Every single word of this story, about certain people who do not need any publicity, is true! Thus the names were changed, and I am not providing any details like geographic locations, which could help to identify the heroes of my story. I was very lucky to extract it at all. Enjoy.
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Andrea, twenty something young, already divorced, rich, beautiful, had a comfy life. She will never have to work in her life. And still, after divorce, she surprised herself by being good at making investments via Internet. She was friends with Lydia.
Lydia, exactly twenty, and still much richer and, if possible, more beautiful than Andrea, had even a better life, or so you would assume, except that at the moment there seemed to be a dark cloud in her blue sky. She was married since she was eighteen and a half, for less than two years, and she already wanted out. "Why was I so blind and stupid?"--she despaired. Andrea, who never liked Lydia's husband, comforted her friend, telling Lydia that she was very young.
Lydia married a rich guy, who impressed her as smart and good natured. It felt like fun at the time. Soon, however, the marriage didn't seem such a good idea after all. Her husband was less and less interested in her as a woman, while more and more in her money, real estate and so on. Lydia was rich not accidentally. Her family had it in their genes. She was groomed to operate a large financial estate since she was a child. According to the prenuptial agreement the couple kept their possessions and material affairs separated. Lydia kept her own staff of advisors and assistants. Unknown to her husband, she even had her own investigators on payroll. Thus step by step she got the picture. Not a clear picture but clear enough. Her husband's business and connections were shady. And what broke the camel's back was a strong suspicion, virtually a certainty that her husband was cheating on her.
Now what? She understood that her husband was a dangerous man. The information she had collected about him so far was crucial to her education but was not useful yet for the sake of divorce.
"Sure,"--Andrea confirmed Lydia's insight--"you need a proof that he is cheating on you."
The two women met often. They attended the same charity events, used the same gym, and, both being young and intelligent females with more or less the same background, they simply enjoyed each other's company. They were fond of joking "we are just two dumb blondes." Only the part about being blondes was true though.
Thus it was perhaps strange that on hearing about Lydia's predicament Andrea was happily singing to herself. There was a good reason for that, and it had nothing to do with insincerity--Andrea was a loyal friend. She has provided Lydia with a contact, which could help Lydia a zillion times more than the whole Lydia's otherwise sensible entourage. Andrea and Lydia were on the phone already an hour and a half. Finally Andrea exclaimed: "Stuart is a renaissance man, a genius! The man is fucking fantastic!!!"
Lydia was shocked and confused. It was the first time that Andrea used a vulgar expression in her presence. Andrea was clearly excited. She described to Lydia how smoothly Mr. Stuart Hu had dissolved her own marriage, and the advantages which she got at the expense of her ex. It sounded good and credible. Incredible but credible. Lydia went to Andrea, and Andrea transfered $250K from Lydia's account to Stuart's account via the phone line. It was a reasonable transaction. Lydia's appointment with Stuart was only four days from now. Four long days.
Once Andrea was alone again she exhaled with relief and was singing this time aloud:
oh Lydia my friend we are going to be happy we are going to be so fucking happy
It took Andrea effort to convince Stuart to accept the Lydia's case. And if Lydia refused Stuart's assistance Andrea would feel depressed.
First Andrea left a long message on Stuart's answering machine. She used that Stuart's phone number for the first time since her divorce. She was not allowed to call but only for a strong business reason. Thus already in that initial message Andrea informed Stuart that Lydia is a beautiful, young and nonsensically rich girl, who is facing a divorce too difficult for her to handle. She added that Stuart's remuneration is going to be significant. Stuart had returned the call. He was charming and polite but firmly refused to take the case--"you know Andrea, that I am not into divorce cases, I never was. They are simply not challenging enough. I am an adrenalin junky. Yes, I know the man, I know that he is no good. Remember, I have elephant memory. No, he is not that dangerous. Oh, yes, Lydia should be very careful, and I mean very, very careful."
Andrea was close to tears--"Lydia will pay you five, even ten millions, please Stuart."
There was something in Andrea's voice that made Stuart hesitant. After a moment of silence he said: "I remember you, Andrea. I'll do it. Have Lydia transfer 250K up front and I'll need another 250K after it's over, in twenty days. Plus expenses. In this case up to 40K, not more. That's all. It'll be over really in five days, but the paperwork will take another two weeks. You and Lydia are going to be discrete, I insist. I'll let you know more after you talk to Lydia. But talk to her tomorrow, not today."
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Stuart, half African-half Chinese, six foot eight tall, was so handsome that one didn't even think about his height. He loved music. The list of his accomplishments was long: he was the best actor in his school, both in Hong Kong and in the States. He spoke each of the twenty languages which he knew like a native, without a trace of any accent. He was a superb athlete. Martial arts was his love, he had no equals, while each time he would compete in any other sport he would always place in the top five. He was an accomplished masseur, he knew about massage everything there was to know and more.
His ancestors on both sides were warriors. His easy manner could easily fool you, but he too was a warrior. He finished the Police Academy at a record young age, followed by his degree in law with distinction. Before he was thirty he had already worked as a prosecutor for a couple of years. He conducted his own investigations. Then he decided that he should charge for that too. That he switched to being an attorney, to avoid a conflict of interests. His company "Stuart Hu, Investigation & Law." had provided both types of service: investigation and legal assistance, and he was paid well, very well indeed.
Also airplanes were Stuart's passion. He befriended pilots and would fly as a passenger to relax. Hm, that's another story. Anyway, he was not a pilot but he promised himself that in another life he will, or that he will be a musician. "I'll have to be reincarnated twice."--he told himself.
There was an ironic twist to his life. From the age of seven to fourteen he was absolutely the best thief in the whole Hong Kong--he was never caught, not even once. He never shared this knowledge with anybody. His peculiar savings kept him more than comfortable during his student years at the law school.
Stuart believed that his extraordinary skill in martial arts was strongly connected to his ability as a masseur, and to his genius at picking pockets. You dream and the time stays in place. The time stays in place and you are god, you can do everything, you can fulfill your every wish. Women agreed.
Yes, Stuart was a renaissance man. He had elephant dick and elephant memory. Others had only so many inches and only a few dozens of sexual partners. Stuart in addition to inches had also the decimal part and a few hundredths of an inch on the top of it. And he, and his skin and hands and lips and dick, especially those extra hundreds of an inch, remembered each and every of well over a thousand women to which he had the exquisite pleasure of doing more than is imaginable. He remembered every detail of each action and every detail of the unique anatomy of each woman, of their special points, their quirks... everything. This was his data base which he actively applied about every day or night in his life research. The only Stuart's regret was that he spent with most of these women only a few hours, and then never saw them again. "In my next life, when I am a musician or a pilot, it will be different. Or if I get not one but five elephant dicks."
Flying, law, martial arts, music and women were his main passions, in that alphabetical order.
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Lydia drove to Stuart's office by herself, as instructed. No driver this time. It was early in the morning. She was yawning almost non-stop.
