Chapter 17

Tuesday

The next morning we left a bit early to get to school. I went to our rural mailbox and put the contents into my pack. I did notice a few letters for me and one was postmarked Toronto from Mr Ciesla, my patent attorney.

At school I talked to Rita about my absence but I didn't go into any detail. She had done her own work and organized some dancing lessons and a dance. "I don't know where we can have the dance, though. The gym is ok for practising but it is not very romantic as our dance floor. Besides, it is too small."

Helen smiled widely at this and I understood her reasoning. I said, "Talk to Helen about what you would like. She may know of a suitable place."

I got away from the two and found Mr Corfu's door open and the girls not in yet. I knocked on his door and he took his feet off his desk and said, "Come in, Alex. Tell me how it went."

"Hello, sir. The two girls are calmed down now. I sent some blood samples for testing and the results should be in within a week. Linda is letting others watch over her till she gets back on her feet."

"That is good to hear. Is she still in danger?"

"She may slip at any time but with some understanding and compassion she should get over this."

"Ahh... Alex. I got a call late last night that you were seen dancing in the Clarkson with some of the school employees. I am not making any snap decisions; it is just that you were seen there."

"I thought the establishment was reputable. Is there something wrong with the way it is run, or its guests?"

"No, it is the best hotel in the city. It is just that you were seen with a great many ladies."

"Well Miss Vachon and Bouchard are family friends. Valerie and Linda were there for reasons you already know. My sister and brother were also there. One of my lawyers, Derrick MacNeil, was accompanying us along with the heir to a large chemical industry in the United States and his wife. It might also be good to mention to the busybody that I just purchased the hotel along with some other properties. As a property owner it would be good to see what I have spent my money on."

"The Clarkson? You own the Clarkson?"

"The bank and I do."

"I will tell the man and his wife at the next opportunity."

Voices were heard in the office and I excused myself to investigate. I am sure that Mr Corfu was happy to get me out of the office and the embarrassing situation he was presently in.

Linda and Valerie had come in. They wore their new clothes and this must have cheered them up for it did me. When they saw me, they immediately ran to me. I slid sideways and away from prying eyes. Linda kissed me very thoroughly and even pushed her body against me to see if I liked her.

"Oh Alex," she whispered, "I missed you."

"I missed you, too. Now, let me kiss Valerie, too." She made a fake pout and backed up for Valerie to get a turn. Valerie came in quickly and actually picked me up off my feet even though I was almost her size.

"I missed you last night. We had a long talk about you and we were told a great many new things. Would you look after me like you do Linda?"

"That may be possible," I said non-committally while looking around to see who might be listening. I was quite sure that Mr Corfu was listening as intently as he possibly could. With my hands I pantomimed someone listening and Valerie nodded her head. "I think that everything will turn out fine for both of you. You won't need me other than as a friend and that you already have.

"Now, I have to check on the last building. Izzy has to put up with the Home Ec class but I think he likes it."

Valerie said, "We have been out to see the things you are building. They are nice. I wonder if you can make a house with them."

"That is one of my plans. We make the homes in sections and truck them to the site and assemble them. I hope you two are not busy this summer because I need a lot of help managing what I started up or bought."

The girls smiled, so I guess they were receptive to the idea.

Laura was my next goal and she had the look of a well-fucked woman. When I came in she got up and closed the door and then raped my mouth. "What did you tell Linda to do?"

"I just told her that you like someone in your bum. Did one of my babies abuse one of my other babies?"

"She sure did. She almost wore herself out doing the rest of us. She seems to like her new toy. She reminds me of my little brother when he got a toy gun."

"Now I want you to be like a big sister and let her play. I like you coming to school looking like you are well fucked."

"I am not."

"You do so look that way. Ask the others, if you think I am mistaken. Now give your husband a kiss. I have to go."

She stopped and stared at me as if I had hit her hard. Her mouth started to move then stopped then tried again. Finally she got out very weakly, "What did you say?"

"If Helen and you are my wives, that makes me your husband. Do you like the sound of that?"

She kissed me with more feeling that she had ever before and I had to assume that she did agree.

Izzy was actually pretty far along with his construction. One half was completely done and the other section just needed the ceramic floor put down. The Home Ec class would still get him to put up curtains and other small things but that would be after the two halves had been attached at the site.

After our greetings I asked, "Who did the cabinet work?"

"My younger son Morris. Do you like it?"

I walked closer and saw that it was fair but there were a few small imperfections. There were no criteria listed about the quality that had to go into the unit. Considering that it was going to a mining site it was exceptionally done. "I am working on a bus. The insides are being put back together. I want floors, walls and ceiling done in a veneer. Still, the quality must be higher, even though this work is good."

Izzy thought for a moment. "He is usually a meticulous craftsman and I have to hurry him up most times. I think he would be able to do a very good job for you."

"Well, I have a job for one son; now I need to find jobs for the rest of you. Would you consider working for me full time? I need to stretch your abilities but I think you can handle the pressure. I am not going to pay union wages but I will keep you employed when the company is slow. Your sons come under the same agreement if, you want it."

"What are your terms?" He asked seriously.

It took five minutes but at the end he shook my hand and smiled as if winning a lottery.

The bell rang and I went to class thinking of all the things I needed him to do. I figured his family would be busy for many years.

During math I read the letter from Mr Ciesla. I received the document committing him to my employ. A short note asked if he could come for a visit and find out more about me. He was coming up regardless to do some fishing. I knew that if given the chance, he would do little or no fishing except for information.

Since he was coming no matter what, I thought I might as well make use of the situation. I made a list of the various novelties that could now be sold for a goodly amount of money. The thoughts of robbing an inventor of his work didn't sit well but the man or woman would just have to find something new to invent because they would find the niche already filled.

During the rest of the day I filled out sheet after sheet of data on what had to be done to produce the first polio vaccine. I went into as much detail as possible and during draughting made diagrams of the rooms and especially the equipment needed. A rocking platform was needed to slowly agitate the solution. With enough help and equipment I could have the vaccine ready for a field trial this year.

During machine shop I called Janice and asked, "Will you phone and write Connaught Labs in Toronto a letter?"

"What would you like me to ask them?" she asked.

"They have a solution for growing different cultures. The one I am interested in is called 'medium 199'. I already have the formula but I want to leave a paper trail for some investigators to follow."

"Why do you want that Alex?"

"The work on polio will be received very quietly at first then go off like a bomb. I want to spread all the kudos around I can. This makes many inventors helping towards one goal instead of one young man or perhaps even a boy. As it is, I am going to hide my contributions as much as possible."

"It can't be that bad Alex. If you have already found a vaccine it is important to give it to the world. Nobody is going to hurt you for it."

"You are mistaken Janice. They will try their best to discredit me and what I made. One day it may come out but it has to be put off as long as possible. Please use the name 'CanTech Pharmaceuticals' a few times to let them remember the link."

"Ok, dictate what you want me to say."

I dictated two messages over the phone. One would go in the mail and the other for Janice's phone call. As a further link I would ask for the same information from Chicago under my North Wind Pharmaceuticals.

There was nothing I could do with the vaccine now without being on the site and talking to Silva's dad and their lawyers. The only thing left was the plastic extrusion machines I wanted.

I asked Mr Creighton about the estimates for the machines. "Well Alex it looks like they are going to play fair with you. The machines are going to cost thirty thousand, not the twenty I thought. The time and materials for tooling looks like at least seven thousand dollars. They can get four machines shipped in within a week and the next two in a matter of one week more. Are you ready for them?"

"I don't have all that amount of money just yet. If the two gentlemen will order the machines for we I will give them a cheque for two thousand dollars and the rest upon arrival. If you know the specifications for the dies then I would like them started now."

I reached into my pack and handed him the drawings I had made. Most were on 'B' sized paper and covered many sheets to show all the detail I wished to have. Some had very exacting tolerances that had to be met or the plastic would not be ejected from the mould. The finish had to be good because any scratches in the metal would get transferred into the plastic itself.

Mr Creighton looked through the many sheets and said, "This is not going to be easy to make. Do you want me to offer more money for them to spend more time on it?"

"Offer them an extra hundred dollars if it is done when the first machine comes in."

"I will tell the machinists that when I phone them later today. On another vein, the bus is coming along fine. The frame is up and the metal skin is on. I am afraid it is a little more decorative than it originally was but not much. We found the heaviest ply tires we could and installed them. Those I have, are not paid for yet. I am afraid we, too, are out of money. I paid everybody for the work they had done and I only have a hundred and fifty seven dollars left."

I said, "It looks like I must go to the bank and get them to give me more money."

The teacher asked, "Why not simply sell some of the gold? You will have to eventually."

"For a variety of reasons. Some revolve around taxes, while others are to establish a good credit rating. I will be dealing in the billions of dollars some day and it is handy to get a few hundred million for an occasional good deal."

Mr Creighton had a good case of apoplexy. He said, "I hope you were joking."

"Not in the least. There are numerous ways to make big money. You just have to think of what is happening around you and then predict accurately what will happen next. If you have the money to start, you can take advantage of many great deals."

"You have a prediction for me?"

"Yes I have. Go to Mario's restaurant and order his pizza. There are many varieties. Get a relative to open a franchised outlet in any large metropolitan area. The relative works for you and you make lots of money if he is honest and hardworking. As soon as the bank knows that you are a good risk, borrow as much money as you can to open more restaurants in other cities. There are some criteria you will have to put up with. For instance, all pizzas have to be made exactly the same and each restaurant has to look the same or similar. A customer eating at a Pizza Hut in Vancouver will enjoy the same meal in your establishment."

"How much will this cost?"

"You are getting in on the ground floor. The franchise will be very cheap but the building has to be made very well. Mario and his family will make many millions of dollars and there is no reason you can't help him and make your own fortune."

"Just for selling his pizza?"

"There is a lot more to it than that. You get assistance in setting up and best of all: I can give you some good locations to start. For the next five years you will almost work yourself to death but then you can retire with millions in the bank."

"What about what you are doing with the bus?"

"That can make you some money, too, when you make more units but it will not have the risk or the financial rewards the other venture will."

"What about these toys you are making?"

"Now that will make more money. I need a man to run a plant making the first toy then more simple ones. They will be popular for a few years but the dolls will be the ones to really bring in money in the long haul. You interested in giving it a try?"

"I understand machines a lot more than food. Maybe I can swing a deal with my two sisters. They like to cook and talk. They should make great restauranteurs."

"Well, let's start now with these machines."

My fascination with the Wal-Mart idea had not languished either but I'd have to find some dedicated people who I could trust this idea to. This would have to expand very quickly and not be a place for learn-as-you-go.

The last class of the day was French. I found a bouncing Natalie again and the boys watched her a lot more than they used to. Even some of the girls must have seen something they liked. At the end of class I stayed a moment and asked, "I need a ride from my house to the bank in your car. I want Laura to help me in her car too. Will you be able to help me?"

"What about Linda?"

"She will be safe. The two of them will come shopping with us later."

"Ok, I'll help."

"Good, then ask Laura to follow you to the house. I need you both."

After school I passed the office and found Linda and Valerie in much better moods than what they had yesterday but it was still not their old selves.

I said to Linda, "Hello, sweetheart."

She looked around quickly and hung her head and said, "Hello Alex."

"I found that you two were good girls, so mommy is going to be nice to both of you." Her eyes brightened up at that. "Meet me at Laura's home in one hour." I looked directly at Valerie and whispered, "You, young lady will get a pair of scissors in the office here. You will then go into the washroom and cut the narrow strip of material out of your panties. If I look at you in your new dress I will still see the outline of your panties but people will be able to check how wet you are."

Both girls were listening very intently and were actually twitching too. Their breathing increased and their nipples stood out a bit in their heavy bras.

I looked at Valerie more closely and said, "Linda, you better cut them for her. I don't want any damage to one of my girls."

Linda said in a weak voice, "Yes, Alex."

I just looked at Valerie till she said, "Yes, Alex. I will do it."

Rita waited for me outside. She and Helen were talking with their heads close together. When I got close Rita turned to me and said, "Did you really buy the Clarkson?"

"That and a few more properties. Why?"

"Well... it is expensive and I now hear it has a great dance floor."

"Talking to people who were there last night dancing when they should have been doing homework, I see."

Helen lowered her head and blushed. It wasn't fair of me because I had invited her to join us and dance later. I moved close and picked up Helen's chin and gave her a kiss. "Sorry, it was me who asked you to stay." She lifted her face and smiled.

I turned to Rita, who suddenly looked sad. I lifted her chin and gave her a similar kiss. "I am sorry for putting both of you through one of my jokes." She did perk up and looked around. Her friends were waiting and were now talking together about what they saw. Rita would probably strut home tonight.

My bike was still in good shape and I wondered again why Nick was leaving it alone. I talked with Helen on the ride to pick up Aron. She was all for the shopping trip and liked it even better with the girls.

When we sat on the grass at the side of the road I said, "I told Valerie to cut the gusset out of her panties. When she meets us later she will be very wet."

"Why did you do that Alex?"

"Helen," I said in a quiet but stern voice. "After the next car goes by, reach under your dress and give me your panties." She looked at me to see if I were joking, thought for only a few seconds and then looked around. In seconds she handed me her panties and her face was red with embarrassment.

"Stand between me and the sun." Helen did as I asked and only hesitated a bit.

"Turn around slowly and keep your legs a few inches apart." This time she did this simple task much quicker. Her dress was of thick material and I could not see through it, even when I was still on the ground and the sun would be just under her crotch.

There was nobody around when I said, "Come close to me and then raise the front hem of your dress as high as it will go."

"Alex!"

"You are my wife. Do it."

She was breathing very rapidly now and she came within a few inches of my nose before pulling up her dress. I could easily see and now smell her. She squirmed and then squirmed again. I simply blew gently across the pubes at her lips. She shivered then pulled back. The hem did not come down, though.

"Back up a step and kneel in front of me with your legs far apart." With eyes large as saucers and almost glowing she did as I asked. "Now tell me, my wife, why I had Valerie remove the crotch out of her panties."

"Ah... so she would feel like me."

"How do you feel now?"

"I feel... I feel like I should jump on you and make you give me a baby." Just as she said it she hung her head.

"Look at me Helen."

She did and I said, "At the moment I want to jump on you and eat you for hours, then sink my cock into you and pump millions of sperm cells into your fertile womb."

She had a shocked expression and her hand stole to her pelvis almost of its own accord and then came away.

"Helen put your hand under your skirt and make yourself orgasm for me."

Her mouth opened and closed as if to argue but her hand was already at work. In a few seconds her eyes closed and small groans of contentment slipped from her lips. Cars were coming now and I opened my notebook and pretended to read as I watched Helen. Some boys went by on their bikes but didn't give us a second look. Just before Aron rode up on his bike, Helen bent over in orgasm and her fingers worked as fast as they could.

Aron pulled up and stopped. I waved to him and then waited a moment. When Helen recovered, I took her wet hand and licked the fingers clean. She just looked into my eyes as I did this and then shivered again when I licked her damp palm.

Helen turned around in fright when Aron said, "You guys doing it again?"

I licked her fingers one more time and said, "Yes, Aron, we were. Your sister does things to me that make me want to do a lot more."

I took her panties in my hand and sniffed the gusset and said, "This smells like my woman and it makes me hungry." They got a small lick as Helen watched me then I put them in my pocket.

"Get on your bike, Sweetheart. We have to get home soon."

Helen rode in quiet as she squirmed on the seat, either trying to find a comfortable place or more likely trying to find the most stimulating motion.

When we got home the bikes went away and Helen said, "Come upstairs with me."

"Sorry, I have work to do. Both of you change out of your school clothes," I looked at Helen and said, "and no panties for you."

They both went into the house, while I went to the barn. With the rope falls I took out all one-quart mason jars that contained gold dust and flakes. An imperial quart would weigh almost fifty of the usual pounds, not the troy pounds. There was just twenty-four jars of them plus one only half full. I was tired from getting these out of the pit, for they weighted in at over half a ton. Two nicely sized nuggets caught my eye and I opened the jar and fished them out. They were roughly the same size that Natalie and Laura loved.

I got out of the pit myself and put the cover back in place. The buckboard that we hardly ever used was strong enough to support the weight and I decided to put the jars into the back.

I picked all the jars up one more time. There was a lot more room, so I got up and put them into some wooden butter boxes and other wooden boxes that dad brought back that had contained dynamite or the primers. One extra box containing rags was dumped and I put it into the wagon too. There was enough time to hook up one of the horses and lead the wagon out of the barn and away from the house. When I turned the buggy around the tracks now came from the field behind the house.

It was not that I didn't trust Laura or Natalie but because I'd given my word that I would not lead anybody to our hiding spot. Five minutes later two cars arrived. Helen heard them and both she and Aron came out to greet our guests. After hugs and kisses were passed around and Aron got more than his fair share, I might add, I said, "If we hurry, we can make it to the bank. I want to bring some gold and we need both cars."

Laura asked, "How much are you bringing?"

"About six hundred pounds in each car." She just stared at me then and when I looked at Natalie she was the same. Helen was just a bit shocked. To get them going I said, "Natalie, open your trunk."

After I asked her two more times, the flustered woman finally began to function. When the trunk was open, I led the horse by hand in a circle and backed the wagon up to the car trunk. I set the brake and walked to the back of the wagon.

"Helen, put this box in the trunk." When that was done I took one imperial quart of my special preserves out of a box and put it at the end of the wagon. The girls just looked at the gold instead of doing something about it. "Girls, take the jar and put it into the box. Don't drop it. It weighs almost fifty pounds."

Helen started first and managed to get the jar in by herself. In a few more minutes the jars were all lined up at the end of the buckboard and I had the empty boxes. I jumped down and told Aron, "Hold the horse's bridle. I don't want her to move."

"Ok, Alex," he said as he scampered around.

I ran to the house and yelled back, "Make the load even," before getting inside.

I remembered Mr Jackson's phone number from the dial on his phone. My finger went in the holes and turned the dial and let the spring take it back to its original position. In a way the dial was a lot more fun than a touch-tone phone except when you were waiting to connect to the Internet provider. Then the quick tones were nicer.

Mr Jackson picked up the phone on the forth ring. He greeted me and I said, "Hello, Mr Jackson. This is Alex Kramer."

"Hello, Alex, How are you today?"

"Fine thanks. I hope you are doing as good. Would it be possible for you to stay open just a few minutes longer today? I have to make a deposit and I may be at most five minutes late."

"Well, seeing as it is you, I will ask the girls to stay over."