Chapter 14

The next Thursday
November 5, 2020
The Alton Family Residence
Miami, Florida

“So, to be clear from the start, you don’t have strong views about American politics at this point,” Gabriela Ureña, my interviewer, asked me as we sat in my living room.

“Not particularly, no. I am here and it does affect me, of course, but I am, in fact, ultimately an Englishman, even if arguably stateless at the moment. That’s a legal status that would have to be worked out with the Crown and His Majesty’s new Provisional Government. Which, I might add, has captured Lincoln and Sheffield as well as Leeds and Nottingham. Or rather, the New Royal Army has,” I replied, even as I tried not to be too obvious at admiring the reporter’s charms.

“I don’t suppose that you will hold any particular role in the new British Government in the future, will you? Some kind of official spiritual guide or adviser?” Gabriela inquired, uncrossing her legs to show me her rather damp knickers.

“I wouldn’t rule it out, of course. I am a British patriot, after all. I want my country to recover, and indeed prosper, in the wake of this disastrous regime and its downfall. I would have to applaud those American military forces who have aided in the liberation of Bristol and Exeter, plus the Island of Wight. The collapse of the New Order tyranny is now only a matter of when, not of if. The sooner they fall, the sooner we can look to the future,” I added, making it clear that my sentiments about New Order hadn’t softened in the least.

“So, no particular concern that, if the House of Representatives chooses Bernie Sanders instead of Donald Trump, he might withdraw the troops too soon?” Gabriela pried a little further, though to be fair, she was just doing her job.

“I don’t doubt that if he was already in office, Bernie Sanders would have ordered an intervention at the request of the Crown, just as President Trump did. This is about restoring political and personal freedom to Mother England. No American President could do any less in his or her right mind. It wasn’t an easy thing to ask, especially after so many of your wars these days, but who wouldn’t lift a finger to save such a historic ally of the United States from tyranny and oppression?” I expressed my confidence in the United States, rather than a particular party or President, “that said, I’m obviously grateful to the President for what he did for us.”

“So, would you rule out holding higher public office in the UK?” Gabriela inquired of me now, recrossing and uncrossing her legs for more effect.

“Of course, I wouldn’t. That has to be an option, just in case. My focus is on spiritual guidance and leadership in that arena, but I cannot leave that option off the table. I have to at least consider it. For now, though, my main task is to guide others into the light. I don’t do it alone, of course. My wife is a large part of my labors, my partner and companion in all of this,” I pointed to Nina, who smiled as she sat next to me at last.

“Ah, yes, your new wife. You were married to a lady back in England who was recently detained as a New Order adherent, am I right? She’s your ex-wife. You were divorced and you married her, right?” Gabriela visibly responded to Nina with lust as well ... it was clear that she was attracted to both of us.

“My second wife, yes. Though, honestly, as you realize by now, we have a somewhat unconventional marriage, with a variety of lovers, both of us, most of whom we share. That is part of our spiritual path to enlightenment and to our awakening, the awareness that loving relationships don’t require monogamy or fidelity or anything of the sort. Is that notion strange or peculiar to you?