Wow...that got some reactions...lol. Thank you to the new folks that came out and reviewed and alerted me! Um...have one more surprise...
~24~
When he had cleaned me, he sat back on his heels, eyes on the ground.
I tucked my spent dick back into my pants, extracted my wallet and dropped the bills on the nightstand.
I left without a word.
I didn't know his name, he didn't know mine.
Only Mr. McCarty, who ran the brothel with his wife, knew who I was.
Discretion was of utmost importance in my business dealings with him and he understood this.
I paid his whores well, plus he got a little extra on top.
Everybody was happy.
Except me.
I was tired of living the lie.
Tired of my life being one huge scam that threatened to hurt those I cared about should my preferences be discovered.
I climbed into my private plane and ran my checks as I started the engine.
Climbing through the clouds, heading back to the island, it struck me just how very tired I was.
Once I was over open water, I pointed the nose of the plane down and turned off the engine.
She would be well taken care of...she was my sole heir after all.
*gonna go hide now*