Date: Tue, 14 Jan 2003 08:58:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Ian Boldt <lightningman02@yahoo.com>
Subject: High School: Life of Luxury Part 8

hey there guys i know its been a while but i haven't been getting any
feedback so i didn't know what you guys would like in the story. well
anyways here's part eight. it took me a while to finish it between
school and work and everything. I hope you enjoy it.

if you are under the legal age in your area i suggest you leave. if you
do not like homosexual sex and are opposed to it i suggest you leave as
well. other than that i hope you enjoy it.

"Where is she?" asked Brendan impatiently, looking at his watch for the
fiftieth time.

"Brendan, honey, she'll be here we still have an hour before takeoff," I
said.

"Still..." he started.

"Omigosh, I'm so sorry I'm late," said Colleen panting as she came up
to us.

"Its okay," I answered, "Lets get everything loaded and see if we can get
out of here a little earlier than expected."

Once we had all of our things onboard and loaded on the plane it was time
for our takeoff, no time saved there.

As we were rocketing through the air, I went back to the galley to make
an important phone call.

"Samantha please," I said when the maid answered the phone.

"Hello?" said Sam.

"Hey Sam guess who?" I said.

"Oh my fucking shit! Alex how are you?" she screamed.

"I'm great. How are you?" I asked.

"I'm fine. So when are you coming to see me?" she asked.

"Actually I'm on my way to New York right now with some friends of mine.
We're staying at the apartment then heading over to Lech for Christmas."

"That's great! Who's picking you up at the airport?"

"Well I had hoped you would call Franz or Louie and have them come pick
us up in one of the limos."

"Wait! Why don't Jacob and I meet you guys and we can all go back to
your place in my limo?"

"I don't know..."

"Why?"

"Well, I met someone out in LA and he is so perfect. I think he's it."

"Oh that's not good."

"Why?"

"Jacob has been holding out for you. He thinks he might still have a
chance."

"Oh no Sam. I told him I couldn't do the whole long-distance thing. That
was why we broke up."

"I know. Well...how long are you guys in town?"

"A week."

"How could I be so stupid?"

"Sam! What!! Tell me!!!"

"Jacob is out of town. He's down in the Bahamas with some of his
family."

"Sam you scared the shit out of me. So are you gonna meet us at the
airport?"

"JFK or La Guardia?"

"JFK, we get in around one your time."

"Got it. I'll be waiting. I'm so excited."

"So am I. Hey I'll see you later, okay? Bye."

I hung up the phone and walked back out to the main cabin where Colleen
and Brendan were talking.

"Alex is this really your jet or is it your family's?" asked Colleen.

"This was my sixteenth birthday present, at least one of them," I
answered with a smile.

"Are you guys hungry or anything?" I asked. When they answered yes, I had
told Nancy, my flight attendant, to prepare us a light lunch because of
the delicious cuisine we would be eating once we reached New York. After
lunch was cleared away, Mr. Al, my pilot, came on the PA system and told
us that we were beginning our final descent in to JFK.

Precisely at one o'clock we landed at the private jet terminal at JFK,
and were met by Sam. She ran to me and threw her arms around my neck and
gave me a big kiss on the cheek.

"Well hello to you too!" I said laughing, "Sam this is Colleen Clarke.
Colleen this is Samantha De Vere."

"Hello Colleen nice to meet you," said Sam ebulliently.

"Sam I want you to meet my boyfriend, Brendan Johnson. Brendan I want you
to meet one of the most dearest people I have ever known, Samantha De
Vere," I said.

"Pleased to meet you," said Brendan.

Sam looked at me then at Colleen, and finally back at Brendan, and said,

"Welcome to the family guys!"

We all laughed and Sam filled us in on all the latest gossip. After our
bags had been put in the back of Sam's limo we got in.

"So where first?" asked Sam.

"Why don't we run by my apartment to drop all this stuff so the maids
can unpack it for us, then we can do some shopping and sightseeing," I
said.

Everyone agreed and we drove to the Upper East Side where my family owned
an apartment. It wasn't really an apartment. I was the top four floors
of the Trump Tower. We pulled up to the building and the driver opened
the door for us. I got out first followed by Brendan, Colleen, and Sam.

"Welcome back Mr. Maxfield. How is California?" asked the doorman.

"Hello John. California is fine but New York is great," I answered.

We walked into the lobby where the boutiques and salons are, then up the
escalators to where the elevators are located. We walked over to the
elevator that had M marked on it. I entered a pin code and the doors slid
open. When we were inside the elevator began to rise.

"Why does the elevator have a M on it?" asked Colleen.

"Well it stands for Maxfield, but before we bought it, it belonged to
Donald Trump and it had a T."

"Oh I get it," said Colleen.

A few seconds later the doors slid open and we walked out into the marble
foyer of my New York home.

"Welcome back sir," said the two maids, butler, and cook who were waiting
in the mezzanine.

"Thank you all," I answered and introduced my guests, "They are to be
treated just like me."

A chorus of "Yes sir," came back.

"Our luggage will be up in a moment. Put Ms. Clarke's belongings in the
blue room, then put mine and Mr. Johnson's in the master suite," I told
them and they disappeared.

"So who would like the grand tour?" I asked.

I showed them the apartment and Colleen was especially happy about the
pool on the top floor. When I had finished showing them the house we went
back down to the main salon and started to talk about dinner.

"Excuse me," I said getting up to make a phone call. I came back and sat
down.

"I think we should go to Spago," said Sam.

"I think that would be a great idea," said Colleen.

"I don't know," said Brendan, "I think we should go to the Carlysle."

"Honey it would be impossible to get a table," said Sam.

"As if it wouldn't be any harder at Spago," pointed out Brendan.

Sam was about to say something but I motioned for her not to.

"Bren, if we go to Spago tonight we'll go to the Carlysle tomorrow
night. I promise," I said batting my eyes at him.

"Oh all right," said Brendan pretending to be hurt.

"Well let's get dressed," I said.

"How do you dress for Spago?" asked Colleen.

"Don't worry its not that hard," said Sam, "We're about the same size
so I'll just borrow something of yours. Kay?"

Colleen nodded and they went off to find something to wear. Brendan and I
walked to the master bedroom. I opened my closet and he opened his.

"You're not mad at me are you?" I asked taking out brown cord slacks, a
thin black turtleneck, and a brown sportscoat.

"No, I'm just thinking," answered Brendan.

"You're a bad liar," I said as I was tucking my shirt into my pants and
putting on my Gucci loafers. I walked over to Brendan, who was still in
his boxer briefs, and said,

"I promise I'll make it up to you later."

"Hmm..." he said as I was kissing him. I stopped long enough to let him
say,

"Okay."

"Good, now get dressed," I told him walking out of the bedroom. A few
minutes later Brendan came out wearing the exact same thing I was except
the colors were reversed. We were out on the terrace when the girls came
down. Sam was looking beautiful in a red Chinese print dress with
chopsticks in her hair. She stopped at the foot of the stairs and
motioned for Colleen to come down. Brendan and I about flipped when we
saw her. She was wearing a gold Calvin Klein slip dress that perfectly
matched her skin tone. I mean if I wasn't gay I would jump all over that
shit.

Brendan and I stared for a minute then went to get our sports coats. When
we got back I offered my arm to Sam but she shook her head and said,

"Uh-uh. I want to get to know this gorgeous hottie you bagged."

"Oh all right," I said laughing and taking Colleen's arm. Together we
led everyone downstairs. We got into the limo and were on our way to
Spago.

On our drive there we talked as Sam got to know Colleen and Brendan
better. We pulled up to the entrance of Spago and got out, of course the
usual rain of flashes from the cameras came and the only thing you can do
is smile and walk fast. Once we made it inside, Alexi, the maitre'd,
came over and said,

"Alex and Samantha! It's been too long!"

"Alexi! How are you my friend?" I asked.

"I am good. Where have you been hiding?" he asked me.

"I had to move to California," I answered.

"That is terrible," he said, "Is it just the four of you tonight? Good
thing you called ahead, Alex or I wouldn't have been able to save you a
table no matter how cute you are!!!!"

"You called ahead?" said Sam, Brendan and Colleen in unison.

"Of course," I said, "Do you think that I would make us wait for a table?
C'mon guys give me a little credit."

"So that's why you wanted to come here instead of the Carlysle," said
Brendan.

"You're not mad are you?" I asked.

"Of course not. How could I stay mad at you?" he said smiling.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth Jeff, our waiter, appeared.

"Welcome back to Spago Mr. Maxfield," said Jeff, "Wolf saw you come in
and sent you your Jewish pizza. Now what can I get you guys to drink, and
hey don't worry if it has alcohol in it. You guys can still have it."

"Thanks Jeff," I said, "I'll have a Cosmopolitan."

"I'll have one of you famous margaritas," said Sam.

"I'll take a glass of the 1924 Bordeaux Cabernet Sauvignon," said
Colleen.

"I think I'll have a glass of Dom Perignon," said Brendan.

We all looked at him like he was crazy.

"What? It's my favorite," he answered.

We sat there and talked. Then when our drinks came we drank and talked.
We ordered our food, which was superb and at eleven we were back in the
limo going back to my apartment.

"Do you want to stay here tonight Sam?" I asked as we pulled up to the
building.

"I want to but I can't. I have to get home before my mother thinks that
terrorists have gotten me," she said.

We said our good-byes and went upstairs. As I unlocked the door I noticed
that the staff was still there. When I walked into the living room I knew
why.

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