Date: Sat, 9 Jan 2010 20:53:49 -0700 From: dnrock@rock.com Subject: Jason Adonis 20 Jason Adonis by: dnrock(dnrock@rock.com) 20: The Right Thing? I love these early fall or very late summer days. The sun is bright, the smell of ripening grain and hay is in the air. I can get in my SL6000, put the top down and pretend to be traveling in some exotic place, feeling the wind in my hair. Alberta is wonderful because when away from the cities traffic is relatively light, nothing like central Canada or the US, east of the Mississippi. With a companion by my side, Herman in this instance, we can head into the mountains and foothills relaxing and enjoying just being alive. Today however, we do have a slight variation, a meeting with one of Calgary's up and coming journalists. The poor boy thinks he has a story. From his point of view he does, sort of. Since people perceived as wealthy are often of interest to newspaper readers and since the Adonis family is virgin ground in Calgary, he is probably correct. I must find a way of convincing him, his best interest is in pursuit of a completely different story, with a completely different focus. I agreed to meet him for an interview, at a pie shop in a small, up scale, little town 40 or so Km's (25 miles) west of Calgary, called Bragg Creek. I am dressed in a brightly colored T shirt with dinosaurs, standard Levi 501 blue jeans and ordinary running shoes. I am not sure quite what image he is expecting, I'm quite sure this is not it. His name is Dan Cartwright. I recognize the family name. Stan is dating a grade 11 girl named Andrea Cartwright. I suspected he is her older brother. We sat down and introduced ourselves. I placed my pocket recorder on the table. Inviting him to do the same thing. "Journalism was one of my discarded majors, in undergraduate school, Dan. We need to be completely up front with each other. From your call, I take it you have not been overly successfully in learning much about Jason Adonis or the Adonis family?" "That is correct. All I seem to be able to learn from public sources is: you are who you say you are, you carry several passports, are a qualified pilot, an Ivy League MBA, travel the world, inherited a diamond business and now live just south of Calgary." "Yes, well I guess you know all you need too." "No, I surely need a lot more and I do know more but feel obligated to hear that directly from you." "I guess Andrea and Stan would be upset if you used anything they told you?" "Well, I, you know, remember our conversations about Stan and his family." "But since those conversations were held in your families' home, under the assumption of confidentiality." "Yes, my parents and sister, not to mention Stan would be, shall we say, royally pissed at me." "We see eye to eye on this. You are free to publish any publicly available information about me or my family, that you can obtain. If you get a Dutch based journalist or look into the Diamond Trade publications, you can learn a bit more. Such things as paternal grandmother was one of Queen Juliana's cousins and spent part of the war in Canada with her." We went back and forth on this point a bit. "Look Dan, I do not wish to expose my family's privet affairs to any form of public examination. It is simply none of anyone's business or concern how much money I earn, what I spend it on, how many brothers are adopted, what school they attend or who they or I date. I simply will not cooperate with that kind of journalism. We have no desire to be celebrity, in any way shape or form. If you want to write about the diamond trade for example, I will give you lots of really good quotes and introduce you to any mover and shaker in the business imaginable. My privet life is not for sale." "That would be fascinating but I doubt my editor would be interested." "We live in city that runs on Petroleum and Natural Gas. Would you like an exclusive interview with Dane van Witt of ACan Energy, I can arrange that, perhaps that will keep your editor in check?" "Are you involved with them, ACan hum, Adonis Canadian Energy is that what it stands for?" "No ACan stands for ACan as far as I know. No, I am not directly involved with the business but Dane is an old family friend, his mother is our household manager. Andrea must have mentioned Frau van Witt." We talked quite a bit more about all this. "It is settled then, you will drop your story about me and my family and I will arrange the interview with Dane, my offer to assist you on the diamond trade stands and you can tell your editor, diamond mining and therefore the diamond trade will likely have a Calgary connection by this time next year... You can have an exclusive on that news and in that case you will be able to use my name. You might suggest to him that a series of articles on that subject, following the announcement would be a good idea." He smiled and we shook hands. I switched off my tape and he switched off his. "Now that we are off the record. Just tell you editor that the Adonis family story might be compelling for a magazine like Readers Digest, its just way to touchy feelie for the Calgary Harold and for you to write. It is not worth damaging your relationship with your sister or a potential source for important business related news, like this impending diamond deal. I have other things on the go too. How about another Enron type scandal?" "You still do not understand why the Adonis' are so secretive. Frankly it makes Herman's job a lot easier." We all laughed, knowing that was a true statement but one that still did not in any way address the question. "I will send you a tape copy of my last press conference, I am not sure it will explain things but I am sure you and your editor will feel more confident about us. I do appreciate your understanding about this profile stuff." "I got the distinct impression when talking to Stan, at my parents home, that he was always being quite forthright. My mother always asks lots of questions, mostly about my Andrea's boyfriends families and the more he talked the greater my curiosity grew. I hope I did not offend, or..." "No, no, no offense meant, none taken. I can understand, lets face it, how many families just up and adopt six teenagers, all at the same time or have the resources to do that. To be completely honest with you it has the makings of a good story, but it is way to early. This is a large social experiment. If it is half as successful as I hope, I think it would make one hell of a movie but right now no real plot is identifiable." "Yes I can see that. Are you related to the wax people, Andrea met last year, or are they friends?" "Both I guess. My mother was a Johnson cousin and we are friends. We have no business connections, I think that helps on the friends side." "My dad was trying to get Stan to tell him how rich the Adonis family is but all Stan would say is very." "One of the problems is, wealth can be measured in several ways. But if you add up all of the families unencumbered assets, debt free assets and compared us to some other families on that same basis, I would guess very. What Stan probably did not tell your dad was, that all of us work for our personal money. The boys put in between 10 and 15 hours a week, during the school year and I put in between 60 and 100, ask Herman." "Some times it feels like more than that. Jason's uncle Klass works long hours too." "Oh, he did tell dad, much to Andrea's horror. Dad suggested she should work for her spending money." "I guess it turned out OK, they are still dating." We laughed about that. I kind of like Dan. He is smart and obviously works hard. I guess I appreciated his general attitude. So many young people "on the make" as Klass would say, are egocentric. This young man is sensitive enough to realize where self stops and family picks up. The Calgary Oil Patch is populated with all kinds of people. One of the things I noticed is, lots of money and power, along with lots of pseudo responsibility and ego. I can say this based on my MBA thesis work; which looked at innovation in P & NG management. Ninety nine out of a hundred of these senior executives wouldn't know an innovative idea if it bit them in the ass, another Klassism. They function like a bunch of sheep. To be fair, Dane does not need to concern himself with public perception or demands from "the market", he can plan and implement those plans. He can take risks and be innovative without fear. His board of directors understands risk, something bankers and stock purchasers are adverse to. His bones, and the bonuses of his staff, right down to the entry level floor sweeper, is not tied to stock price performance but to meeting performance standards and goals agreed, to in advance. Most of our enterprises work on a profit sharing basis. About fifty percent of net profit is reinvested in the enterprise, twenty percent is sent to the trust, 15 percent is shared with employees and the balance is reinvested by the national holding company in the local economy. Big money often leads to big egos. Once Dan gets an exclusive interview with Dane, someone who never gives interviews or publicly promotes the company, those big egos will line up for him. ACan Energy like ACan Ltd. are very low profile. That does not mean they are not important players in the communities they operate in. ACan Energy is only a upper, medium sized producer of oil and gas but it regularly out gives, the big high profile guys, to things like the United Way, Food Bank, Camp Horizon and so on. It does this by tripling an employee's gift and by making large anonymous grants, I'm talking several hundred thousands. ............................. In early October, one begins to become conscious that the days are becoming shorter. Calgary, at about 51 degrees north latitude has a rather dramatic difference between the longest and shortest days. By December 21st it has only about 8 hours of daylight, while June 21st see about 16. Anyway, by early October, one begins to notice it seems to get dark early. Being over three thousand feet (1000 m) above sea level and so close to the Rocky Mts, the evenings get rather cool, as soon as the sun drops below the jagged horizon. The light is beginning to fade. I put down my book, since my attention is not on reading, it is on the most delightful radio program in the world, "As It Happens." The CBC, (Canadian Broadcasting Corp.), has produced this program for about 40 years now. I discovered it when a boarding school student in Ontario and have listened ever since (short wave and internet when not in Canada). The program hosts, call people all over the world to talk about what ever it is, that is going on. They interview ordinary people and notable news makers. I have listened to the radio right around the world and often on short wave but this program is in a class by itself. I have digressed again. Drew came to my chase lounge and gently sat next to me slowly and tenderly tracing his hand long my cheek and chin. "Jason, I need your advice." Advice I have lots of, being more than a little opinionated and not shy about expressing my self. "Sure buddy." "Dad wants me to go and see her and I don't know why I should and he more or less told me I had to and I don't want too." I held up my hand palm toward Drew, as a sign to stop. "I need just a bit of background." "My grandmother and aunt, want me to come and visit them and I don't want to and dad told me I should." "Ok, I think I understand, let me see if I can restate, in my own terms. Your Grandmother and Aunt have contacted you and are asking you to pay them a visit?" "Yes, they called the lawyers office and asked them to contact Klass about it. Dad called her to see what she wanted. He told me she just wants to see me." "Well, you are her only grandchild." "I'm not sure I can face them yet. I have not forgiven her, for blaming me, for what happened." "Perhaps she has realized, none of that was your fault." "That is what she told dad. He said I should give them, especially my grandmother, another chance. But what if they try and take me away?" Oh ya, now I see what is bothering him. "Do you think Klass would allow that to happen? Do you think I'm going to give up my boy without one hell of a fight?" "No, of course not. Dad would go to the wall and beyond for me, as I would for him. I don't know Jason, I just feel like, so strange and all." "I know it is hard but everyone should get a second chance, it is the right thing to do, isn't it?" "Ya, but the right thing has always been so easy, until now." "Look at it this way, you are not expected to love them or even respect them, any more than you are expected to love and respect any other person you meet. You may find that getting to know your aunt and grandmother again, from your new, and I might add independent position, is not all that bad or that difficult. I'm also sure Klass will establish some ground rules, to help protect your feelings." "You are right. Dad just keeps saying, anticipation is greater than realization and I should not worry." He folded himself against my chest, as my arms wrapped around his young body. In the past year Drew had grown at a phenomenal rate, he was now as tall as Ziggy and showed no sign of slowing down. This boy needed his man and this man sure as hell needed this boy. My tongue flicked out lizard like darting around the crown and across the surface of Drew's penis. I like the tingling sensation in my mouth and throat whenever his manhood got close to it. Drew's oral attention to my penis and testes were driving me wild. I was driving him wild. We were simultaneous fucking each other's mouths while our hands played anus tag and prostate tease. My only regret was the impossibility of being able to fuck each others butts at the same time, 69 would just have to do on that score. Turn about would just have to do on the other, so we did. First he took me from behind, my face pressed into the bed and my legs folded under my body but splayed out. His relatively long and think youth penis just fits right in thought and oh, it feels so good. Drew was long-dicking my ass, he suddenly changed pace, short quick strokes I knew he was about to come. I didn't want this to end but end it must. Drew was now on his back, his legs draped over my shoulders. I could play with is boyhood and kiss those large red lips as my ass moved up and down. His butt may be very small and firm but my cock slides past his sphincter like it was made of the finest silk. It is made of boy skin and boy mussel but is every bit as soft, smooth and strong as that incest thread. Is it possible for a man to love a boy more then I love Drew? Now at 14 and some, he, I think, would take some umbrage at being constantly referred to as a boy, except when I call him my boy which he knows is a term of endearment. ............................ Drew spent most of Sunday with his grandmother and Aunt. That evening Klass thought we should all spend some time together, talking about what we understood family to mean, what we all thought it should be, what we wanted it to be, how our version measured up and what cultural and historical concepts influenced our views. I can in no possible way do justice to the concept or the range of opinions, so I will not make that claim. We nine males alone produce from nine to fifteen different highly biased views on every sub topic. I think this is one subject when the female point of view would be significantly different from the male and that view was totally under represented. We did agree that our model was perhaps a bit unique, at least by modern western standards. We thought it was working and would work. We all had ideas to improve it. We all understood each other on an intellectual level and recognized that on an emotional level we all came for different experience backgrounds. For the most part Klass and I had always known and been raised by two parents and extended family. Drew from a single female parent, some part time males and limited extended relatives, to his present situation of dad and brothers. The brothers from an orphanage-school with a variety male and female care givers but no true parents. The six all had slightly different views about what was a common experience. That realization showed us just how great an influence our perception, even of a common experience, was. We agreed that we were family because: we meet the legal and common social definition of one, we all respected and cared for each other, we all had a common interest, shared common base values, loved, trusted and respected each other and except for Klass freely shared our bodies with each other. What was probably the most critical recognition we made, no one factor was more important than another but that it was the combination. Except for the legal and sexual parts one or two other factors were probably more or less important to each of us so the degree was less critical than the presence or absence. Since the sex part is voluntary and in my view very important, it need not be, since none of us had that relationship with Klass, yet he was a critical element in the others. We talked a lot about being part of this larger family and still being able to form our own smaller families or being part of our partners family. Independent and interdependent at the same time, an apparent paradox. Drew seemed to understand, as much as he might not want to recognize a connection to his grandmother and aunt, one existed. Klass suggested that Drew had a duty toward his blood relatives and as long as they didn't try to harm him or take undue advantage of him, he must be respectful of that duty. I think he, well we, understood this.