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Not much sex but a little violence.
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I'm sitting on the deck of my boat watching the sun go down and thinking of the past few years and how I got to be here.
First a little bit about myself and my life. My name is Frank Gibson I'm forty-nine years old at the time of writing, I'm 5'11'' and weigh 210Lbs, I've never been in the services, and I am not a kung fu expert although I did box at university, so I am fit I still run two miles every day that I'm not on a boat, I swim a lot and enjoy scuba diving. When on land I hit the gym twice a week and am careful what I eat in other words I look after myself. I'm not boasting but I'm told that I bare a resemblance to Georg Clooney.
I have a brother Sam we are twins he is ten minutes older than me so being the eldest he inherits the title Sir Samuel Gibson. Yes, we're English and very, very rich, I'm talking Billions. My father is British and my mother American so we both have dual nationalities. We also have a sister Patricia two years younger than us.
My father always told us never to reveal our wealth as it would only cause problems, just say you are comfortable and leave it at that. By comfortable he meant we as a family-owned Gibson enterprises consisting of shipping, real estate, pharmaceuticals, law firms, textiles, banking, and security, we also owned a couple of farms specialising in blood stock, as in horses, cattle and even sheep. My father introduced the farms as his hobby, everything else was run by trusted board members. We only got involved as much or as little as we wanted to. Our empire stretched all over the world but mostly centred on the Europe and the US.
My brother and I and later Pat went to the best schools and universities, I took business studies and engineering, Sam took business management and animal husbandry, Pat took law and accounting. When Sam and I were in our last year of university tragedy struck, our parents were killed in a car accident. Two days after the funeral the will was read. The entire estate was left to the three of us and it was up to us to divide it fairly between. It was decided that Pat would control the law firms and real estate, Sam would get Pharmaceuticals, shipping and the bloodstock farms of which there were now six, two in the UK and four in the US. I would get textiles banking and security. We also got a large cash sum in excess of two billion pound each.
Sam would stay in the UK and manage the blood stock farms; he had inherited the interest from dad. Pat would finish her education and then settle in the US. I would also settle in the US as that was where most of my business would be. Sam would take an active part in the blood stock programme and leave the running of shipping and pharmaceuticals to appointed boards of management. After Pat had finished her degrees, she would take a junior post in one of the legal firms we owned without their knowledge of her true position. I would also leave the running of my little empire to others while I pursued my hobby of buying out failing businesses and rebuilding them without disclosing my true wealth.
I met my first wife Laura at a university party, and it was love at first sight, I asked her to go out with me and she said yes. Three months later we were exclusive neither of us were virgins but never spoke about our previous lovers. A year later we were married. Laura was an American citizen so my moving to the US was welcomed by her parents. We both wanted children as soon as possible so that we could enjoy them while we were still young. It was no surprise when heather was born twelve months later, and Graham followed eighteen months later.
I had bought a small engineering company that was failing due to failure to keep up with current technology and Laura was a stay-at-home mom. Shortly after Heathers fifth birthday Laura started to cough and after two weeks it still hadn't stopped, she went to the doctors who sent her to a specialist for some tests and was diagnosed with a rare and aggressive cancer she died three weeks later. I was devastated but fortunately the children didn't understand so were not overly affected. I on the other hand went completely to pieces and was sent to a nursing home to recover. Patricia came to live with the children while I convalesced and came to terms with my loss.
I was discharged after eight months of feeling sorry for myself but had to see a councillor on a weekly basis to completely recover. My sister suggested I hire a live-in nanny to take up some of the strain. I agreed and we started to interview candidates we decided we would like someone young so that they could interact with young children on a better basis. After interviewing twenty of thirty applicants we engaged a twenty-four-year-old graduate in child welfare named Megan West. Megan was an instant hit with the children and them with her, she was 5'7'' about 120lbs with a killer figure I'm sure she could get a corpse hard.
Megan's Parents had moved to Florida but her sister Sarah lived only about fifty miles away so they could stay in touch on a regular basis.
She moved into the second bedroom and immediately settled in as if she had always been there. She would be up in the morning preparing breakfast for when I returned from my run, cereal for the children and a cooked breakfast for me. While I was eating, she would prepare her own breakfast usually just toast and coffee. When I returned home from work there would be a meal waiting for me. We would all sit down together like a normal family and discuss our day. When Graham started school Megan asked if I would mind if she took classes at our local college to improve her chances of employment when her tenure with me ended. I not only encouraged her in this endeavour but insisted on paying for it. Evenings and weekends would often find the four of us at the cinema, bowling alley and afterwards in Mc Donald's to the delight of the children. Megan also came to all of our family gatherings and became as a daughter to Laura's parents. One day about three years after Laura's death her we had taken the children to visit Laura's parents when Laura's father took me outside to show me his new car. As we were looking at his pride and joy he casually remarked.
''Frank it's been over three years since we lost Laura it's time you moved on, it's obvious you and Megan are close, and Linda and I would love for you and Megan to be an item.''