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| title: "House Oversight: Estate Documents (Nov 12) (HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_021193)" |
| source: "House Oversight: Estate Documents (Nov 12)" |
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| date: "2026-01-01" |
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| and body language, a very primitive form of speaking, but what choice |
| I did my best to get acquainted and as I had previously assumed after |
| lunch on the beach we were again ushered into another part of the island, |
| Jeffrey's cabana. There was no need for words here, as the girls already |
| knew exactly what to do. Without saying anything they undressed me and |
| began to ravage my body with their hands, tongues, lips and fingers. I |
| was delirious, never having done anything like this before with so many |
| girls. It was sheer chaos; I don't honestly know how men could fantasize |
| over this. Through the glimpses in between bodies crossing over me I |
| could see Jeffrey and Brunel watching us, sitting in a chair with their |
| hands around their penises, stroking themselves together "The best part is |
| they don't even speak English so there's never a need to have to keep |
| them amused" I could hear one of the men divulge and pretty sure it came |
| from Jeffrey laughing out loud to Brunel. I just closed my eyes and went |
| somewhere else in my mind until it was all over. That was that, life went |
| on and we all moved on to eat dinner together. |
| It couldn't be more awkward as Jeffrey and Brunel were beside |
| themselves with their ego's beaming, and the girls chatted like busy little |
| chipmunks with each other. Ghislane and Emmy on the other end of the |
| table were being amused at the entire racquet around the table and then |
| there was me. Sitting quietly and smiling in people's direction when |
| needed, I was counting down the minutes until I could go lay down in my |
| giant comfortable bed, slipping away to the gentle noises the island |
| created and sink comfortably into a deep sleep with the assistance of my |
| Xanax. Scratching at the plate in front of me with my fork out of |
| boredom, I wasn't even hungry. I had lost my appetite for food. Rather |
| sipping on the champagne I wanted to feel as far away from here as |
| possible. What seemed like hours for everyone to finish their meals we |
| were finally all saying goodnight and goodbye to each other, as Brunel |
| was off early in the morning and taking the eight beauties with him. |
| "Thank God" I told myself, once was more than I could handle of that in |
| It didn't take me long to get back into my own comfort zone. Heading |
| straight back to my cabana after dessert was served nearly tripping over |
| my own two feet as I tried to scuttle off in a hurry. As soon as I entered |
| my domain, I drew a breath and sighed a deep exhale outwards, finally |
| alone and at peace... for now at least. Although the sun had set hours ago |
| he high temperatures of the Caribbean were still an affliction, plaguing |
| ny cabana I was welcomed by a rush of warm air as I opened the door. I |
| hit the switch to the fan and stripped down for a shower. Preparing my |
| towel and toiletries I opened the back door to the outside shower and |
| placed them on the floor. Whether I was cleaning up in the midst of a hot |
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| day or retiring for the evening, an outside shower was always splendid. |
| Under a thick dark cloak of the night sky only the moon and stars to shed |
| enough light for me to see my way around. I could feel the soft breeze |
| lick the droplets falling off of my bodies' curves in the reflection of the |
| moonlight. It only encouraged me to stay longer under the warmth from |
| the spray of rushing water. I let the hot water run out before I was |
| sufficed enough to go back inside. Lounging around the bed in my |
| panties and a tank top I was still sweltering from the heat. Trying to tire |
| myself out, I did some reading and eventually fell asleep. I needed those |
| times to unwind after such an ordeal, letting the Xanax wash away all of |
| the pain I could then forgive the mistakes I had made, blaming myself for |
| staying around for this I had wished I was never born at all. The pills |
| would take all of that away for me. My heart was a tangled weave of |
| deception and pain, only reassured by the lies that were told to me and the |
| lies I would have to convince myself of. |
| Chapter 16 |
| When we flew back into Palm Beach, Juan drove me back to my |
| apartment. Lonely for some companionship I decided to call an old |
| friend. I was longing to be important to someone and unfortunately with |
| such little time to have a social life of my own I was compelled to call T.J |
| again. His Mom answered the phone and sounded quite surprised to hear |
| my voice on the other end. She was always kind to me, I even used to |
| bring her back "Cola" cans from other countries a bizarre hobby she |
| loved collecting. She just didn't know what I saw in her son, even saying |
| that to his face many times over. Not blind to his ways of cheating and |
| stealing, being a personal victim of it, she made it apparent that she did |
| not approve of T.J's choice in lifestyle. It used to really hurt him how his |
| parents thought so badly of him, so he gave up trying to eam their love a |
| long time ago. As long as he didn't steal from them anymore he was |
| allowed to live there. Instead of that being a lesson to him, he would just |
| try to be more clever in what he would steal, less obvious things. He |
| would steal the toaster and sell it for five dollars if he knew it would help |
| to get him his next high |
| Nonetheless and at my expense I had a sweet spot for him. Wit |
| nough water under the bridge, I was able to forget about the troubles he |
| caused. His Mom told me she'd pass on the message when he got home, |
| but that could be days from now. The last time he had been home was |
| over a couple of weeks now. He only stopped by to get something to eat, |
| have a long sleep and to beg her for a few bucks, supposedly to help him |
| buy food. Then he was off again without a single word said, only leaving |
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