Empirical Son FSOG Philophobia
Chp11 phobia est aurum fodiens vs Philophobia
Monday Morning. Gail POV
The tarp was worth it. From the mess, youngsters had an intense and enjoyable dessert and evening. Though, I wonder how the bed linen is? The mac n cheese is uneaten. Can make a crew casserole with it tonight. They are still abed. Called Andrea and let her know. Hearing Roz and Gwen waltz in laughing at the slackers sleeping in. Happy Christian is taking time off. We all worried about his over driven life before Anna. He's a good man, even if he doesn't see himself.
Now he is healthier emotional. To match his body. Since they sleep in; Jason led the security crew on a little light endurance test; Very easy, relaxing, ten-mile hill course. I can already hear the moans a groans and cuss words their return will herald. But At least Grey doesn't keep them sitting all day, or just wealthy ornaments to flaunt. Jason hated those job. His crew is doing real work, Keeping us safe.
When it was apparent Christian would not be running this morning. I gather the dishes, sweep the table. Clean it and gather up the tarp. Johnny in the security room, recovering from one of the crazies at Grey House stabbings him with a pen at the front desk, three weeks ago. Lifts the table so I can get the tarp out.
The Kitchen is in good shape. Starting the breakfast pastries, made yesterday into the oven. The crew will wolf them down. I bet pancakes and bacon for the kiddies. Prep the coffee and Hot pot for Anna's tea. I see a happy time coming to this house. Maybe if we are luck and pray hard, pitta-pater of small feet will happen soon. Happy days.
Two hours later:
Christian wanders in; as Jason brief's me on the day. Grey has a late night; Video conferences till nearly ten tonight with an Asia communication company buying a piece of one of our companies. He looks lost and unsure. He doesn't look happy; Now what did he do!
"I'll skip breakfast, Jason lets head into the office." He wanders out, sad and lonely. He has never to my knowledge has ever skipped a meal. This is serious. And we're their friends. We must fix this quickly. Before this snowballs into Armageddon.
As soon as the elevator door close, I rush into bed room. Finding Anna lounging in the seat next to the window, looking mad. Lost in pain and anger. Sitting next her. Letting her start. One thing I've learned about my girl, is she will speak when she has her thought's in order. Rushing her just gets confused and incomplete answers. Or worse questions that are cryptic and metaphoric. This could be awhile?
"Gail: Why does Christian think he can buy me?" Shit! I know this is a sore spot with her. She worries he will lump her with the ones before. She really only wants his time and attention. Everything else is irrelevant to her. This is her true inner self, the little girl who just wants to loved.
"Anna. What did he do?"
"He laid a black Amex card, and a five million slush-fund on me, for my personal use." Ok! He went overboard. I know why. He just doesn't have the background in relationships to see the tactful way to achieve his goals.
"You are his first Girlfriend, first serious relationship. He doesn't know how to make you happy and safe without these mistakes. He knows yesterday you were stressed about loaning Ray money. He wanted to make sure you never had to be stressed or worried about that again. He just doesn't understand you both see this from the wrong side."
"We're both seeing this wrong; How is that possible?"
"He sees this as making you comfortable, safe. You see it as buying you. It is about you both wanting to be equals in the relationship."
"How can it be equal, He's a frigging billionaire!"
"He has money stability. You have emotional stability. You have what the other lacks. Together you are stronger, whole." She seems to understand. Ok! Now for the earth-shaking truth they have been avoiding. "Money can't buy you. It never could. Nor are you a posy selling girl in the square. You are Viola, now didn't the Duke; do stupid things; just like her?"
"Yes. They both made mistakes. Misinterpreting things. OK?" I see the light in her eyes. Yes, she sees now that they have been dancing and both trying to lead. They need to be a couple and not worry about road. Just the journey!
"Now here's, what you do; make him take back the money, keep the AmEx. Use it as you wish, which I suspect is sparely. You're not a jewelry or cloth horse. Though I suspect kitchen stores or spice shops. Or possible a book shows? These will be stressing the cards limits." I smirk into her bright eyes, trying hard to not giggle like a school girl in gossip about the 'it' couple in school.
"OK! OK. Gail, you have me! I just want his time and attention?"
"From the messy this morning! I do not see how you don't have his 'Total Attention' and time. Now get dressed; I'll scrounge some food: then we are shopping for something to make Christian happy. An you Happier in his love."
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Gail pov
While Anna showers. I think about one of the friends in NYC, she was a sex therapist; I asked to explain Christians submissives. She gave me good advice and a contact number for a therapist out here. She also helped me get over my first husband's death and my re-ignited passion and love of Jason. Texting her about an emergency appointment this morning. Anna need advice, and tips from someone not so close and invested in her and Christian.
What else should I do right now? I call Welch, updating him. He laughs. "What!"
"I checked some of the story Anna told you about Ft. Bragg. She left some things out. One, Carla May Wilks Steele was investigated eight time for neglect of Anna before she left during Anna's second grade. Ray took a training slot, to be home more. She was kicked out of dependent housing, so they moved off post, during Anna's first grade. She returns when Anna was in the fifth grade. Started divorce and took Anna."
"Coronel, Doctor of Psychology, George Wright IV: Head of the Special Warfare Center, Psych-Op Center. His wife, Doctor of American Literature, Head Librarian of the Special Warfare Center's Technical Library. His father General nominee George Wright VIII. Four doctorates in Game Theory at nineteen, Psychology at twenty, History of Irregular Warfare at thirty, and Sociology at forty. Taught at the War College (Kansa), Post Naval College in California, and West Point. Crippled in the early hours of the Panama invasion."
"The Coronel and his wife never had children. She died in a Kansa tornado teaching at the junior college; Anna's senior year in high school. Wasn't much left after distance cousins raided the estate."
"Anna's had advance college tutoring since grade school. I checked with her Principle in Montesano, she tested at thirteen to be a junior in college. Her IQ is near identical to Christian's 176. She maxed out her SAT at fourteen, sixteen and eighteen. All years they wanted her to convert to university. She had four scholarships in WSU; could have got a full ride in Yale. But refused to move so far from Ray. Her college in WSU Vancouver; they only listed the completed major, English literature."
I get a text from my New York friend. Appointment at ten this morning, 140 Lakeside Ave suite 2-D with Dr. Lena Palmgren, Psychologist. Good?
"She is half a year from BA's in publishing, Game theory, and a semester and half for a Doctorate of Library Science. She and Madison took summer semesters, Spring Break Credit seminars, and Winter Break self-study; all four-year. Madsion is nearly finished her journalism BA, one half a year to a Publishing BA, and one year to an Information technology BA. These girls are smart, solid, and well rounded." Welch explains. I hear Anna walking down the hall. "Welch talk later." Hide the phone and grab the milk out of the frig for her tea and granola and yogurt.
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11:59:59 Grey House. Twentieth floor. Executive reception area.
We walk in. Looking about this is so different than last week. The colorful rugs, soft plants and very beautiful original and prints on the walls. Much more an expression of Christian and Roz. Much more soothing and disarming to the enemies and beggars of patronage. The staff should look calm and collected. But that may be tomorrow.
Today? Andrea looks like she was wrestling a bear. Lewis rises from his desk, looking like a bulldozer ran him over, backed up and tried a dozen more times. Olive is nowhere to be seen. Phrenzy-ed Roz nearly rushes us at the elevator; Dishevel Gwen walks out of Roz office looking tense and confused. Seeing us she deflates. "About time you got here. What happened!"
Christian stomps out of his office in a full-on thermonuclear melt down screech about something. He has torn his shirt from scream-flexing like the Hulk. Seeing us. The papers in his hands flutter to the floor. He is stone stilled and locked in Anna orbit. I could almost pity the poor boy. But he needs to learn and learn damn fast.
"Chris; Andrea, remove the money in the slush-fund account. I'm keeping the AmEx card for incidentals. (She walks to him, looking into his eyes.) We will discuss a reasonable allowance or pay scale. Don't do it again. Now I did buy something this morning on the card. Come along." She purrs softly and intense. (Grabbing his tie) lead him back into his office. Closing the door.
a-pov
Sliding him into his desk seat. I hand him are new couple's relationship coupons book. He looks mad. "Scan thru them while I change." Walking towards the ensuite. "Lock the door"
Walking out wearing the nipple clamps and nothing else. He looks like a heart attack. "I'm not sure, I have them on right. Could you check?" I say sitting on his lap. He uses his tongue to check the fit. Oh Heaven.
That hour spent with a sex therapist and hour in the high-end expensive adult store. The nipple clamps are semi-precious stones on gold chain; twenty-five thousand dollars. The most money I have ever spent. But from his mouth, damn it was worth every dollar! Picking me up he carries me to the couch and loses his cloths. My satyr, I scream his name and make him forget the bad of this morning.
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one hours before Gail-pov
We meander thru the small custom sex shop for the rich. The sex therapist gave us the address and reference to get in. The Gentleman, Victor, running the shop is at least sixty if not older. Grandfatherly, and very aware of Anna innocents. I suspect the therapist called and clued him in. He's taking a simple soft sell and steering Anna to the tamer sections. Letting her explore and guiding her to less frightening things.
Anna seems lost at first, then interested in the role-playing outfits. Being a Trekkie makes her vulnerable to costumes and roleplaying. She gets three right off the bat; The Victorian Steampunk Librarian might just burn Escala down. If not just causing noise complaints from SeaTac. They debate couple other. The Old guy suggest Little Red Riding Hood and Naughty Seahawks Cheerleader. He has several different teams and can get any others made. Anna adds both. I quietly get Jason's Colts team outfit. Surprise him when the season starts. Maybe steer Madison to a cheerleader outfit and the girls can do a game watch party?
Anna stops at a jewelry display, moving over to her. I'm not sure the Butt Plugs or Labia Clamp are for her. "Mr. Victor? Do these hurt a lot?"
He walks over, looking concerned. "Which my Dear?"
"These, the long jeweled one" Thank God, she points to set of three jeweled nipple clamps. None with the aggressive toothed clamps. Mores slave girl than hardcore submissive.
"No, My Dear; the weight takes some getting used to. But mores sensual."
"Gail?"
"They will light him up. And they don't hurt too much."
"Have you?" The mother daughter vibe is heavy on the question. Honesty is what she needs now. "Yes, I have plain silver, doubles as a neckless with matching ear rings. Jason bought them in Europe last winter."
"Ah that was sweet of him."
"Yes, sweetly self-serving. Knowing how they would light him up."
"Do they have matching ear rings?" she asks the Victor.
"No, My Dear; But I can have the artist make a custom set. (Victor steps back; taking her all in. Raising eyebrows) Make themmmm, blue themed I think: Sapphires that would match your eyes."
"How much?"
"Anna? We agreed that you would not ask the price. Spent on what you want. This is for you and Christian." I smirk holding her hand.
"OK! Let's do this. Did you find anything Gail" Anna asks. The deal was if she bought stuff; I would buy something her treat. And the Spice Shop this afternoon or tomorrow afternoon.
"Yes, the Camo, Cheerleader and the Barmaid outfits."
"Wicked mother. You rule." She speaks. Scared the bejeezus out of me. Calling me mother. I so get the feeling. So, feels right. But still a little early to take on the mantle. From Her background report, Carla is never getting back in her life. Not if the Sisterhood of Grey House having anything to say and do about it.
"We rule; men Drool!" We all laugh even Victor. He runs up the charges, hit the AmEx, reminding Anna the artist would email a preliminary sketch for her approval. We head off, in the car head to Grey House: In the SUV, Anna sneaks the recipes. "Twenty Thousand dollar!"
"Anna?"
"OK? Let me breath. I've never spent so much money. AHHH! The whole thing is almost a hundred grand. Breathe. Breath Anatasia. CAN WE TAKE THIS STUFF BACK?" Anna stresses. I think her birth mother freewheeling ways has damaged her, a fear of being in debt and poverty. We will work on these issues, slowly getting her balanced.
"NO! Anna you are a strong woman with a very rich boyfriend. Is any of the things in the bag for you?"
"No, but?"
"Christian can afford this. He will love the outfits and jewels. And the most expense item is the custom Saphire set. Ear rings, neckless and nipple clamps. So, half the stuff you can wear outside. Calm down. Most woman with Christian would have been in the near million-dollar range on the card by now."
"Did the submissive get a black AmEx?"
"No, they got a card limiting them to hundred grand period. Most maxed it out the first shopping trip. You are not a submissive. Not in a sex contract with Chris. You are in a relationship. Now go home and sulk or 'Office' and tease?"
"Ah? Office. I just don't want him thinking, I'm like the others?" Anna says, but I get the real words in her mind. 'Not like her mother, Carla'.
"Anna? You are so far ahead of anyone he's ever known. To quote Jason 'they'd couldn't have touched you with a Howitzer.' (she laughs at my nearly perfect Jason 's slow drawling speak) You can touch him, hold him and when your down. He will do anything to make you bright and shiny again. An you would do the same for him. So, relax and plan the dinner menu Thursday night, Ala Amor!"
That seems to calm her and she starts tapping her iPad for a items list. I see fish and Scallops. Good keep her mind on something and don't let her fears spiral her into bad decisions and thoughts. "We may need to double the flour and sugar if you keep baking." I found her secret stress management go-to; Baking.
Pulling up to Grey House. I sent the car home with most of the purchases. The bottle of scented oral gel is burning a hole in my purse. Jason meets us in the lobby. He looks stressed.
Once Anna takes Christian into his office. The herd surrounds me. Demanding answers. Quickly Gwen and Roz understand; having had this conversation in their relationship. Andrea gets it to. "Anna has a chip on her shoulder about having to earned everything. Christian just wants to care and ease her path." Andrea says in retrospect.
Roz holding Gwen, smiles as the muffled scream echo into the reception. "Andrea I though we fixed that?"
"No. They are due tonight. Hopefully the added sound proofing will work on both offices." Andrea laughs as Roz and Gwen heads to her office.
"Jason, I need a moment. Andrea, conference room seven open?"
"Yes, for the next hour. I'll book you in. subject?"
"Senior Staff Endurance Evaluation; turn the cameras off." I grab Jason tie and head down the hall. "Oh, blow the man down, give me some time to blow the man down! As I was a walking down Paradise Street Way aye blow my man, A handsome young sergeant, I chanced for to meet. Give me some time to blow that man, down, down!"
Conference room seven has ensuite and doubles as overnight or nap room. With a very comfortable sectional sofa. Sheets and pillows in the cabinet next to the bathroom. Walking in, I release him, putting my purse on the table and taking out the watermelon flavored gel. Placing it on the side tables. Take the sheets and cover the sectional.
Jason locks the door and pushes couple chairs against it. removing his jacket and weapon holster. Looking intensely at the bottle. He breaks out in a sweat. As I; Removing my blouse, bra, and skirt, sexy siren am I; sitting on the sofa in just my soft red lace panties. "Stand at attention soldier over here (pointing in front of me) Present your weapon." He dashes over losing his pants and underwear. "YES MAMM!" Starting with my hands on my favorite toy.
"Get that smile on your face soldier. This is going to test your endurance to tongue lashing and suction stimulations. I hope you appreciate that I'm: taking the time to personally, validity, this test. Very big MMMMMMMMM, and very juice, MMMMMM! Test." Smiling up to him, humming a happy tune.