I have no excuse for taking so long to update other than I like wearing the
CFM boots... A lot... too much... I don't want to take them off. I can mow the
lawn and aerate it at the same time.
Still own nothing but the grey matter between Oliver's ears. Well, I guess his parents and grandparents are mine, but by the time I'm done with them, do I really want them? Love you Josh. Thanks for playing along!
Chapter 2
"All the milk has turned"
St. Anthony's Academy was a dark, musty building. Oliver took in his surroundings as the Monseigneur gave him a tour of the school. The building had probably been around at least 5 years before God. It would do nicely. Oliver mentally arranged the chess pieces in his head. He was becoming a worthy opponent for his father. Soon the student would become the master.
All in good time.
The building was rich with icons. Saintly statues stood guard in the corridors. Graven images of a fair skinned, blue-eyed Jesus holding a lamb graced the walls. Eyes to follow his every move. Oliver would never have to be alone.
Oliver Seaton Trask lll and Davina Carlisle Trask were in Singapore while their son was getting settled in his new school. They had made sure that the tuition had been paid in full, funds were available for any out of pocket expenses Oliver would have or want, a limo and driver would be at the school Monday and Wednesday afternoons to take him back and forth to his therapy sessions and would return again Friday afternoon at 3pm to pick him up and deposit him in the Trask family penthouse for the weekends.
Davina Carlisle Trask sequestered herself in a luxurious suite of the Singapore Carlisle Hotel, recuperating from her latest "procedure". Oliver Sr. looked at his wife in disdain. If her face was pulled any tighter, the slightest twitch would cause her skin to tear. She had become a caricature of the woman whose money he'd fallen in love with.
While his wife enjoyed her self-imposed exile and the attention paid to her by the hotel staff, Oliver Seaton Trask lll was also enjoying all that Singapore had to offer. The business meetings went exceedingly well, his golf game was superb and his carnal desires were sated by an exquisite array of women. Some had been entertaining businessmen from the west for a number of years and some made their "debut" with him. It was the youngest ones that he took the most pleasure in. He enjoyed their fear, drained them of their innocence, leaving an empty shell for the rest of the vultures.
Oliver's room-mate was the first casualty in the game. Two days of non- stop staring by Oliver sent the boy packing. A pawn easily sacrificed. Oliver now had the room to himself. Privacy where none had existed. He settled back on his bed and closed his eyes.
Natalie chased Oliver down the water slide. His squeals of laughter brought smiles to all of the pool patrons but one. Cold blue eyes followed the happy child. The laughter grated on his nerves. He felt his anger rising. Oliver saw his father and stopped in his tracks. His face fell as his father silently voiced his disapproval. Oliver Seaton Trask lll stepped away from the pool, hoping no one would connect the once happy child to him.
Davina Carlisle Trask lay down on the massage table, feeling the strong hands of the masseur work his magic on her back. His hands traveled down her back, stopping at her surgically enhanced derrier. His left hand slipped between her thighs as his right hand continued kneading her taut lower back muscles. She was on her way to her own personal nirvana.
Life at St. Anthony's was nothing if not regimented. Vespers at 7am, breakfast at 7:30am, classes started at 8am. Lunch was served at 12pm sharp. Classes ended at 3pm followed by mandatory intra-mural sports . Dinner was at 5pm. While Oliver could have done without vespers and soccer, he enjoyed the rigid scheduling. He was a more than capable student, but classes bored him. There were no real challenges presented in the 7th grade. His mother and father expected academic excellence and that was the only area in which he didn't disappoint his father. Too bad Oliver Seaton Trask lll had no idea how easy school work came to his son. Oliver Seaton Trask lV would have loved to twist the imaginary knife in his father's back
Oliver read the postcard for the third time. His parents had traveled from Singapore to Jakarta and were now in Thailand. Business would keep them away until the New Year. Arrangements had been made for Oliver to stay with his maternal grandparents over the holiday season. More issues to talk about with his shrink. Dr. Emil Golding was a competent child psychologist and had been working with Oliver for nearly 8 years. The sessions were only as insightful as Oliver would allow them to be. Oliver had to hold back on the game during his time with the doctor. Oliver genuinely liked Dr.Golding, but he was not a worthy opponent. His fatal flaw was that he truly cared for his patients. Oliver did not have the heart to use that weakness against the doctor.
Not yet.
David and Julianna Carlisle were emotionally unreachable people. Decorum substituted for happiness. The only "pleasure" in their lives was the fact that Oliver's existence made their son-in-law miserable. But they enjoyed the boy's company. David Carlisle was grooming the boy to take over the family dynasty. He knew Oliver Seaton Trask lll had married Davina for a stake in the family's empire. What Oliver Seaton Trask lll didn't realize was that upon the deaths of the Carlisles, all their holdings would be held in trust for their grandson until his 35th birthday. Davina already had a large trust fund, courtesy of her mother's side of the family. She would never have to worry financially. Oliver Seaton Trask lll was given a job with the Carlisle Hotel chain overseeing all new projects. It was a position worthy of his talent. A position created the day he married Davina and was as real as the marriage vows he took. A meaningless position for a meaningless man.
He had served his purpose.
He sired an heir for them.
Young Oliver was a gifted student under his grandfather's tutelage. He watched how his grandfather dealt with subordinates. He learned that business came above all else. Life was merely another business deal. Money was god and the Carlisle Hotel empire was heaven's reward. From his grandmother he learned to never let his guard down, how to keep his emotions in check, hiding behind an icy resolve and to bury feelings that could be used against him. He learned the fine art of manipulation from both his parents and grandparents. From Natalie Bishop he eventually learned the heartache of unrequited love. Oliver Seaton Trask lV was the product of his environment.
The New Year's Day reunion between parents and son could be considered cordial at best. Oliver Seaton Trask lll barely acknowledged his namesake. It was only because he was in his in-laws house that he made any type of contact at all. Davina Carlisle Trask air kissed her son but allowed him to give her a momentary hug. Oliver looked at his mother. She looked feline. Instead of looking younger, her features had become cat like. Her eyes were now pulled upwards, her nose shortened. Her lips bore the evidence of collagen injections. Oliver used to think his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. Now that honour was held by a certain red-haired concierge.
Oliver managed to finish out the school year at St. Anthony's without being "asked" to leave. It was almost disappointing, knowing his father had one less thing to complain about. He had hoped to return to St. Anthony's in the fall and graduate from the 8th grade with actual classmates. Despite his best efforts to remain aloof and play the game, he let his loneliness get the better of him and he let his guard down slightly and befriended a couple of non-threatening students. His father proved Julianna Carlisle right when the woman taught Oliver not to let his guard down. Oliver Seaton Trask lV would not be graduating from St. Anthony's Academy.
The Trask family would be moving to Paris.
The game was on.
Oliver sat in the Carlisle private jet. His father talked incessantly on his cell phone. His sense of self-importance permeated the air. His mother was blissfully sampling from the Lear's well stocked bar. He did not want to leave his beloved Natalie.
He would be back.
He was 13 now. He didn't even make an appearance at this year's birthday party back in May. No one noticed. Now he was in Paris, in another school, refusing to do any work, refusing to speak the French language he was fluent in. It didn't matter anyway. He'd graduate, he'd move on to L'ecole St. Therese. The irony was not lost on him. The Trask family were devout aetheists, yet Oliver was attracted to the rituals found in the Catholic faith. Their repetitive nature soothed his soul. The words themselves meant nothing. They could either heal or hurt. They would slow his chaotic thoughts and allow him to plot his next move. Up until now the game was slow.
It would no longer be a battle of wills.
It had escalated to war.
Still own nothing but the grey matter between Oliver's ears. Well, I guess his parents and grandparents are mine, but by the time I'm done with them, do I really want them? Love you Josh. Thanks for playing along!
Chapter 2
"All the milk has turned"
St. Anthony's Academy was a dark, musty building. Oliver took in his surroundings as the Monseigneur gave him a tour of the school. The building had probably been around at least 5 years before God. It would do nicely. Oliver mentally arranged the chess pieces in his head. He was becoming a worthy opponent for his father. Soon the student would become the master.
All in good time.
The building was rich with icons. Saintly statues stood guard in the corridors. Graven images of a fair skinned, blue-eyed Jesus holding a lamb graced the walls. Eyes to follow his every move. Oliver would never have to be alone.
Oliver Seaton Trask lll and Davina Carlisle Trask were in Singapore while their son was getting settled in his new school. They had made sure that the tuition had been paid in full, funds were available for any out of pocket expenses Oliver would have or want, a limo and driver would be at the school Monday and Wednesday afternoons to take him back and forth to his therapy sessions and would return again Friday afternoon at 3pm to pick him up and deposit him in the Trask family penthouse for the weekends.
Davina Carlisle Trask sequestered herself in a luxurious suite of the Singapore Carlisle Hotel, recuperating from her latest "procedure". Oliver Sr. looked at his wife in disdain. If her face was pulled any tighter, the slightest twitch would cause her skin to tear. She had become a caricature of the woman whose money he'd fallen in love with.
While his wife enjoyed her self-imposed exile and the attention paid to her by the hotel staff, Oliver Seaton Trask lll was also enjoying all that Singapore had to offer. The business meetings went exceedingly well, his golf game was superb and his carnal desires were sated by an exquisite array of women. Some had been entertaining businessmen from the west for a number of years and some made their "debut" with him. It was the youngest ones that he took the most pleasure in. He enjoyed their fear, drained them of their innocence, leaving an empty shell for the rest of the vultures.
Oliver's room-mate was the first casualty in the game. Two days of non- stop staring by Oliver sent the boy packing. A pawn easily sacrificed. Oliver now had the room to himself. Privacy where none had existed. He settled back on his bed and closed his eyes.
Natalie chased Oliver down the water slide. His squeals of laughter brought smiles to all of the pool patrons but one. Cold blue eyes followed the happy child. The laughter grated on his nerves. He felt his anger rising. Oliver saw his father and stopped in his tracks. His face fell as his father silently voiced his disapproval. Oliver Seaton Trask lll stepped away from the pool, hoping no one would connect the once happy child to him.
Davina Carlisle Trask lay down on the massage table, feeling the strong hands of the masseur work his magic on her back. His hands traveled down her back, stopping at her surgically enhanced derrier. His left hand slipped between her thighs as his right hand continued kneading her taut lower back muscles. She was on her way to her own personal nirvana.
Life at St. Anthony's was nothing if not regimented. Vespers at 7am, breakfast at 7:30am, classes started at 8am. Lunch was served at 12pm sharp. Classes ended at 3pm followed by mandatory intra-mural sports . Dinner was at 5pm. While Oliver could have done without vespers and soccer, he enjoyed the rigid scheduling. He was a more than capable student, but classes bored him. There were no real challenges presented in the 7th grade. His mother and father expected academic excellence and that was the only area in which he didn't disappoint his father. Too bad Oliver Seaton Trask lll had no idea how easy school work came to his son. Oliver Seaton Trask lV would have loved to twist the imaginary knife in his father's back
Oliver read the postcard for the third time. His parents had traveled from Singapore to Jakarta and were now in Thailand. Business would keep them away until the New Year. Arrangements had been made for Oliver to stay with his maternal grandparents over the holiday season. More issues to talk about with his shrink. Dr. Emil Golding was a competent child psychologist and had been working with Oliver for nearly 8 years. The sessions were only as insightful as Oliver would allow them to be. Oliver had to hold back on the game during his time with the doctor. Oliver genuinely liked Dr.Golding, but he was not a worthy opponent. His fatal flaw was that he truly cared for his patients. Oliver did not have the heart to use that weakness against the doctor.
Not yet.
David and Julianna Carlisle were emotionally unreachable people. Decorum substituted for happiness. The only "pleasure" in their lives was the fact that Oliver's existence made their son-in-law miserable. But they enjoyed the boy's company. David Carlisle was grooming the boy to take over the family dynasty. He knew Oliver Seaton Trask lll had married Davina for a stake in the family's empire. What Oliver Seaton Trask lll didn't realize was that upon the deaths of the Carlisles, all their holdings would be held in trust for their grandson until his 35th birthday. Davina already had a large trust fund, courtesy of her mother's side of the family. She would never have to worry financially. Oliver Seaton Trask lll was given a job with the Carlisle Hotel chain overseeing all new projects. It was a position worthy of his talent. A position created the day he married Davina and was as real as the marriage vows he took. A meaningless position for a meaningless man.
He had served his purpose.
He sired an heir for them.
Young Oliver was a gifted student under his grandfather's tutelage. He watched how his grandfather dealt with subordinates. He learned that business came above all else. Life was merely another business deal. Money was god and the Carlisle Hotel empire was heaven's reward. From his grandmother he learned to never let his guard down, how to keep his emotions in check, hiding behind an icy resolve and to bury feelings that could be used against him. He learned the fine art of manipulation from both his parents and grandparents. From Natalie Bishop he eventually learned the heartache of unrequited love. Oliver Seaton Trask lV was the product of his environment.
The New Year's Day reunion between parents and son could be considered cordial at best. Oliver Seaton Trask lll barely acknowledged his namesake. It was only because he was in his in-laws house that he made any type of contact at all. Davina Carlisle Trask air kissed her son but allowed him to give her a momentary hug. Oliver looked at his mother. She looked feline. Instead of looking younger, her features had become cat like. Her eyes were now pulled upwards, her nose shortened. Her lips bore the evidence of collagen injections. Oliver used to think his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. Now that honour was held by a certain red-haired concierge.
Oliver managed to finish out the school year at St. Anthony's without being "asked" to leave. It was almost disappointing, knowing his father had one less thing to complain about. He had hoped to return to St. Anthony's in the fall and graduate from the 8th grade with actual classmates. Despite his best efforts to remain aloof and play the game, he let his loneliness get the better of him and he let his guard down slightly and befriended a couple of non-threatening students. His father proved Julianna Carlisle right when the woman taught Oliver not to let his guard down. Oliver Seaton Trask lV would not be graduating from St. Anthony's Academy.
The Trask family would be moving to Paris.
The game was on.
Oliver sat in the Carlisle private jet. His father talked incessantly on his cell phone. His sense of self-importance permeated the air. His mother was blissfully sampling from the Lear's well stocked bar. He did not want to leave his beloved Natalie.
He would be back.
He was 13 now. He didn't even make an appearance at this year's birthday party back in May. No one noticed. Now he was in Paris, in another school, refusing to do any work, refusing to speak the French language he was fluent in. It didn't matter anyway. He'd graduate, he'd move on to L'ecole St. Therese. The irony was not lost on him. The Trask family were devout aetheists, yet Oliver was attracted to the rituals found in the Catholic faith. Their repetitive nature soothed his soul. The words themselves meant nothing. They could either heal or hurt. They would slow his chaotic thoughts and allow him to plot his next move. Up until now the game was slow.
It would no longer be a battle of wills.
It had escalated to war.