Chapter 1 The Move

Moving again, doesn't surprise me. We have moved at least once a year, sometimes twice. And not because my Dad is some worldwide known assassin and needs to move a lot (since I really don't know what he does this could be possible). Any who, we move a lot because of his work, again not really sure what this is. We have lived all though North America, England, Ireland, and for three months when I was 10, we lived in Egypt. No shocker when Dad told me that we were moving yet again, only this time to Los Angeles. I was beginning to like Indiana.

Whatever kind of work my Dad does, it defiantly pays well. I swear the houses we move into keep getting bigger. It's not like we need the room. It is just Dad and I, and our three maids. My Mom left us when I was just a baby. Said she couldn't handle being by herself all the time with an infant while Dad was away at work. So here I am now 17 years old and he has not once remarried. He goes out on dates but he never goes on more than two. One time he took a girl out on four dates, so as a joke I started planning their wedding. We moved that next week. I asked Dad once why he always got big houses when it was just us and him barely being there. He said it was to impress the ladies. That it was easier to get inside their pants when he owned a huge house instead of a tiny apartment. Plus he didn't want me to hear what him and his lady friends did when they would spend the night. I think I was 8 when I asked.

Thank goodness Dad hires people to move us. I do feel sorry for them. Having to come in and pack everything up, load up their trucks, drive across country, and unload. At least they don't have to unpack. That's what the maids do. We have had the same three maids since I was a little kid. I guess that's good because they are the ones that raised me. Dad likes them a lot, says they raised me good so he gives them vacation weeks throughout the year, holidays, and a bonuses if my grades are good. Let me just say I have a 4.0.

I asked Dad how big this next house is. I was kind of curious but I really just wanted a conversion starter while we were driving across the country. According to him it's a three story house, with a basement, eight bedrooms, four full baths, and a swimming pool. He informed me that I could have the whole basement to myself. That it had two bedrooms, a full bathroom, and enough room for all of my gaming stuff. I am a huge collector in arcade games, pool tables, foosball, poker table, along with my 50 inch flat screen for all of my gaming consoles. I would probably use the smaller of the bedrooms for my study. Why would I need a guest room? I don't make too many friends due to the fact that we move so much I don't try and make friends. And if I do have someone or in some cases some people stay over they are usually in my bed.

That is one thing my Dad and I have always had in common. Women. I told my Dad that I was gay when I was 10. I always kind of known and kissing Jenny Richards on the playground one day confirmed it. I remember telling Dad about kissing her and how it just felt good. He looked at me and just smiled. I was so relieved, I was expecting to get slapped or yelled at. As I stated before my Dad was never serious about dating so naturally neither am I. Why should I waste time with one girl when I could get to know as many as I possibly could before we moved? That's when it turned into a game for me. See how many girls I could sleep with. Gay girls, straight girls, older girls or women in that case, but girls in relationships are my favorite. I think it is because they give me more of a challenge. They don't want to cheat but they are so curious about me that they do. So bring it on LA, you are about to meet Emma James.