Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2009 17:20:59 +0000
From: Jacob Latson <jacob_latson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Agony & Ecstasy Chapter 9

Disclaimer:

This story will describe the life of John Miller from his time as
a divorced man who has been devastated by the divorce and turned it
into a new life of wealth.  This story will include descriptions of
male sex, including M/M, M/T, M/b, T/b and b/b.  If stories involving
sex between consenting males of all ages, including mainly gay sex,
offends you, go back to the Archives and pick a different story for
your reading pleasure.

There has been minimal research for this story therefore, names,
places, and events are mostly fictitious and similarities to real life
are coincidental.

Some companies and organizations mentioned actually exist, but
references to the activities, policies, programs and procedures are
fictitious. This story will include references to the United States
government, the FBI, CIA and other agencies.  Any references are purely
fictional, and only used to develop the plot and characters.

Bill worked his magic again!  Thanks, Bill!!

Agony & Ecstasy

Chapter 9

A New Life and New Challenges

Rumors spread throughout the NAO building about a new management consultant
who had been appointed by the two elderly stockholders.  Everyone was
excited about the new appointment except three Department Heads.

William Tennant, Security Chief for S&JI, Ltd. was in a private meeting
with Glen Young, Personnel Director and Jacob Coleman, Financial Manager,
and the three men were livid!

"We need to get this new asshole under our thumbs!" Glen said emphatically.
"Those two old bitches are out to fuck us out of what we deserve!"

"I was sure that I could convince them to appoint me as the new CEO, but
those old bags are senile and need a bullet in the head!" Jacob added.
"All of our plans could go out the window if we don't get control of this
new fuckhead.  I don't believe the story that he's a management consultant!
He's going to be the new President and CEO, and you need to get some dirt
on him so we can control him," he said to William Tennant.

"I hear that he's headed to the Bahamas," William said.  "I'll send some
special men to wire the Presidential Mansion there.  Philippe won't work
with us, so we'll have to work around that fucking nigger!"

"James Stanton loved fucking little boys and we can only hope that this new
guy can be tempted to drill a girl or boy so we can record it," Jacob said.
"When we have control of him, the moves will happen and we can retire as
millionaires!"

John was having lunch in the cafeteria with Helen Baxter while the three
men were plotting against him.  His mind was still reeling with the
financial information, and he looked around the beautiful restaurant that
Helen seemed to take for granted.  The food and service would rival any
five star restaurants in the entire world, and the furnishings were
awesome!

"I took the liberty of scheduling an appointment with Henri's Tailor Shop,"
Helen said to John.  She was impressed with the handsome man and wondered
if he was married.  It was obvious that John Miller was in excellent shape,
and Helen wanted to learn as much as she could about her new boss.

"Who's Henri?" John asked.

"He's the best tailor in the State of Michigan," Helen answered.  "Henri
will measure you for your new wardrobe, and by the time you come back,
you'll have the clothes that you need for your new job."

"I guess that showing up dressed like this was a mistake," John admitted.
"I still can't believe that this is happening, all from changing a flat
tire."

Helen wanted to hear how John Miller had met Betty Anderson and Martha
Jenkins, so John gave her a condensed version of the flat tire and what he
had been doing for the ladies.

"I'm surprised that one of them didn't pull out a gun on you," Helen said
in a matter of fact manner. "The entire Stanton family loves guns and has
them everywhere."

John laughed and said that he was shocked when he first heard that his
aunts carried guns when they went out of their home, but now he liked the
idea.  Then he asked what would happen when he went to the Bahamas.

"You'll get to meet Philippe for the first time and meet the rest of the
management staff of the international operations," Helen replied.  "I'm
going to make a suggestion to you, and I hope that you don't take offense.
DON'T TRUST ANYONE!  There're some people in this organization that have
their own ideas on how to run our company, and James Stanton, for some
reason, didn't get rid of them.  Be suspicious of everyone until you make
up your own mind about their priorities."

"Can't I trust you?" John asked.  "Aunt Betty and Aunt Martha told me that
I could trust you, and I value their opinions."

"Trust no one until you see how their decisions affect our company,
including me!"  Helen replied.

"I've noticed that no one here calls James Stanton anything but
Mr. Stanton," John said.  "My two aunts always call him Jimmy, but everyone
else is very formal."

"James allowed me to call him by his first name, but never `Jim'" Helen
replied.  "Everyone else was instructed to call him `Mr. Stanton'."

"Well I don't like that type of formality, so please call me John."

"I'd like to do that, but I'd suggest that we continue the formalities
until you get settled in." Helen replied.  "Philippe has been the `Acting
President' ever since James died, and I trust him to continue making
important decisions until you take over.  He'll introduce you to the Board
of Directors for S&JI, Ltd. and then to the Board of Directors of WWI.  He
told me that you should go to Switzerland for some bank business and then
you can decide when to return here.  James loved to hunt and fish, and his
travel assistant had trips booked for the next 12 months.  Tom Mason was
the travel assistant for James, but unfortunately, Tom was killed along
with James during the African Safari."

"How did that happen?" John asked.  "A while ago, my friend, Jim Taylor
showed me a newspaper article that I vaguely remember skimming over."

"James and Tom were in Zimbabwe to hunt for antelope and elephants," Helen
began.  "The outfitter was very experienced but things went wrong.  We
never got all of the details, but the official findings said that a wounded
bull elephant charged and trampled both James and Tom.  James was cremated
and his ashes were scattered in the jungle area of our reception enclosure.
Tom's family insisted on a regular burial.  It was a very sad time for all
of us and the organization has been waiting for a new President and CEO to
take over."

"Thomas Kendrick said that he would handle my tax issues with the IRS and
State of Michigan, but he also advised me to buy some property and cars
that James Stanton owned," John said openly.  "He said it would cost $2
million!"

"If Thomas advised you to buy, you can bet that you'll be getting something
extremely valuable for your money," Helen replied.  "James Stanton never
owned any junk!"

"For someone who was struggling to make the payments on my home, it's hard
to part with that much money," John admitted.  "For the first time in my
life, I'll be free from debt, and I still feel like this is a dream and
I'll wake up and find out that I'm still broke!"

Helen laughed and told John that this was not a dream.  "Just so that you
know, James Stanton became a citizen of the Bahamas," Helen said.  "He
renounced his U.S.  citizenship to avoid paying income taxes on his large
income from the international operations.  Very few people know that fact.
Even his two aunts don't know, and I'm asking you to keep that information
a secret.  I didn't even put that information in the document that I
prepared for you to read."

"It's more like a book than a document!" John teased.  "It'll take me a
month to read it all!"

"I apologize for the size of the file, but I wanted to give you an idea of
how important the North American Operations are to the future of our
company," Helen replied.  "I tried to be diplomatic when I described the
different NAO managers and their responsibilities, but some of the managers
will put pressure on you to make some big changes.  Just take your time
before making your decisions that will affect our outlet stores and
employees."

After lunch, John walked out to his Silverado pickup truck and looked back
at the beautiful building that was now his domain.  He had held back his
emotions during the long meetings inside the building, but reality hit him
hard.  He leaned against the door of the truck and let his emotions run
free.  Tears flowed down his face and he hoped that no one would see.  He
got inside the truck and sobbed openly about the drastic changes in his
life.  He would be able to pay off the debts from the divorce and do
something significant for Johnny, Kirsty and Little John.  He finally
settled down and drove to the tailor shop to meet Henri.

Henri Gottleib was thrilled to meet the new executive from the Sea & Jungle
Imports, Ltd., and had two assistants ready to measure and order an entire
wardrobe for John.  He congratulated John on his new job and started
recommending everything from underwear, shoes and shirts that were
appropriate for an executive to wear for informal events all the way to
tuxedos for very formal events.  John had never owned an Armani suit, but
he listened to the recommendations of the expert tailor and agreed to
everything that was suggested.  Henri was excited about the huge sale for
his exclusive store and had his workers fit John with a beautiful Armani
suit of dark blue.  Henri was used to fitting men with obese bodies, but
this man was in perfect shape and only minor alterations were necessary.
Henri was very diplomatic in asking John, "Which side do you dress?"  John
knew that Henri was asking him where his manhood would create a bulge so
that the tailor could add fabric to that area.  John volunteered that he
might be carrying a firearm and was surprised when Henri brought out a
shoulder holster for the tailor to use in fitting the suit coats.  Before
John left the shop, he was carrying the most beautiful silk suit that he
had ever seen in his entire life, along with shirts, ties, socks, shoes and
a topcoat.

John was still overwhelmed by the cost of $75,000 for his new clothes, but
headed for the bank to deposit his huge paycheck of $20 million dollars.
He had taken the advice of Thomas Kendrick in opening a new account at the
Bank of Detroit, and met with the Bank Manager, William Gould in his
private office.

"Welcome to the Bank of Detroit," Bill Gould said when he greeted John.
"Mr. Kendrick said that you might be visiting us today, and I assure you
that we'll take care of all of your banking needs.  Please sit down and we
can discuss your plans."

John handed the check for his first year of employment with S&JI, Ltd. and
saw a big smile on Bill's face.  He took the check back to endorse it and
then told the bank manager what he wanted to do with the deposit.

"I know that the IRS will swoop down on us real fast when they see this
deposit," John said.  "Mr. Kendrick will handle any tax issues, and he'll
also give you the information about my two home mortgages, the credit card
account numbers, and the loan for my furnace.  I want all of those debts
paid in full and I also want to open a joint account with my son.  Can we
do that?"

"We can do that and even more!" Bill replied.  He couldn't wait to call the
bank president to tell him about the huge deposit and knew the president
would be equally thrilled.  He listened to John's desires and promised to
handle everything quickly.

John thought about Margaret, and knew that the bitch would try to get money
from him or his son.  He explained his concerns to Bill and was relieved
that his account balance would remain private.  He filled out an
application for an American Express card and asked that the bills would be
paid immediately out of his combination of checking and savings accounts.
He accepted the signature card for the new joint account with his son and
thanked Bill before heading back to the NAO Headquarters.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Miller," the guard at the gate said when John drove
up.  "Please go to the employee parking area and park your truck in parking
spot #1."

John was surprised that the guard recognized him from the morning visit,
but correctly guessed that Helen had spread the word about his new position
as a "management consultant".  When he drove into the employee parking lot
he was surprised to see a sign on the closest spot to the front door of the
building that said, "Reserved for John Miller".

He parked the truck and walked into the lobby and up to the security
checkpoint.  He was going to walk through the metal detector, but the guard
recognized him and motioned for him to bypass the detector and go to the
reception desk.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Miller," Regina Henderson said warmly.  "Mr. Kendrick
is waiting for you in the South American Conference Room.  Would you like
me to escort you upstairs?"

"Thank you, Regina," John said politely.  "I'd like you to call me John,
unless you want me to call you, Ms. Henderson."

"That will take me some time to get used to," Regina laughed.  "Mr. Stanton
never let anyone call him by his first name, but I'm honored that you said
that.  Of course, if anyone else is around I'll show respect and call you
Mr. Miller."

John looked at the jungle and still couldn't believe that this was his new
place of employment.  He had visited several Chrysler buildings and had
never seen any building that could match the lobby of the NAO Headquarters.
The dingy plant and his cluttered work cubicle at the Chrysler Parts Plant
were now in the past, and he was thrilled.  He took the glass elevator up
to the 12th floor; using the access card that Regina had given him.  The
12th floor had restricted access, and only executives with the access cards
could enter.  When he walked out of the elevator he saw a black man with
gray hair sweeping the hallway.  He saw the man's name on his badge and
uniform and walked up and introduced himself.

"Hi, Howard, my name is John Miller," John said while offering his hand to
the black man.  "Could you please show me where the men's room is?"

"Mr. Miller, I'm pleased to meet you," Howard replied.  He was surprised
that the new executive would even acknowledge him because of his low
position with the company.

"Please call me John," John said.  "These halls look beautiful!"

"I'm sorry sir, but Mr. Briggs would fire me if he ever heard me call
anyone by their first name.  I'm just a lowly janitor here, and most people
don't even know my name."

"Who's Mr. Briggs?" John asked.

"Mr. Briggs is the Maintenance Manager and my boss's boss," Howard replied.

John could tell that Howard was nervous, so he decided to let the man
continue his work.  He noticed that Howard's uniform was sparkling clean
and perfectly pressed, and he was impressed with the man and his work.
After he used the men's room, John complimented Howard on the cleanliness
of the toilet area.  The black man beamed with pride and acted humble, but
John could tell that Howard was pleased with his comments.

When John walked into the South American Conference Room he was surprised
to see the chairs filled with a group of white men.  The only woman in the
room was Helen and he greeted her warmly.

"Gentlemen, let me introduce our new management consultant, Mr. John
Miller," Helen said professionally.  John shook hands with all of the men,
but knew that he wouldn't remember most of their names.  He had scanned
through the information that Helen had prepared for him and knew that the
file contained organization charts with photographs that would be helpful
in memorizing the names and positions that the men held.

"Mr. Miller will be here this afternoon but will be leaving for the Bahamas
early tomorrow morning," Helen said.  "He'll be using the President's
Office and conference room, but please don't bother him until he gets
settled in."

John quickly noticed that three of the men didn't seem happy with him using
the President's Office.  He sensed some hostility, and was on full alert to
capture the body language that the men displayed.

The meeting only lasted about 20 minutes before Helen closed the meeting.
She led John out of the conference room and down the hallway to an office
door made of solid teakwood.

When John got inside, he stopped in his tracks!  The office was huge and
the walls were covered with trophy animals.  The largest aquarium that he
had ever seen was filled with exotic tropical fish.  The aquarium was eight
feet tall and over 15 feet long!  Persian rugs decorated the hardwood floor
and the huge desk was made out of a type of wood that he couldn't identify.

"HOLY CRAP!" John exclaimed when he looked around his new office.  The
guest chairs were all leather, but John couldn't determine what type.  All
that he knew was that this office looked like it was built for a king!

"Mr. Stanton had very expensive tastes," Helen said.  "He shot all of the
animals and personally selected the furnishings.  The only other place in
the entire world that has these designs of leather furniture is in the
Middle East where the royal families like to impress their visitors.  If
any of the furnishings are not to your liking, we can quickly replace
them!"

John was awestruck, and walked around the room, looking at the trophy
mounts and the original oil paintings.

"That one was painted by Vincent Van Gogh, "Helen said.  "The next one is
by Jackson Pollock, the next by Pablo Picasso, this one is by Salvadore
Dali, and my favorite is this Andy Warhoul creation.  These paintings are
technically owned by World Wide Investments, but you can have any of them
for your home."

"Jesus!" John exclaimed.  "These paintings are all originals?  They must be
worth a fortune!"

"Yes, they're all originals and insured for $500 million dollars," Helen
replied.  "This Ming Dynasty vase is worth over $5 million dollars.
Everything in this room is priceless, and museums around the world would
kill to have even half of what James Stanton and his father collected.  His
home in Bloomfield Hills is full of original oil paintings that his father
and grandfather collected a long time ago.  Of course, that's your home
now!"

"I have a home that I love," John admitted.  "I'm still overwhelmed by all
of this, and can't believe that I'm not dreaming."

"James had just purchased a huge home in Bloomfield Hills that he was going
to move into," Helen said.  "Both homes are yours now, and you can use them
or sell them.  James did a lot of entertaining when he was here in
Michigan, and his home was perfect for the large parties.  I suggest that
you get settled before you make any decisions about selling anything."

"I couldn't afford the trash cans for a home in Bloomfield Hills!" John
admitted.  "I built most of my current home on Long Lake, and I love it.  I
could use some new furniture and some appliances, but I have great
neighbors and a great place to fish.  It may sound stupid to you, but my
dog is buried there, and I don't want to leave Barney."

"Betty and Martha told me about your divorce and what Margaret did to your
home and dog," Helen said.  "I'm appalled by what happened to your dog and
home and can only offer my condolences.  I can tell that it still bothers
you, so let's change the subject.  Thomas left a bunch of papers for you to
sign, and I'll go over them with you in case you have any objections."

John choked back his emotions from thinking about Barney, and agreed to
look at the official documents.  He sat in the leather chair behind the
cocobolo desk and smiled.  He looked around at his new domain and felt
dizzy that it was all his!

"I've looked at all of the documents and I think that Thomas has done a
fantastic job!"  Helen said.  "On a temporary basis, Thomas will be your
legal representative if you sign this document.  He can then transfer
ownership of a farm, several cars and ownership of some businesses and
property in the Czech Republic.  James kept these assets in his own name
while WWI owns all of the outlet stores and many hunting and fishing camps
around the world, along with both homes in Bloomfield Hills.  If you sign
all of these documents, your bank account will take a hit of about $1.5
million, but the property and vehicles are worth about five times that
amount."

"I won't own anything made by the Chrysler Corporation!" John said
emphatically.  He looked at the list of vehicles and was shocked!  The
first car was a 1953 Corvette!  He knew that only 200 were built and that
car collectors would give anything to own one of the first sports cars
built in the U.S.  He listened to Helen describe each vehicle before he
signed the purchase agreements and applications for new titles.

"A beautiful bright red Ferrari Testarossa," Helen said when she handed the
document to John for his signature.  "James loved fast cars and has others
in every city around the world where we have stores, along with some very
valuable homes or apartments."

"This registration is for a 1957 Bel Aire two door hardtop," Helen said.
"It's one of my favorites that James often drove to work."

Before John was finished signing the documents, he realized that he now
owned 30 of the most collectible cars ever built!

"Your two aunts have some of your cars stored in their barn, and the rest
are either in the garage of your new home or at the farm house that you
just bought," Helen said.  "We have a fleet of company cars that you can
use, or you can drive a vehicle that you own.  It's all up to you!"

"I can't wait to see all of these cars!" John admitted.  "Just one of them
is worth more than my entire home and property!"

"Mr. Kendrick will take care of the paperwork while you're in the Bahamas,"
Helen said.  "William Tennant, Security Chief for S&JI, Ltd. wants to talk
to you before you leave today."

"Can I trust him?" John asked.

"That's for you to decide," Helen said professionally.  "Remember my
advice.  Trust no one until you get to know them and their priorities."

John had a bad feeling about some of the men who held important
responsibilities with his new company, but he decided to take Helen's
advice and wait before forming an opinion.

When William Tennant arrived at his office, John welcomed the man inside
and offered the man some coffee.  William refused, and seemed
uncomfortable.

"I have a cell phone for you to carry at all times," William Tennant said.
"I also have this laptop computer so you can record any personal
information that you don't want to put on the computer here in your office.
I've assigned four of my security officers to accompany you to Nassau and
wherever else you decide to go.  The four men will make sure that you're
safe at all times."

Something about William Tennant didn't seem right to John.  He accepted the
cell phone and computer and said, "I don't like cell phones.  It seems that
everyone uses them when they're driving, and I'm sure that cell phones
cause a lot of accidents."

"One of my men will drive you wherever you need to go," William said.  "My
job is to make sure that you're safe at all times, so please get used to
having a bodyguard with you at all times."

John didn't like the sound of having the men invade his privacy.  He knew
that he could refuse the protection, but decided to be very guarded around
the security officers until he knew them.

When John was ready to leave for home, Helen gave him a note that his two
aunts were expecting him for supper.  He wanted to talk to his aunts in
private, but knew that the four security officers would insist that they
guard him at all times.  He met the four men at the lobby and only
remembered their first names.  He wasn't impressed with the four men who
looked like they were rejects from the nearest mall security details.  All
four of the men were wearing uniforms that bulged out from their overweight
bodies, and John wondered if the buttons on the shirts would pop open at
any second.  One of the men insisted that he ride with John in the pickup
truck, while the other three men followed behind in a Cadillac Escalade.

"I'm going to have supper with my two aunts," John said to Carl.  "Here's
some money so you guys can grab a bite to eat while I'm visiting."

"One of us needs to be with you every second," Carl said emphatically.

"I'm going to visit with my aunts alone!" John replied sternly.  "I'm going
to have a private discussion with them, and I don't care what William
Tennant told you!"

Carl was obviously pissed, but insisted that John take the cell phone with
him during his visit with the two elderly ladies.

John pulled into the driveway of the farmhouse and got out of his truck.
He tossed the cell phone to Carl and listened to the demands of the
security officer that he take the phone with him, "in case of emergency".

"I think that you need to understand that I make the decisions about my
personal safety," John said.  "You keep the phone warm while I enjoy some
fantastic food from my two aunts.  I don't expect to be ready to leave for
at least three hours, so go get something to eat or just sit here and wait
for me!"

William Tennant was still in his office when he got the call from Carl
Hammond.  He was livid that John had refused the protection of his security
officers and had left the cell phone in the truck.

"GODDAMMIT!" William screamed.  "I ordered you to stay with him every
second!  I don't care what you have to do to make him keep that phone with
him, even if you have to shove it up his ass!  Do what I told you, or start
looking for another job!"

Carl Hammond knocked on the door to the farmhouse, and was met by Martha
Jenkins, Betty Anderson and John Miller.  He swallowed hard and said that
John had a phone call from William Tennant, Chief of Security.  He handed
the phone to John and hoped that his boss could convince John to keep the
phone with him.  He knew that the other security agents had a recorder
running to capture any conversation, but he had orders not to divulge that
information to the new "management consultant".

John was suspicious of the cell phone, but decided to play dumb when he
talked to the Chief of Security.  "I'm just visiting my two aunts to have
supper," John said.  "I appreciate your concern for my safety, but I'm very
comfortable here in their home.  The security officers can wait outside or
go get something to eat.  It looks like they're used to eating large
meals."

William Tennant was pissed!  He argued with John, but couldn't convince the
new addition to S&JI that the men had to stay with him at all times.  He
was even more pissed when John said that he wouldn't carry the cell phone
during the visit.

"He's going to be a problem!" William said to Glen Young, Personnel
Director and Jacob Coleman, Financial Manager.  "He refused to carry the
phone, and we don't have the equipment to eavesdrop on their conversation
inside the house."

"Those two old bitches are fucking everything up!" Glen said.

"We still have the Bahamas to trap him!" Jacob said.  "All we need is for
him to drop his weenie in one of the girls or boys down there, and we'll
have him by the balls, just like we had James Stanton.  We have to be
patient.  We need those Swiss bank account numbers and access codes!"

"The move to Chicago will make us a fortune," Glen said.  "When we have him
by the balls, he'll agree to the five new stores, and we can all retire."

John was relieved when Carl Hammond left the farmhouse.  He asked his two
aunts if they wanted a cocktail before supper, and they both quickly
agreed.  John smiled, and realized that his two aunts liked having an
excuse to visit the parlor and share in his special recipe for Manhattans.
While he was mixing the crystal pitcher of Manhattans, Betty came in with a
cigar box.

"Jimmy left this with us, and told us not to show it to anyone," Betty
said.  "We looked inside, and all we saw is this little record and a
collection of keys.  Do you know what this is?"

John took the CD and explained that it must be a computer disc.  He
recognized the access cards that looked similar to the one that he used at
the NAO Headquarters, but realized that the markings were different.  He
correctly guessed that the cards could be used to get into some restricted
areas.

"Those security officers don't impress me in the least," John admitted to
his two aunts.  "I don't like to be critical of anyone, but I can't believe
that any of the four men could fight their way out of a wet paper bag!  I'd
rather have a kid standing guard over me than those obese jerks!"

"Then get rid of them!" Betty said.  "Jimmy listened to Glen and Jacob and
cut back on the pay for people to make more profits.  That's one of the
reasons that we chose you to take over the store.  Find the shitheads and
can them!"

John almost choked on his drink when he heard Aunt Betty using vulgarity.
He coughed and then started laughing.

"When are you going to stop cursing?" Martha asked her sister.  "Ladies
don't use that kind of language!"

"I apologize," Betty said.  "I'll get some more ice from the kitchen."

"My sister loses control," Martha apologized.  "I have a favor to ask of
you.  Now that you're in charge of the store, I'm concerned that you might
find something illegal that our nephew was doing.  Please don't tell Betty
if you uncover anything bad about Jimmy.  It would break her heart."

"I'll do anything that you ask," John replied.  "I still can't thank you
enough for rescuing me from a financial disaster."

"You're the savior of our family business," Martha said.  "We talked to
Thomas today, and I'm going upstairs to get one of our Berettas for you to
carry to protect yourself.  Thomas said that he'd register it in your name,
and he told us that you have a license to carry a weapon.  Betty and I want
you to be safe!"

While Martha was gone, Betty returned to the parlor and apologized for
using profanity.  "I want you to do me a favor," she said to John.  "My
sister and I suspected that Jimmy was gay and had men and boys around him
for sex.  If you find out anything that was illegal, please don't tell
Betty.  It would break her heart to hear that Jimmy did anything illegal."

John now understood why the two ladies had been reluctant to mention who
Jimmy was when he first met them.  They both suspected that their nephew
had a dark past and wanted to protect each other from hearing the truth.
He wondered what he was getting himself into with his new responsibilities.

"I'll keep everything private," John promised.  "Every family has some
secrets, including my own.  I sure don't want to upset anyone if I find
anything illegal."

"Thanks, John," Betty said while giving John a hug and kiss on the cheek.
"I knew that I could trust you!"

"Are we getting hugs and kisses?" Martha said when she returned with the
Beretta.  She handed the shoulder holster to John and then handed him the
weapon along with three clips of ammunition.

John hugged Martha and gave her a kiss on the cheek.  He looked at the
weapon and felt guilty about accepting it, but he knew that his two aunts
had a complete arsenal upstairs.

"We both hope that you never have to use that gun," Betty began, "But if
you do, shoot them right between the eyes!"

John laughed and decided to change the subject.  He told his aunts that he
would have to call Jim Taylor to formally quit working at the paint store,
and had agreed to keep his new job a secret from his family and friends
until the time was right.  He had broken one of the rules that he set for
his aunts by getting $10,000 in cash from his new bank account in $100
bills.  For the first time in his life, he felt rich, but he was determined
that he would never forget where he came from or the people in need at the
homeless shelters.

When the fried chicken supper was finished, John felt bloated from the
volume of food that he had consumed.  "I might have to call Henri to let
out my new clothes!" John teased.  "You always stuff me with the best food
in the world!"

"We hope that you saved a little room for dessert," Betty said.  "Martha
made a cherry pie and I made a pecan pie for you to taste.  What you don't
eat tonight, we'll send home with Hunter, our lawn boy.  He's a wonderful
boy, and he loves our cooking!"

"Hunter will weigh 300 pounds in no time!" John teased.

"He's a skinny kid that needs to put on some weight," Betty said.  "He's
only 15, but we trust him to mow our lawn for us.  He only wanted to charge
us $10, but we pay him $50.  The lawn service that Jimmy hired for us was
charging us $75 a week, and we'd rather pay a handsome young boy who needs
the money."

"Hunter is a lucky boy to find a job like this one," John said.  "Please
don't flash a lot of money around him.  He might say something to the wrong
people and they might try to rob you.  Home invasions are happening every
day to wonderful people like you two."

"We keep the security system armed all of the time," Betty said.  "We both
know that we're vulnerable, and we take care of each other."

John sampled both types of pie before declaring that both types were
fantastic.  He left his two aunts for the trip to his home, and wasn't
pleased when Carl Hammond insisted on riding with him.

When the two vehicles reached John's home on the lake, he invited the four
men inside.  He had decided to be hospitable, but didn't trust any of the
men enough to tell them about the gun that he had hidden under his jacket
or the computer disc and set of keys.  He wanted to open the computer disc,
but decided not to use his home computer or the new laptop.  He showed the
four men the spare bedroom and the guest bedroom, and told them that they
could either stay in his home or return to their own homes.  All four men
said that they would stay in John's home and retrieved duffle bags from the
Escalade.

John took the gun and disc into his bedroom and closed the door to get
ready for bed.  He hid the gun and disc under his mattress, and went to
sleep.

The next morning, John was up early and made a large pot of coffee.  He was
in the kitchen when the four men woke up and staggered into the room.  John
wondered why S&JI would hire these four men to provide security for his new
company.

"The limo's here!" Carl Hammond announced.  "We'll leave the Cadillac here
for someone to pick up.  Do you have your cell phone and computer?" he
asked John.

"Right here," John replied.  "He had packed some casual clothes along with
his new suit for the trip to Nassau, and wondered what his first business
trip would involve.  He had his passport and was ready to leave, but he
quickly called Mike Smith, his neighbor.  He asked Mike to watch his home
for him, and wished that he had spoken to Mike in person.  He didn't trust
the security officers, and wished that he had called the alarm company to
start up their service.  He left his home and was impressed with the
stretch limousine waiting in his driveway.

"S&J owns Executive Transportation," Carl said to John.  "There are limos
and rental cars in every city where we have a store, and several private
planes for your use."

John wondered what else his new company owned.  Every minute it seemed like
something exotic was being revealed, and he was in awe.  When they arrived
at Detroit Metro Airport, the limo drove to a private hangar.  John knew
nothing about private jets, but he was going to get a quick lesson very
fast.

"This is one of the five Gulf Stream 5 jets that S&JI owns," Carl said to
John.  "For short trips we use one of the 20 Lear Jets, and for long
flights out of the country, you have the use of three Boeing 737's.  We
always travel in style!"

John looked at Carl and wondered if the man even knew what "traveling in
style" really meant.  Carl looked and acted like white trash from a trailer
park, but John held back his personal feelings.  The outside of the
expensive plane was decorated with murals of tropical fish and jungle
animals, and John had never seen a more beautiful plane in his entire life!

"Welcome aboard Mr. Miller!" said a handsome man in uniform when John
walked up the steps to board the plane.  "I'm your pilot today, and my name
is Jarvis Hayes.  My co- pilot is Brent Jackson, and we're pleased to take
you to Nassau!"

"This plane is beautiful!" John exclaimed when he saw the interior of the
plane.  Instead of cramped seats, the interior looked like a spacious
living room and was complete with recliner chairs, couches and even a wet
bar.  Everything was immaculate, and all of the furnishings were covered in
white leather.

"Once we get airborne, we'll offer you some coffee or tea and breakfast,"
Brent Jackson said after introducing himself.  "Our flight to Nassau should
take less than five hours, depending on the winds and clearance at the
airport.  We hope that you enjoy your flight and please let us know what
types of food you like so we can be prepared for future flights."

John was impressed with the two pilots and relaxed in the white leather
recliner.  He was wearing casual clothes and a light jacket that hid the
Beretta and holster on his left side.  He prayed that he would never have
to use the weapon, but it gave him a feeling of security having it with
him.  He had known that he would be flying in a private airplane, and
risked that he would not be subjected to airport security that would find
his weapon.

The flight was beautiful and John took the opportunity to visit the cockpit
to talk to the two pilots and hear the explanation of the colored
navigation equipment.  Every inch of the interior was built for comfort,
and even included a spacious bathroom with a shower stall.

When the plane landed at the Nassau Airport, a white stretch limo was
waiting at the hangar.  John and the four security men got into the
beautiful limo for the short trip to the gate of an estate with a sign that
said "Villa Capri".  An impeccably dressed guard in a sparkling white
uniform stopped them at the gate and then let the limo drive inside.  John
looked out of the window and saw a tropical paradise with beautiful palm
trees and a multitude of flowering shrubs.  He opened the window and drank
in the fragrance of the flowers and the unmistakable aroma of the ocean
breeze.

The limo pulled up in front of a huge white mansion that was surrounded by
flowering shrubs.  John saw a distinguished black man waiting for them, and
guessed that the man was Philippe Ducharme.

"Mr. Miller, welcome to the Bahamas!" Philippe said very professionally.
"I'm Philippe Ducharme, and I'll be your host while you're visiting us.
This is the home that Mr.  Stanton used when he visited us and we hope that
you will feel at home here."

"Please call me John," John said while shaking the hand of the dignified
black man.  He realized that the man had slipped him a folded piece of
paper during the handshake, and decided that he needed to act as if nothing
had happened.  He wondered what was in his hand, but quickly slipped the
note into his pocket before saying "These men have been assigned to stay
with me."

"Welcome to all of you," Philippe said.  "We'll take your luggage to your
rooms, and maybe you want to freshen up before we meet for cocktails in the
banyan tree house."

John was shocked to see four handsome young boys wearing only the briefest
shorts in the world, rushing to get the luggage out of the limo.  Four
beautiful dark-skinned girls were waiting to lead him and his security men
to their rooms.  He was shocked to see that all of the girls wore only a
sarong around their waists, with their beautiful, firm breasts fully
exposed!  When the girls walked, the sarongs opened up, and it was obvious
that the girls weren't wearing any underwear!  The thin shorts on the four
boys were baggy and barely covered their genitals.  John got a clear view
of the pubic areas of the handsome boys and saw only a few pubic hairs!
All of the children had beautiful smiles of perfect white teeth!  His dick
twitched, and he wanted to suck the erect nipples on the young girls and
suck the boys dry!

"Jesus, do all of the children dress like this?" John asked.

"This is a tropical island, and most of the time the children are nude,"
Philippe said.  "I told them that they had to wear clothes today, but they
always have their own ideas of what is the proper dress for visitors.  I
can have them change their clothing if you object."

"They're all beautiful!" John said.  "Let them dress the way that they
like.  The flowers are nothing compared to their beauty!"

Carl Hammond and the other security officers were thrilled by John's
reaction to the nearly naked youths.  They hoped that John would grab one
of the girls or boys and fuck their brains out so they could record the
event for their boss.  William Tennant, Security Chief for S&JI, Ltd. would
be thrilled if that happened!

John followed the first beautiful girl and asked her what her name was.
"Leoni" was the reply.  He followed the beautiful girl and loved seeing her
long black hair that just barely touched the firm globes of her ass cheeks
that were barely covered with the white sarong.  He discretely rearranged
his erect cock in his Dockers, and hoped that no one had noticed the large
bulge.

"This is your room," Leoni said to John.  "Please let me know if I can do
anything to make your visit more enjoyable.  My brother, Tiki will bring in
your luggage, and he's available if you need anything personal that I can't
provide."

John couldn't decide if he wanted to suck Leoni's nipples or rip the shorts
from Tiki to suck the handsome boy dry.  Not only was this island a
tropical paradise, but the children would tempt the Pope!

Tiki put John's luggage on the huge king-sized bed and opened it to put
everything away.  John looked at the firm ass cheeks of the boy and wanted
to eat the boy's ass and then fuck it!  He controlled his emotions and
decided to use the bathroom and read the note that Philippe had slipped
into his hand.  When he was alone in the spacious bathroom, he opened the
note and read:

"If someone gave you a cell phone or something else that you are supposed
to keep with you at all times, please leave it in your room and meet me
alone outside your room.  Please don't touch any of the children.  I need
to speak to you in private."

John relieved his bladder and wondered again what he was getting into.  He
washed his hands and quickly left the room before his security guards
became aware that he had gone.

"Come with me quickly!" Philippe said while leading John away from the huge
mansion.  "I hope that you read my note and left everything in your room."

John nodded and followed Philippe to a stand of coconut palms where he was
hidden from view from the mansion.

"We don't have much time," Philippe said.  "What did they give you?"

"A cell phone and a laptop computer," John whispered.  "I left both in my
room.  What's going on?"

"I have to trust you, or my life's in danger," Philippe whispered.  "I
suspect that someone in our company feels threatened by your new
appointment, and the phone and computer are bugged!  Yesterday, four men
came here with large metal cases, and I suspect that your room is bugged!
Everything that you say or do might be recorded!  If I'm right, your
security officers will be scrambling to find you and make you carry the
phone.  Unfortunately, Mr. Stanton didn't know that people in his company
were plotting against him, and James succumbed to the temptation of our
beautiful children and fucked several of them.  Your room has been guarded
since yesterday, and I wasn't able to get my security people inside to find
any listening devices or video cameras.  If I'm right about my suspicions,
one of your security guards will find us and insist that you carry that
phone while we talk."

John was shocked!  Philippe seemed paranoid, but John remembered what Helen
had said about not trusting anyone!

"Mr. Miller, you forgot your phone!" Carl Hammond said while handing John
the cell phone.  "You need to carry this phone at all times in case there's
an emergency call!"

"Thanks, Carl," John said while accepting the cell phone.  "Philippe was
just showing me parts of this beautiful island, and I'm really impressed."

"Any of those girls or boys are available to warm your bed tonight," Carl
whispered to John.  "Do you want to pick one now, or should I ask all of
them to be ready in case you want a special treat of all of them?"

"I always sleep alone," John said to Carl.  "Those children are beautiful,
but they're too young for my taste!"

Carl was pissed, but he tried unsuccessfully to hide his emotions.  He had
hoped that John would grab one of the children and fuck their brains out so
he could record the carnal encounter, but he tried to act professional.

"Leave Philippe and me alone so we can talk business," John said.  "I'll
meet you later in the tree house so we can have a drink together."

Carl left, and still hoped that John Miller would choose a boy or girl for
sexual pleasure during the afternoon.  He went back to the room that he
shared with the other security officers and listened to the microphone in
the cell phone.

John looked at Philippe and nodded.  He now understood what Helen had said
about trusting no one, and quickly realized that Philippe had saved him
from making a very serious mistake.

"Let's take a walk to the beach," Philippe said to John.  "The view is
spectacular!"

John followed Philippe and listened to his host describe the island, the
mansion, and the island inhabitants.  They walked and talked about innocent
things, knowing that every word was being recorded.

"Let's visit my office," Philippe said.  "It's nothing compared to yours in
Detroit or your office here, but I have a beautiful view of the ocean and
the harbor.  I hope that you have time to go fishing with me and catch some
grouper and snapper.  I have a chef who will cook the fish and give you a
taste of the hospitality of the Bahamas."

When they arrived at Philippe's office, John was impressed.  The office
would rival his own in the NAO Headquarters, complete with mounted fish and
a large aquarium.  He saw Philippe open a wall safe, and wasn't surprised
when his guest took his cell phone, put it inside the safe, and then turned
to him.

"We don't have a lot of time before one of those shitheads interrupts us,"
Philippe said when he closed the wall safe.  "James Stanton was one of the
richest men in the world, but he had his weak points.  He loved young boys
like I do, and he was being blackmailed by someone in our company.  James
put Ryan Carter in charge of new loans from World Wide Investments, and I
never agreed with that appointment.  I suspect that many of James'
decisions about our company were the result of blackmail.  Ryan won't talk
to me about the large loans that he's trying to give to several holding
companies in the U.S., but I suspect that the loans will make some people
very wealthy.  Ryan will try to pressure you to bless those loans after
your appointment as President and Chief Executive Officer of the Sea &
Jungle Imports, Ltd., World Wide Investments Ltd., and Sea & Jungle Imports
Worldwide, Ltd."

"What can I do?" John asked.  "It sounds like I just walked into a hornet's
nest!  Maybe I'm the wrong man for this job!"

"You're the right man if you are VERY cautious," Philippe replied.  "Here's
what I suggest that you do."

John listened to what Philippe said, and decided to trust this handsome
black man with his future.  Aunts Betty and Martha had told him that he
could trust Helen and Philippe, and he decided to listen to their advice.
Philippe's plans were simple.  He would attend the emergency meetings of
the Board of Directors for the corporations and then slip away for a flight
to Switzerland with Philippe.  His decision to trust Philippe would prove
to be a very good one.

Stay tuned!!!


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