Date: Fri, 16 Apr 2010 14:58:29 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Jason Adonis 34

Jason Adonis
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


34: Pandora's Box

"Mr. Adonis do you have any comments on the arrest of the media brothers."

"No, except to say that the company will continue to function.  Their
obvious inability to continue as CEO and CFO will in no way effect business
as usual."

"Other members of the board do not seem to share your optimism."

"They are entitled to their opinions.  I suggest you and everyone else
should hold tight and wait for the announcements that will be made
following the Annual Meeting, which is in two days."

"Are you going to be the new CEO?"

"No"

"Do you know who will be?"

"Yes, but you will just have to wait for two days to find out.  I will not
comment on rumors either."

"Then you have enough proxies to force the brothers out?'

"That is not what I said.  I said I know who the new CEO would be.  I would
hope the brothers do the honorable thing and step aside until these
criminal charges are dispensed with."

"Are you supporting their claims of innocence?"

"No, I am supporting the presumption of innocence until proven guilty in a
court of law.  I believe they should resign in both the best interest of
the company and for their own best interests.  I suspect defending
themselves will be a full time job in itself, as it should be.  The best
interest of the Media Company can not be served by a part time CEO and CFO.
The honorable thing is to step aside, so the company can get on with its
business and the brothers owe it to themselves and their families to mount
a strong and vigorous full time defense."

"These criminal charges and the newspaper articles, notably in the WSJ
today, must support your attempt to take over the company?"

"They would if that is what this is all about, it is not.  The criminal
charges and the other allegations in the WSJ have noting to do with our
differences, those between myself, the brothers and the compensation
committee.  If I had wanted to take over the company I would have done that
years ago.  You have two separate and largely unrelated stories here,
unfortunately they overlap in time, not substance.  1. The criminal charges
brought by the SEC and FBI.  2. My disagreement with the brothers over
their compensation and other corporate governance issues, which will be
played out at the Annual meeting, in two days."

"Mr. Adonis the journalists who wrote the WSJ stories work for you.  Why
should we believe you or them?"

"That would be a good question if you had your facts straight; you don't,
so it is nothing but insulting.  Insulting to them and insulting to me.
Trend, Newfeld, and Cartwright do not work for me, I do not pay them nor do
any of my companies or subsidiaries.  As far as I know they are being paid
by the papers and other media that carry their stories.

I am not saying I have never been interviewed by them or have never sourced
some of their information, so have many others.  I know that Ms. Trend is
on leave from her position in Spokane and Cartwright writes for the Calgary
Harold and Financial Post in Canada, I have no idea if he is on leave or on
assignment.  Ms. Newfeld is a new graduate and a freelancer.  I happen to
know these three socially through two of my brothers.  Cartwright has
interviewed me in the past and I am sure will in the future, as part of his
day job, as have some of you.

As to believing them, you should not.  You should check the facts and
examine their analysis and if you find it wanting say so.  If however, you
find it correct and accurate, it would only be fair to say that too.  As to
me, I frankly don't care one way or the other if you or anyone else
believes anything I say.  If you take umbrage at the way I answer, or
question my voracity, then I suggest you not bother asking me.  Again I
caution you to focus on the story and these stories have more to do with
morals, ethics, policies, abuse of power and practices than personalities
and egos."

"Mr. Adonis two years ago you took control of your diamond business and
heads rolled.  Can we expect the same thing with Media Corp.?"

"No, I did not take control of my families business, we had never
relinquished it.  We chose to exercise our power and only three heads
rolled, as you put it.  All the background and the press conference is a
matter of public record."

"Then you will not be cleaning house at Media Corp.?"

"No, I will not be doing much of anything.  The board of directors will do
what ever it takes to restore public and investor confidence in Media Corp.
That is their job and as a member of that board, it is my job to see the
board does its job.  If a house cleaning is called for, I am sure the board
will see one is carried out."

"Last week one of the analysts from Goldman Sacks was calling for your
resignation saying investors have no confidence in you."

"That analysts should have said "some investors" have no confidence in me.
I read his piece, it is nothing but smoke and mirrors.  He can say anything
he likes and his credibility will be judged by the soundness of his
analysis.  I happen to know that 57.62% of the outstanding shares of Media
Corp. do have confidence in me, I have their proxies.  As to the others let
us see how the votes go but just because someone votes differently does not
mean they lack confidence, this is not a Parliament and I am not a Prime
Minister.

We are all entitled of our own opinions.  I think in his case he is calling
for my resignation because he lacks confidence in me or perhaps he has
confidence that I will vote my proxies and shares in a way that will not
help to line G & S's big money client's pockets.  I return the favor, he
should resign since I have no confidence in his analysis."

"Aren't you being a bit hypocritical in all this compensation stuff,
Mr. Adonis, you are well paid for a few days of work?"

"No.  Directors of all companies are or should be fairly compensated for
the work they do.  It takes several days to weeks of preparation for each
day of board meetings.  Committee work can take even more time.  For some,
I would suggest many, directors of companies all over the world, their fees
are an important part of their income.  For me the fee I earn from Media
Corp. is not as important, my family makes far more from our dividends.

My criticism of Media Corp.'s executive compensation has never even
mentioned directors, workers, managers, or anyone below the level of vice
president.  In fact, the directors fees and many other compensation levels
in the company are well below industry standards or medians.  If anything I
have been critical that the company does not pay its employees well enough.
I am on record saying, in my view this board's compensation is adequate."

"Why is it you refuse most invitations to talk shows and most media
interviews?"

"That is a good question and if you were hoping for a cleaver sound bit or
snappy quote you will be disappointed.  I am not in the habit of explaining
myself to anyone except my family, who is my board of directors.  I am not
selling anything, standing for elected office or in any way does my
livelihood depend on my name recognition.  I beat the drum for no cause.
Mostly we are a very privet family, it is our culture.  You may not realize
this but just being in the public spotlight today and for the next few days
is almost painful for me."

"Don't you want to express your ideas and share them with others?"

"Sure I do and I do, my brothers and friends would probably say to much so.
There are over 6 billion people on the planet as we speak.  That's 6
billion ideas and thoughts being shared every moment of every day.  Mine
are no better or worst than what is already available.  Frankly it would be
hubris for me to think otherwise."

"Rumor has it that you are very rich and often work in secret to help
people."

"Rumors are something I do not respond to, invariably they are inaccurate
or half truths.  I will tell you that I work between 60 and 100 hours a
week and am adequately compensated for those hours.  As to doing things in
secret, if I admitted to that, it would no longer be a secret, would it?"

"Mr. Adonis, in preparation for today and the Media Company's annual
meeting I was able to find out quite a bit of background on all the
directors except you, beyond what is published in last years annual report
and the SCC filing, that is.  Will you tell us more about yourself?"

"No.  That brief bio. is all I am prepared to make public.  In fact, it is
more than I wanted to make public.  I am sure if you dug deep enough you
must have learned more, but be careful, it may not be a common name
combination but others called Jason Adonis, must also exist."

After that news person scrum I ducked into the Media Corp.'s office tower
and headed for the nearest men's room, trusting the security guards would
keep them off my back, with the PPI guys right behind me.

Several weeks after the board meeting an envelope arrived, having been
forwarded from the Media Company to my Chicago office.  It was a picture,
some promotional materials and a brief thank you note from a model and porn
film star named, Jason Adonis.  We do not look anything like each other
except for the size of our masculine endowments.  He is very handsome,
muscular, smooth bodied and much darker and shorter then me.  He is also
younger.  His note thanked me for the publicity and inviting me to have
lunch with him next time I visited his home city.  That I thought was a
good idea.  Name sakes should at least know each other, if for nothing else
but to dispel confusion when needed.  How well we two get to know each
other will depend on personal chemistry; looking at his poses, I must
admit, did stir my manhood to attention.

.........................

He is quite a boy, my boy, almost a man, a perfect blend of near-adult and
boy.

I loved the smell of his hair.  Drew has a smile that could melt ice,
blue-green eyes that danced, and a nice taunt body that bids for much
hugging.  Drew, this boy can deliver and handle good sex, he did have a
good instructor.  He is AMAZING.

His bright face caught me mid-thought, staring at him with a smile on my
face.  I always smile when looking into the eyes of my boy lover.

Drew gave me the absolute softest kiss on my chest, nuzzled me with his
cute nose, and let his shaggy hair drape onto my torso.  I think this one
needs a hair cut thought flew through my mind like an arrow.

He looked at me for an elongated second or two as if so say something, but
he didn't.  He let the words hang out there, unsaid, unspoken, yet probably
understood by both of us.

He very slowly swung one leg over me so that he straddled me on my thighs,
and looked me in the eye.  Smiling again with that Drew killer-smile that
made me think of him and nothing else.

He leaned forward and his hardening boyhood rested on my closed thighs, the
tip just beginning to touch the underside of my balls.  He continued
leaning until his beautiful blonde hair hung loosely over his face, and he
angled his head down so that his hair only touched my body.  He swung his
head from side to side, while sliding down after each side-to-side swing,
little by little, tickling my chest.

I moaned softly, my engorged phallus straining at its own skin, standing
out from my body as stiffly as it could.  Drew worked his way down, slowly
toward its head.  As he made his last few side-to-side swings with his hair
across my abdomen, he let his tongue pass back and forth over my cock head,
lightly, driving me nearly crazy.

He smiled, knowing he was driving my feelings.  He just loved teasing my
sensations, and damn he did it well.  Suddenly I felt his mouth on my penis
he was using it to apply a condom.  His mouth going all the way down to
nearly the base and pubic hair.  I arched my back as if to somehow bury
myself in him.

When he'd finished, he fondled my cock for just a bit.  Drew held me
firmly, and slid his body up mine, placing his warm butt cheeks just below
my groin.  He held both of our cocks in one hand, and jack us together.

I wanted him so desperately, and he knew it, smiling wryly the whole time.
He licked straight up from my cock, up my body, to my chin, and gave me the
most sensuous and full kiss I can remember in a long, long time, since
about five minutes before.

Drew lifted his butt up, and guided me in.  He let me slide in slowly,
savoring all of me as I entered.  Letting me delight in him at the same
time.  I arched my back and pressed up into him meeting his buttocks with
my groin, all the way in.  We both paused for a second, and he looked at
me.

"Make your boy happy Jason."

"Ok, little lover," I said.  He leaned forward and we hugged for a moment,
and then he sat back up.

We got our rhythm going and I tried to angle right toward the sweet spot
inside of him that boy trigger that needed to be hit.  I could feel it, and
could tell by look of joy on his face that I'd gotten it right.

"Yeah, Jason, right there.  Oh, oh, yeah....."

"Ok," I replied, and commenced to run my long cock over and into that spot
as best I could, each and every time.

I plunged deep each time, and then had Drew hold himself up slightly so
that I could rapid-fire against his prostrate.

"Oh God!" he exclaimed,

I was close, holding off as best I could, until I could hold no more.  I
pushed in all the way, ejaculating.  I knew I couldn't stop, so I kept
pumping as fast and hard as I could.  He was getting close, his groans were
getting more high-pitched, closer together and he was trying to pump me
increasingly more rapidly with his beautiful ass.  His sphincter tight
around my cock milking and keep me erect at the same time.

We both shuddered as though we were shivering from the cold.  Drew lay down
on top of me, his head to the side of mine, kissing me on the neck a couple
times, lightly, almost like a caress.

He was quiet for a while, and then I became aware that he was squinting his
eyes and his stomach muscles hardened.  He was crying.

I just hugged him, kissed his head, and held him.  I didn't ask, I knew
/hoped he would speak when he was ready.

"Sorry," he whispered.

"For what?  Screwing my brains out, or being the best bed-buddy in the
whole world?  Being the best boy a man could ever dream of?"  We better get
up and clean up, our women will back soon."  My hands drifted to his ass,
one on each cheek.

"Jason, will there ever be a time that you won't want to fuck your boy?"

"No, Drew there will never by a time like that.  Perhaps a time when I am
unable to physically perform but never a time when I won't want you.  You
will always be my boy and I will always be your man

We rose and showered readying ourselves for the return of our ladies.

.....................

I had no idea just what a Pandora's Box was being opened up when I ask Eva
to set our date.  My team made almost instant progress on setting the
schedule.  Getting the necessary contracts and serviced lined up and so on.
Eva gave them an outline and they went to work.  The organizational,
planning, food, accommodation, transportation and so on came in at just
over 35 K.  Eva had a personal budget for things like clothing.  The
invitation list was set.  Alternates were arranged incase the weather on
mountain was unacceptable and the like.  Eva's and Klass' Calgary staff
would take over on detail followup as soon as the boys get back to school.
Except for Drew they would all be entering the University of Calgary in
early September.

The Pandora's Box had to do with things like the ceremony and wedding
party.  I just figured we would all show up.  Be airlifted in large
helicopters to the mountain top and return to the Flying H for a big party.
Sounds simple enough, right.  Wrong, it may be simple but it is highly
convoluted too.

The Justice of the Peace, Marriage Commissioner in Alberta, was all lined
up but we had to decide who the best man and maid of honor were to be.  Who
would make up the honor guard, you know the groomsmen and brides maids.
Would we have a flower girl and ring barer and on and on.  Even that was
not the worst.  The color of dress, coordination of themes for such mundane
things as plates, napkins and paper place mats were all turning into major
quandaries.  The thing was being turned into some kind of grand and
grandiose pageant.

We needed an event planner to figure all this stuff out; someone with
experience doing this kind of thing.  I never thought that picking the
wedding cake could become a two week hassle.  I had to do something about
all this mess.  To make it even more complex it was impossible for Eva to
decide on her dress or how to dress the brides maids, even it she didn't
have a number.

Then there are all the various cultural things to consider.  The Swiss
don't do thing like the Dutch or the Americans or quite like the Canadians
and on an on.  Everyone and I mean everyone had some kind of opinion on
what should or should not be done by who, how and when.  Eva was reviewing
books on the subject including those educate type things, that said the
bride must do this and groom must do that.  Klass was being of no help at
all, more or less saying, you got yourself into this without my help now
get yourself out.

Helga wanted to do everything, in more or less traditional Dutch fashion
and I just wanted to do the deed and get on with my life. Elopement was
starting to look real good.  Herman had security concerns to start with but
after seeing the first draft of the guest list they became almost critical.

Ok, time for action Jason.  I told that to myself several times already,
now I had to do something before this whole affair dropped into complete
disarray.  I did what I always do at times like this, hunkered down in my
office with all the data attempting to make some kind of sense out it all.
Lets face it, few if any of these traditions or customs make any sense
anyway.  I figured I would just scrap the whole lot.  We men can figure all
we want but these things are not for us anyway, they are for the women and
our families.  Not the male family members but the female ones.

Oh shit, I thought.  The Johnson clan is easy but what about all the Adonis
cousins and hangers on.  What the hell am I going to do about them?  Then
there is all this nonsense about gifts.  I don't want any nor does Eva.  We
would not know what to do with stuff.  It is not like we were setting up a
household from scratch now is it.  We declared on our invitations that we
did not want any gifts but if people felt compelled to spend money they
should make a donation to a children's charity or a donation to a public
museum or art gallery in our name.  The only exception was for Klass, my
brothers and the Heit's, they would do what they wanted no matter what we
said.

I needed help, Herman to the rescue.  He had been talking to someone in the
UK office of PPI that had looked after security for some big events of this
type in the past.  The long and short of it was the best planned and well
organized affair was organized by the personal security to the former Prime
minister of Norway.  This man was retired now but looking for some kind of
challenge.

He handed me a brief bio. of the person along with an Oslo phone number.  I
was impressed.  The gentleman was 67, spoke several languages, was
experienced at organizing big events and still keeping the proper political
and social protocols.  In fact, when I reviewed his CV it was just the kind
of person I needed as my secretary.  Hum, hum indeed.  I picked up the
phone and then remembered the time differences, setting my alarm clock.

.................

Eva and Sandra came through the great bank vault like door with two PPI
ladies in tow.  Everyone was loaded down with packages and bags, all with
famous names.  Drew and I looked at each other having just emerged from our
shower, the flush of sex having been washed away from our faces.

"Well, it looks like you were successful in your quest, tell me are there
still goods on the Michigan Avenue store shelves?

"No, we were not successful in our quest, the "Holy Grail" is still out
there, but we did find lots of nice things, would you like us to model?"

I looked at Drew, he looked at me and we said more or less in unison. "of
course we would like to see what you purchased, dear."

All four of us were writhing with laughter at this.  I'm not sure for the
same reasons or same realizations, but that didn't matter did it.  I am
glad that Sandra and Eva get along so well, it would be awkward if my wife
did not get along with my boy's girl now wouldn't it.

Eva had decided against a traditional wedding dress, she was going for a
white or off-white smartly styled business like suite for the ceremony and
an off the shoulder evening dress for the party.  The suite was easy and
she had found one that met with her advisor's, Sandra's, approval.  It was
an Alfred Sun creation, he is out of Montreal and being off the rack so to
speak would be easy to fit the attendants.  It met with Drew's and mine
too, as if we counted.

I could see the look in Drew's eyes when they emerged from the bedroom.
Total lust.  The skirt was short, tight with a slit up either side about
half way.  The jacket was smart with patch pockets and narrow lapels.  The
cut was super and showed off Eva's ample breasts and Sandra's now
substantial endowments.  They had matching shoes with a medium fat heal.
Their athletic legs were being given proper display.  The shirts were white
with thin blue vertical stripes, open necks to display their necklaces.

"Ok, that looks great but why do you need an evening dress.  Won't the
suite do?"  Now I knew that was a dumb question, but us men need to ask
dumb questions once in a while, it demonstrates interest.

"Oh no, you men can get away with the same suit for both functions but we
girls need appropriate dresses for the evening events.

I took it that Sandra was part of the wedding party so Drew would be also,
that meets with my approval, I thought.  I still needed a best man.  I
wondered if all my brothers would be on the mountain with us.  Our ladies
showed us their other purchases including some very sexy undergarments that
got our phallic attention.

"I invited Sandra to Paris and London when we visit Europe next week.
Perhaps we can find a dress there," Eva announced.