Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2011 00:27:37 -0400
From: Thomas Monks <thejournal69@gmail.com>
Subject: The Journal 2

The Journal  is work of pure fiction. As I am writing this story, I am
above the age of 18. If you want a story with lots of sex, look
elsewhere. This is a love story. Seeing as it is a love story, sex is in
there, but it's in realistic balance in the characters' lives.

Any similarity to any real events, names, or life events is purely
accidental. If you're underage, (according to your state laws as a minor),
and/or if this literature is offensive to you or to anyone around your
viewing area, or it is illegal for you to view such content where you're
reading it,  stop reading the story.

This story can't be distributed in anyway, shape or form without the
author's expressed written consent.

I am a theater/fashion/luxury loving guy and that is used a lot in what I
am writing it does give off some specific references. I would love to start
a mailing list for each chapter I send out the link and a selection of
images and such that relate to the specifics used in the chapter also I
thrive on comments and suggestions so please email me at
thejournal69@gmail.com

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Friday June 25th, 2010

	So today the girls met me at my place which is a Penthouse on Park
Ave. and because of this I kept their new stuff at my place. When Marie got
there she was our saint carrying 3 fresh cups of Starbucks. We gave my
butler Justin our bags and he took them down to the black 2010 Cadillac
Escalade, that is actually my car but because we were going to be going to
a fancy event I was having this so the car itself would not be crowded with
luggage as this is s 2hr trip with traffic and of course in NY there is
always traffic as everyone is leaving the city for the weekend to go the
Hamptons to relax or as we did head out to party.

	About 20 min later we were in the elevator headed down the street
where an all white 2010 Bentley Flying Spur was sitting there I called
shotgun and the girls got in the back and we were off. About two and a half
hours later we were pulling into the gates of my mothers primary residence
in the Hamptons. The house looked like an 18th century French château, we
actually named the place, Castillo de Baron, corny I know but mom said it
was the ultimate symbol of status. Well the service team of the house took
all of our luggage to our rooms, which were really cool because when we
designed my "wing" of the house I told mom I wanted a sitting room with
like 4 bedrooms off of it so I can hang with friends and we can all stay in
the same area and so my wish was granted. But before I could go to my room
to unpack I had to visit my mother.

She is a lovely woman who until she met Henry Katherine and married him
when I was 8 was a hard working nurse and single mother of 3 me and my
brother, Alan Carey (30) and my sister Kristine Underbridge (31). They are
pretty cool. But mom is one of the most down to earth people I know. She
may be in early retirement at 52 but she has worked hard for a long time
and I think she deserves it. So I went off to find her, and I knew exactly
where she was going to be, in the library. Mom has always loved books and
what she does is she keeps this library of books for me because I also love
to read and if there is something that she thinks I am going to enjoy she
puts it on the shelf if it is not she puts it in a box and when I come to
visit I take them back to the city and I take them to a bunch of the
schools and community centers. I walk into the library and I find exactly
what I expect my mother in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt laying on the
chaise with a Nora Roberts novel in her nose with Josh Groban playing over
the stereo. "Mommy, Knock Knock," I walked into the room.

"Hey bud how are you, didn't even hear you and your friends arrive."

"I'm good mom, and we just got here bout 2 minutes ago. I figured before we
head out, I would come and see you."

Mom looked at me like you just got here and we have had two seconds
together where the hell could you possibly have to run off to so
quickly. "Mom you know I am going to that party hosted by Alex right?" I
asked.

 "Of course, but isn't that tomorrow night?"

"Yes mom, but I have a meeting with Alberta Ferretti to pick up a gown that
was just shown in Milan for you to wear."  "Is today the only day you can
go pick it up?" She asked.

"Yes she leaves back to Italy tonight, so I have to go get it."

With that I stood and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek "I'll be back in
about an hour. Dinner by the pool just you and me tonight?"

She looked at me giving up "I guess, what about Olivia and Marie?"

"Tyler wanted to meet us for dinner tonight, I will just say something came
up and I cant so we can spend some time together. But I have to go now, I
love you mom."

With that I left the room and ran to my Escalade and turned the key and
sped off to meet with Alberta. She gave me this stunning gown from her
resort collection that showed like 4 days ago, it has an umpire waist line
and looks simply elegant with a sweetheart neckline and cap sleeves. That
night me and mom had a dinner of Filet Minogn with béarnaise sauce and
asparagus and scalloped potatoes. As we ate I told her about the colleges I
was going to apply to, when I mentioned I wanted to apply to Florida State
University, she had a fit. I told her it was my second option if I did not
get accepted to NYU. And that I got a job as fashion assistant at Vogue and
that come September I would be taking four weeks off school to travel to
see all the shows in New York, London, Milan and Paris. Again she was not
happy but she eventually folded saying that I was actually serious about
working in fashion and could not understand my interest in getting a degree
in theater. I told her theater is my joy and fashion is my love, and that
if this internship works out I will basically have a job there by the end
of high school, and that I already talked to Anna Wintour about working and
going to school and the possibility of school in Florida, and she said that
if I went to Florida that there would be a job held for me as long as I
still wanted it. After dinner I excused my self to my room where I am now
writing this, well I guess I have caught up to my day and nothing exciting
is gonna happen now except that I am going to jump in the shower and put on
fresh Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Throw on some James Horner soundtrack
music, I'm thinking Bravehart, to relax me to sleep and then sleep. Big day
tomorrow.