Date: Thu, 25 Mar 2010 15:26:44 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Silent Waters Prologue

Nifty rules regarding legality and copyright apply throughout this story

I intended this story to be my third book but felt that it had run out of
steam after only 35,000 words. I enjoyed writing it, and was even
reasonably happy editing it but it was still too short to publish so here
it is after nearly a year sat in my files, posted as a long story. I hope
you enjoy it and will let me know if you have time.

Short synopsis.

Silent Waters is an American Navajo Indian/White, half breed, Robert
Maitland is a wealthy Englishman. The two become lovers and this is their
story. It takes place, mainly, in a Spanish Village called Mojacar,
(pronounced mo-hac-a), and the surrounding area. There is plenty of loving
sex, and loads of very raunchy sex, but all of it between young men who
have great affection and love for one another.

There are a couple of nasties in it that I felt were needed to balance all
the love.

The Prologue is quite short but Chapter 1 will follow within two days. The
story is already complete so there will be no long waits for new chapters.

(My partner and I had a home in the village for nearly 20 years and loved
it, living there full time for two years and then visiting at least four
times a year before giving it up to come and live in Antigua.)

			       SILENT WATERS
				 Prologue

Robert Maitland almost cringed as he came clear of the airport terminal
building. He had forgotten how miserable and cold a February morning in
England could be. Working in the Middle East and vacationing in Thailand or
the Philippines had dulled his memories of England. He had come home this
time because an American Attorney had been insistent that he needed to talk
to him face to face on a matter of great importance. Robert could not even
begin to imagine what the mystery could be.

The Cumberland Hotel at Marble Arch was the only one he remembered from his
previous trips to England so he booked in there and arranged to meet the
Attorney the next morning in the coffee shop. He spent a miserable day in
the hotel not wanting to go out in the cold. He would have liked to walk
along Oxford St. to his old hunting grounds and have a coffee with Alonso
at Café Real but not in this temperature. Perhaps he would before scuttling
back to Dubai and the sunshine.

The Attorney arrived on time and over coffee told Robert some good news.

"Do you remember your Grandfather Maitland's younger brother Mr. Maitland?"
was how the conversation started.

"Only very vaguely Mr. Jacobs. He was a bachelor who went off to the New
World to seek his fortune when I was very young. Until my Grandfather died
I had snippets of information about Uncle Fred. If I remember correctly he
remained a bachelor and worked in the oilfields in Texas."

"That is all correct which effectively proves your provenance as his grand
nephew. Could you just confirm this for me by letting me see your
passport?"

Robert went back to his room for the passport still none the wiser, except
that it obviously had to do with Great Uncle Fred.

The Attorney checked the passport and then produced a sheath of papers for
Robert and told him.

"When your Grand Uncle died all he specified in his will was that his
fortune should go to his eldest male relative on his side of the family.
You are the oldest surviving male Mr. Maitland. As you are aware I'm sure
your father was the eldest son of your Great Uncle's eldest brother. There
are no males remaining carrying the name Maitland except you and two
younger cousins so it all belongs to you."

"Very interesting Mr. Jacobs, but what exactly belongs to me?"

"The figures I have current yesterday show about 2-1/4 billion dollars in
oil revenues from your uncles oil field and revenue of approximately 20
million dollars a month from the present output."

Robert nearly had a heart attack.

"This is a wind up isn't it, you can't be serious."

"Oh I am serious Mr. Maitland, I have spent over a year researching your
family to make sure you are the rightful heir."

When he had calmed down Robert contacted his own Lawyer in town and set the
wheels in motion to take control of his fortune. Mr. Jacob's account
amounted to nearly five million dollars, which was a monstrous sum but
Robert paid it in full with a million-dollar bonus. His next action was to
resign from his job in Dubai and his third action was to settle one hundred
million pounds into trust funds for each of his younger cousins who he
hadn't even known existed. Well he could afford to be generous, a turn of
fate had made him the eldest by only a couple of years, so now at 27 years
old he was as rich as Croesus.

Over the next year Robert bought a Castle in Spain, a beautiful sailing
yacht and organised his life to look after his money and have fun.

But it wasn't fun. For all his money Robert was lonely. He wanted a soul
mate, but all of the men he went to bed with were transient, none appealed
to him as long term partners, some were obvious gold diggers, others were
just too shallow and uninteresting to hold his attention for long.

This was the state of affairs when he returned to England for a meeting
with his financial advisors at the end of his first year as a multi
billionaire.
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Next part very soon where you will meet Silent Waters.