Chapter 16: A Voice From the Past

I was back in the States about six months later, having spent time with nearly all of my GMs, getting to know each other and looking for ways to make things more efficient. I had been fortunate to have Mrs. Gray with me, whispering details in my ear from her elephantine memory. But it was good to be home again.

And thank goodness for modern communications, because if there were any key decisions to be made on any particular operation, we could open communications software and have a conference right then. That way we could see and hear each other, with a great deal more nuance than you would get from an email or a voice only phone call. That meant that I didn’t have to be traveling all the time the way Uncle Jack needed to.

In the intervening months, I had been back in Lichtenstein, having a couple orgy nights with Heidi and her roommate. I had been back to Peru to have Rose dancing naked for me again (among other things.) And I had visited with Emilia (still a virgin, as I was still unwilling to deflower her until she had more exposure to young men, ) and Heather, still living in Mrs. Gray’s cottage, had visited me several times. I suffered from an abundance of fine woman flesh.

It was a fine spring weekend and I was just goofing off — something I hadn’t been able to do since I took over The Trust.

Then something that immediately put me into a panic — a direct call from the security people who manned the gate to my estate.

Someone was at the front gate who was not on the list of people allowed to enter, but she was demanding to speak to me.

I asked them to put her on the camera, and when I saw who it was, I told them to open the gate and let her in. I didn’t THINK that she would try to assassinate me, but you never know.

I stood at the open door to my place waiting when she emerged from her car. She saw me and rushed up to me and gabbed me in a hug so firm, I thought I might break a rib!

It was my last college fling, Vicki, kissing me and hugging me while trying to talk to me through her tears.

“Oh Kevin! I’ve been looking for you for so long! No one would tell where you were; no one would tell me where you lived, or even how to call you or email you!

“Oh god, Kevin, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you!”

From there it went into a sobbing and weeping that overwhelmed her words. She hanged on to me, kissing, holding me as if I might run away if she let go.

I just held her and stroked her hair with my hand, and kissed her face until she calmed.

I walked her into the great room and started to put her down onto one of the large leather sofas. But when I looked down, I realized that she had fallen to sleep in me arms. I took her into my bedroom and put her on the bed. I took off her shoes and loosened her clothes, and then did the same for myself, and I lay down beside her.

She had quite literally drained herself emotionally.

Of course, since I was lying down as well, I fell asleep too. I think we slept for about two hours, because the sun had gone down far enough to be shining on my face through the window.

I woke up and opened my eyes, and found a beautiful face, with a pair of blue eyes lying there next to me, just looking at me.

It didn’t take long for use to throw our clothes and caution over the side of the bed, to make, sweet, gentle love.

When we made it back out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, we sat in a pair of bathrobes, eating, and the questions began.

“You’ve got a huge place here. Are you living with your parents?”

That statement indicated that Vicki didn’t have a clue about my wealth or status.

“No, it’s my place, but I inherited it, and I have a great job.”

She nodded at what I said, but whether or not she believed the whole cloth of my story, I don’t know.

Then I had a question for her.

“Didn’t you go off and get married after graduation?” She surely wasn’t wearing a wedding ring.

She looked up at me through half-closed lids and had a little smile on her face.

“I did. But it didn’t last. It couldn’t last. He wasn’t you.

“He only wanted to make love in missionary position. When I convinced him that having me on top, flat against him, was just a variety of missionary, he wouldn’t finger my ass for me. When I tried to suck on his cock, he told me that was a perversion that was homosexual in nature. You don’t even want to know what he said when I asked him to lick my pussy!

“I knew that I couldn’t go my whole life with an unsatisfactory and limited sex life. Plus, he was not my friend, like you were. So I divorced him. It was easy; we didn’t own much, we didn’t have children. No house. We just each took our own possessions and went our own way.

“That was when I started seriously looking for you; hoping that you would still be single and that I could become part of your life again.”

I learned that she and her parents were somewhat estranged, not completely, but their relations were cold and strained.

Call me a sucker, but by the evening, she was living with me.

And that only created another problem.

Heather, my Namibian beauty, showed up the next day asking why I would move Vicki into MY house, but not her. You know the solution to that, right? By the end of the next day, Heather was also living with me.