Carla came over and asked if she could sit on my lap. Jenn nodded to me, so she got up on me and said, “I know that I have only turned seven and you are seventeen, but I love you Michael.”

“You had your birthday while we were on tour and didn’t tell me?” I said.

“Your sister told me not to tell you, thinking you would feel obligated to get me something. All I want from you, is to tell me you care about me, do you?”

She lay against my chest as I got a searing look from my wife. She broke into a giggle, causing the pixie to say, “I’m not in love with you, because you have Jennifer, but I still love you ... like an older brother.”

What a sweet little girl. She gripped my available hand tightly as we all fell asleep.

The shift from being on the highway to surface streets woke me up. I had my arms around this young girl, and I couldn’t resist giving her a very chaste kiss on the cheek. That woke her up with a smile. She turned around putting her back against my front.

“I don’t want this tour to end,” she said. “I feel like I have grown up a lot in these weeks I have been with older kids. Do you think I have, Michael?”

“You are a marvelous performer, a wonderful singer and a very cute young lady. Don’t be in too much of a hurry to grow up? Your brother, mom and dad all love you very much ... and so do Jennifer and me. With the money you have made you can go on to college or stay in show business!”

That got an idea brewing in my head.

We were pulling up to our,

31^st Stop
Kansas City, Missouri
Kansas City Chiefs
Arrowhead Stadium - 76,416
Kansas City at the Plaza Hotel

Specifically, the ‘Kansas City at the Plaza Hotel.’ What a pretty building even at four am in the morning.

Last off our bus were my wife and I... “I heard you talking to Carla, again ... I think you will be such a thoughtful and caring daddy to all of our kids.”

“How many do you want?”

“At least four, two of each,” she was quick to say.

“That sounds about right to me, two daughters for me to prepare, two sons for you to train on how to treat a lady.”

After we got settled in our room, I sent a text, “No more rehearsals, you have got until tomorrow at five pm to do as you wish. Enjoy yourselves, you deserve it.”

“There is 24-hour Room Service, Michael,” my wife said.

“Sounds marvelous, go ahead and order me something. After eating and a nap, I want to work out and swim. Is that OK with you, wifey?”

“Sounds like a plan to me, hubby,” she responded removing her outer layer of clothing first. She put on one of my T-shirts, then removed her bra. She grabbed a menu and called in our breakfast order. I was watching her while I was working on a new project on my laptop.

“What are you working on, Michael?”

“After talking with Lily, I had an idea of slightly rewriting “Hello” to accommodate all Sister Missionaries.”

“Be careful, don’t go too explicit.”

“Don’t worry, I can be clever ... when I really want to,” I countered.

“Who will be Sister Price in this version?” she asked.

“Nancy Newman, with Mary Mitchell as Sister Cunningham,” I said.

“Wouldn’t Joan be a better Sister Cunningham?” she said getting in alongside me. “She could be as obnoxious as Charles is, very easily.”

“Good point, thanks.”

Our breakfast arrived, and she gave the young lady a tip and brought it in.

We sat side-by–side eating breakfast, me feeding her and her feeding me. That is one of our favorite things to do. We both get a kick from it.

Afterward, I took it out to the hallway, and we took our nap. I’m getting to like our routines. When she is behind me, I usually wake up with her hand inside my boxers. When I start out behind her, I typically end up with a hand on one of her beautiful perfectly shaped breasts.

A few hours later, I wake up and she’s giving me one of her magic blowjobs, the kind that I can’t help from blowing up quickly no matter how hard I try.

Satisfied with herself, we both got up and changed into swimwear. I don’t tell her to wear a cover anymore, I let her decide if what she is wearing is too much for man or beast. I’m somewhere between the two. Besides everything else, I get to show off my hot wife!

We walked into the work out center, seeing Princess standing over Stuart who seemed to be straining at his attempt to raise a weight over his arms.

“I thought Stuey should get buff like my big brother,” she said.

“It would better if you knew how to unlock a device before using it,” I said reaching over and doing that.

He now could do it without much effort. “Stu,” I said, “Maybe you need somebody to train you, so you don’t break anything. By the way, sometime soon after we get home, I have some ideas I need to talk to you about, OK?”

“Sure thing, Boss,” he said to me.

“I have had, a broken hand and a broken leg -- twice. I have taken many steps so you, my son, don’t need to.”

“That’s really heavy,” he said working his arms with Princess motivating him. Both girls giggled.

I moved to another part of the center, and began my routine, always starting with the overhead arm pull and ending with my leg press. I’m back to 350 pounds, where I was before my last leg ‘issue.’

When she feels like doing something, Jenn typically gets on the stationary bike, but is nothing close to stationary. She usually has a few admirers riding next to her by the time I get up and ask her if she will come back to my room with me ‘for a real workout.’

The guys typically give me a nod as I take her to the pool. At that point she giggles, and I strip down to only my suit and swim some laps. Sometimes, but not often she actually gets in the pool, and waits for me to come back to give me a really hot kiss before I go for another lap. When she does this, I don’t swim nearly as many laps for obvious reasons. Lastly, she does that ‘down into the water thing’ that girls do coming up and running her hands over her hair. If I wasn’t already hard, that typically does it. I point myself down in my speedo and follow her out of the water and we get into an empty spa, if we can find one.

Once in the spa, we heard, “Hey Thomas’s ... can we join you?”

It was Peter and Jen. He looked great ... while she was her usual magnificent-ness. It didn’t take long for Stu and Princess to join us as well.

“How do your arms feel?” my wife asked him.

“Sore, but I know a marvelous woman who can make me feel good all over -- and under,” he answered.

“Stuart,” Ms. Chapman said to him, “I have been known to give a great rubdown, just ask Michael. If you want immediate relief, I’m your girl.”

Princess took him tightly and said, “I can do the job, and he can be just as satisfied, Jen.”