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From Another Planet

Copyright© 2023 by A Well Traveled Man

Chapter 16

I awoke Sunday and went to the gym, sensing the area on my way. I exercised, practiced my huku using the heavy bag, did a light workout on the weight machine, and then did my yoga routine. When finished, I showered, dressed, went to the kitchen for breakfast, vitamins, and protein drink, then drove the golf cart to the practice range. I decided to get back on schedule today, so it was a practice only. I got two buckets of balls and practiced, then returned home.

Mom said let’s go to the marina and check on our sailboat and dock. We stopped at Carl’s Jr. for lunch on the way. The dock had been remodeled, but another boat was still in our slip. Mom was pissed, so she untied the mooring lines and disconnected the services. Then, we gave the boat a gentle shove out of our slip. Then we went to the boat supply store, got a chain 12 ft. long and two locks, and returned to our slip. We locked the chain at the end of our slip and went to the maintenance yard.

Mr. Thomas, the manager, met us and showed us our sailboat. He said it would be done in a week, so Mom handed him a key to the chain locks. She asked Mr. Thomas to put our boat in our slip and replace the chain. Someone was using our slip, so we set it adrift and locked the slip. Mr. Thomas laughed and said that the boat was Mr. Bradley’s, the Marina Manager. Mom and I laughed, too, and then she asked Mr. Thomas to get someone to retrieve it and put it in the dry dock. Mom asked Mr. Thomas to hold the boat until she called him to release it. Mr. Thomas was laughing as he agreed.

On the way home, Mom said she would call the trust attorneys tomorrow. She thought it was time to review the properties in the trust. With the problems at the club and marina, I want to see what else is going on. We stopped for Italian takeout on the way home for dinner. While eating, Mom said she decided to hire an operations manager for the country club. It needs someone there all the time, and I don’t want to be tied down. After dinner, we watched CNN, hugged goodnight, and went to bed. I fell asleep and was used to the thumping, but it was still stronger than when it began and tingling all over my body. It felt different again this time, but I never noticed when it stopped, and I drifted into a deep sleep.

I awoke, exercised, practiced my huku, sensed the area, grabbed my walking staff, and took off running my route, keeping a steady speed and stride. When I reached my turnaround point, I increased my pace on the way home. After stretching, I showered, dressed, went to the kitchen for breakfast, vitamins, and a protein drink, and then drove the golf cart to the practice range. After warming up, I went out alone, and it felt good to get into my routine again. I shot a six under par and was happy with my round driving home.

Per her note, Mom was at the gym, so I ate lunch and went to my workshop. I programmed two laptops and then checked on the Carpenters. Grandmother had been served divorce papers, and her husband asked for alimony and 60% of her net worth. Chancellor White had somehow discovered the assets she had kept hidden from him. Amanda’s emails from her attorney weren’t good news in a community property state. Plus, her husband had photos and recordings of her adultery and abuse. Her attorney said she should have had a prenuptial agreement when they married. Amanda’s plans of living off her husband and then dumping him failed miserably.

Miranda and Mandi Carpenter were having problems of their own. Miranda’s baby’s daddy and family sued her for fraud and extortion in civil court. Mandi’s texts somehow got forwarded to them, along with pictures. They were demanding DNA testing on Mandi. Mandi’s photo album was sent to the two cheerleaders, and shit hit the fan. The Carpenter clan was in a state of chaos. Their grand plan turned to shit, and now it was escaping with enough money to start over and stay out of jail.

I was laughing because all this was Amanda’s first husband’s doing. I could hardly wait to read his new book. Then I sensed Mom was near, so I flipped the dummy switch, locked up, and went to my room. Mom called dinner was ready, and I went to the kitchen. Mom said she met the perfect candidate for the club’s general manager at the gym. That’s what took her so long as they talked after working out at the juice bar. Then Mr. Finkleman called and said Mathéo at Louis Vuitton called and wanted you to model for them at a fashion show in France in two weeks. He’ll call us with the details once the agreement is signed. Mom told him what Trey had done, and Mr. Finkleman said he would sic Karen Black on him, laughing as he hung up.

Mom finally got settled down, so we ate a late dinner. Then we played poker for an hour, hugged goodnight, and went to bed. I fell asleep and was used to the thumping, but it was still stronger than when it began and tingling all over my body. It felt different again, this time lingering in my head longer, and I never noticed when it stopped, and I drifted into a deep sleep.

I awoke Tuesday and went to the gym, sensing the area on my way. I exercised, practiced my huku using the heavy bag, did a light workout on the weight machine, and then did my yoga routine. When finished, I showered, dressed, went to the kitchen for breakfast, vitamins, and protein drink, then drove the golf cart to the practice range. Today was practice only, so I got two buckets of balls and practiced, then returned home. Mom left a note saying she went to the club to show Kathern Howell, the GM candidate, around and would bring home dinner.

I ate lunch and then went to the workshop. Then, I got a surprise call from HP. They wanted me to complete the server software that Professor Conners failed to finish. I told them I would do it for four servers and a rack and get me 2 to 3k Mbps service to complete the project. I gave them my address, and they would call me back. Then, I finished the last three laptops’ programming and sealed the box ready for shipment. HP called back and said they arranged for my service to be upgraded on Thursday afternoon. The servers and my work project would arrive the same day, and I asked for a completion time frame. I said within seven days from Friday. Please include contact information so I can notify you when I am done and said goodbye.

I sensed Mom leaving the club to get dinner, so my range increased. That was good as I flipped the dummy switch, locked it up, and went to my room. Mom was in a great mood when she brought chicken fried steak dinners from the All-American diner into the kitchen. We ate, and she talked about how the interview went and Kathern Howell accepting the position. Mom finally ran out of gas as we finished dinner and fell asleep while we watched the local news. I left her there and went to bed. I fell asleep and was used to the thumping, but it was still stronger than when it began and tingling all over my body. It felt different again, this time lingering in my head longer, and I never noticed when it stopped, and I drifted into a deep sleep.

I awoke, exercised, practiced my huku, sensed the area, grabbed my walking staff, and took off running my route, keeping a steady speed and stride. When I reached my turnaround point, I increased my pace on the way home. After stretching, I showered, dressed, went to the kitchen for breakfast, vitamins, and a protein drink, and then drove the golf cart to the practice range. I warmed up and then went out for a round by myself. I practiced hitting from hazards like the rough and sand traps. Then, I practiced my long putting and shot a two under par for the round. When I got home, Mom wasn’t there as I expected. She left a note saying she had gone to the club and would bring home dinner.

After lunch, I went to the workshop and practiced throwing knives and stars for an hour. Then, I started programming my backdoor for the server software I was to develop and or finish. When I finished it, I encrypted it and planned to add some things to it before completing my project. Then I had an idea, and it was so simple I was sure HP would buy it. I would send them the program with my code encrypted. If they raise an issue, I will tell them I will send you another one with Professor Connor’s programming. It does the same thing but is susceptible to hacking. I was sure they would ultimately choose mine over Professor Connors, but I would let them fumble around with it. After cleaning up my workspace, I flipped the dummy switch, locked it up, and went to the house.

Seeing Mom’s tablet on the coffee table, I couldn’t resist checking out her latest book. The title was “His Exquisite Service,” about a Spanish exchange student named Renaldo. He’s working as a waiter at a café, and he meets and seduces Tammy Brown, a legal secretary married to a workaholic stockbroker husband. Her friends hear about it and try an intervention. Instead, they are spellbound by Tammy’s stories of her liaisons with Renaldo. I was getting into the third chapter, where Renaldo discovers Tammy likes to be spanked during their encounters when the doorbell rang.

I opened the door and discovered it was a box from the Canadian Open. So, I brought it inside to see what they sent me. It couldn’t be much, judging by the size of the box. Before opening it, I reset Mom’s book to her page, turned the tablet off, and sensed Mom was en route. Then I opened the box and wasn’t surprised at what was included. The biggest and best prize was three exceptions to non-major pro tournaments. They gave me a list of qualified events I could attend. The rest was sponsoring samples of their products and discount coupons. It also included two $250 gift cards, one for Best Buy and one for Amazon. Mom walked with dinner, saw the mess on the table, and laughed.

I scooped it all back into the box, and we ate dinner. Mom said Mr. Finkleman called David Brooks to tell him about a letter he received from the British Amateur Open. They changed their minds and rescinded their offer to you to attend the tournament. David called the Canadian Open, the Amateur Federation, and the NCAA. Their feelings are if the British ban an American from their tournament after extending an offer. Then America will ban British citizens from ours. David said the State Department is now trying to prevent an international incident. Mom said my son is now an international incident and we both laughed.

After dinner, Sam Barton called and asked for help resolving the conflict before it reached the Pro Tour. There were rumblings about making all our golf tournaments for Americans only. I suggested that Mr. Barton call his British counterpart and offer to resolve the dispute. Tell them that if the British Amateur Federation doesn’t want Americans to participate, we will respond the same as it’s only fair. Then, to resolve the implied insult, offer TJ Jackson an invitation to the British Open instead. Tell them they must extend that fig leaf, or the Pro Circuit will adopt the same restrictions. Then Britain will be responsible for ruining Pro Golf, and every country will hate them for it.

Mr. Barton said Great idea then said goodbye and hung up. Mom and I laughed at his predicament and response, then watched the local news. They did a segment on the Riveria Country Club and Barbara Jackson resuming control. They interviewed Mom and Kathern Howell, the new GM, about restoring the club, then gave a brief tour. I said wow, my mom is a VIP, and Mom laughed. We hugged goodnight and went to bed. I fell asleep and was used to the thumping, but it was still stronger than when it began and tingling all over my body. It felt different again, lingering in my head longer, and I never noticed when it stopped, and I drifted into a deep sleep.

I awoke Thursday and went to the gym, sensing the area on my way. I exercised, practiced my huku using the heavy bag, did a light workout on the weight machine, and then did my yoga routine. When finished, I showered, dressed, went to the kitchen for breakfast, vitamins, and protein drink, then drove the golf cart to the practice range. Today was practice only, so I got two buckets of balls and practiced, then returned home. Mom left a note saying she went to the club, so I ate lunch, and then the excitement started. The internet guy showed up to hook up the new 3k service.

He questioned why we needed the service, and I said my mom was the head system designer for HP. She was injured in a car accident and now had to work from home. He bought it, saying that explains the rush job approval. I sensed he would have accepted anything I said. When he left, my new servers, rack, and project arrived. I spent the rest of the afternoon setting up the servers and updating the software. The new internet service was great and improved the operation of my new computer. Now, I was only restricted by the server speed at the other end. I had everything ready to start the project tomorrow, so I flipped the dummy switch, locked it up, and went to the house.

Sensing Mom was still at the club, I opened her tablet and started chapter four. Tammy began to meet her friends at her house by the pool so their sessions would be private. She described how much larger Renaldo was than her husband, and she would climax at least twice per session. More if they had time for fourplay and there wasn’t a dry swimsuit on the patio when Tammy finished. In chapter seven, Tammy told her friends she became suspicious of her husband. He would come home and spend all his time in the study on the computer. She investigated and found out her husband was watching videos of Renaldo and her doing it and got off on it. Several of the ladies had to go to the restroom quickly.

In chapter nine, they stopped using a motel and used her bed instead. They used her husband’s side of the bed and did not change the sheets. Renaldo told her to start leaving her used panties on the study chair for a souvenir. He said her husband would love them for his sessions. Most of her friends had forgotten modesty and were openly masturbating on the patio. In the book’s last chapter, Tammy submitted her master’s thesis on women and their fantasies. None of the stories she told was true. Tammy did meet Renaldo at a restaurant. He was an exchange student and hot-looking. But she never had an affair and did the storytelling for her master’s research.

I laughed as I reset Mom’s book to her place and turned off the tablet. Sensing mom was leaving the club, I went to my room and checked out the online classes UCLA offered. UCLA restricted students to four online courses per semester, but I was sure I could get Chancellor White to approve an extra one or two. Mom called dinner was here, so I went to the kitchen. While eating, I asked Mom if we should formally enroll in UCLA next week before we go to France. She said yes and would call tomorrow to schedule an appointment for Tuesday of next week. Mom also said she would call Mr. Finkleman about our travel arrangements to France.

After dinner, Mr. Finkleman called and said Mathéo called today, and our itinerary should arrive tomorrow or Saturday. Oh, and Karen Black had a conversation with Trey yesterday, and he’s licking his wounds. He thought telling everyone you had an exclusive would get you cheap next time. Karen said your rate would triple if you ever modeled for him again. We all laughed at Trey’s misery, and Mr. Finkleman said goodbye. Mom and I watched the local news, hugged goodnight, and went to bed. I fell asleep and was used to the thumping, but it was still stronger than when it began and tingling all over my body. It felt different again, lingering in my head longer, and I never noticed when it stopped, and I drifted into a deep sleep.

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