TOT Part IIa - Fiona Alternative (2)

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Fiona Alternative (c)2018

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I came to my senses, slouching in white soft leather seats of a luxury car. My field of view was onscured by long honey blonde hair, a shade or two lighter than my Melissa hair. I straightened out and noticed a woman in a fuchsia colored  skirt suit sitting next to me. She was attractive in a stern kind of way, with a short ashblonde hair do, expensive looking ear rings. I guessed her to be about sixty years old. "Ah you are awake, welcome to Vermont, Fiona Rockford. I am Nancy Farnsworth, I am the mother of Mildred Farnsworth and to the world I am your grandmother." She held out a crystal glass tumbler with ice cubes and water."Waking up from that long sleep must make you feel groggy and overwhelmed with everything. Here drink a sip and take everything as slow as you like." I did felt parched and took a sip."I am Fiona Rockford?" "Yes indeed. Maybe I simply get started to fill you in." "That would be great." I was dressed in a dark blue school uniform, with a pleaded skirt, white blouse and white stockings. She had a faint smile in her face."You are Fiona Rockford, Melissa Barkleys young cousin. Your father is the brother to Richard Rockford, Tiberius Rockford, the IIIrd. He was the youngest brother of Richard Rockford. He died in Afghanistan during a Special Ops mission. he left you Argon Oil. A company your grandfather bought to give each of his sons an equal start. Your mother, Mildred Farnsworth, was the heir to the Farnsworth billions,  one of the oldest and richest families of the United States. She died when you were only five during a botched burglary." "I remember reading about  that. That is awful." I said not knowing what else to say. She sighed. "Yes it was." "Anyway, I am a very good friend of Lady Victoria and we are also almost like family. She was married to Eugene Farnsworth of the European branch of the Farnsworth famyly and she also married Richard Rockford as you know and my sister was married to Tiberius. In the circle I am an Elder and the Silver Queen. I watched you and learned how close you became with Victoria. The real Fiona died three years ago committing suicide in Swizerland. I asked your mother to grant me this wish to resurrect Fiona with you so to speak.It gives you a real identity, it gives me the pleasure to have a grand daughter again." I swallowed."I know nothing of her personality. I certainly would not want to taint her memory or cause you pain." She put her hand on my knee."No I want you to be Fiona however you fill this name and identity with life. She was a troubled mind and reclusive and I am not good with children. I never really knew her.But I regret that and wanted to make amends." She sighed. "I kept her death a secret from everyone, mostly of course because of Marsha Rockford." "Who is she?" I asked. The chauffeur driven limousine was still on the freeway and it was getting dark outside. She is the first wife of your father Tiberius. It was a very short marriage with prenuptials and all that. Marsha and Tiberius were high school sweethearts but became bitter enemies. Marsha is of a no name common family and saw her golden ticket in Tiberius. He wanted to be nothing else but a Marine. Anyhow they divorced within the same year and she got nothing, but with Melanie dead and Fiona gone there is a prenuptial clause that would make her eligible." "Will I meet her?" "Oh no.She lives in Texas and we are in Vermont. "Now let me explain you a little about your situation. You are Fiona Rockford, you just turned sixteen years old and you have been educated in private schools and the finest prep schools so far. You have been to Swizerland just like your older self. Currently I am managing your inheritance, but you will atain full control the second your are eighteen." She gestured out the window. "We are on our way to Springfield, a town with a population of about twenty thousand. In American terms it is a small and very old town with much history. There are very rich and old families  with long traditions. But the majority of the population is poor and the unemployment numbers are high. The largest employer, Westing Generators has declared bankrupcy two years ago causing a serious ripple effect to the local economy. While there are still some manufacturers like Miller Aluminum and Wilkard Silicone and there are signs of recovery, the overall situation is still serious." I kept listening. She laughed ."You are a sixteen year old to the world and you can not smoke or drink in public, you are very welcome to do so in private." I gave her a thankful nod and opened the small purse I noticed next to me. I found my cigarettes I lit a cigarette and took a sip from the water. She shook her head."You are absolutley gorgeous. I still can't believe it how cute you look." She pointed at my cigarettes and said."Even the pack is elegant, VRs? Your own brand?" "Yes mother has them made for me, they look like elegant lady cigarettes but it is actually just regular Camel tobbaco." I gestured for her to try one and she lit it, inhaled and nodded."Yes I could get used to them. Much better than the usual super light stuff they brand for women. You don't mind if I ask your mother for more?" "No not at all." She gestured at a sign we just passed. "We will be home in less than fourty minutes now. Let then continue to get you informed." She took another drag and said."You are the sole heir to the Farnsworth billions. We are the oldest and richest family in the United States. I know it won't compare to what Victoria and the Barkleys accumulated in over three thousand years or so, but in terms of worldly fortunes we are second to no one else on this continent. My husband, the late Archibald Farnsworth was the last male of this old American dynasty. I was born as Nancy Carrington, also a very old and very wealthy family and we will have time in the coming weeks and month to get you more details on your extended family so to speak.I am, like your mother a working woman and I am the president and CEO of Carrington Funds Corp. The largest financial services and holding corporation in the world. We specialize in hedgefunds, insolvency management, toxic stock situations and hostile take overs." I leaned back."A business not without risks, I imagine." "Very astude indeed. The business is very legal, but banks on the misfortune and misery of others. I am called the Cobra of the business world but I learned and I am still learning from your mother, compard to her I am a little garter snake.  The Barkley empire has a sizeable stake in Carrington. Victoria told me that you, or more precisely Melissa is a very astude and informed businesswoman." "I am just at the very beginning of learning the very basics of business." "Where would you invest, with a high but calculable risk with a great earnings potential?" I tugged at my skirt."Greek toxic loans. They are gambling with Grexit, but Germany and France will bail them out. The second the IMF guartantees the solvency for another five years or so, sell them. I imagine a gain of fifty to sixty percent on every Euro spent. Use the profit to buy Lithium and Kadmium. I predict these commodities will continue to increase in value." She gave me a side look."Why was I so blind when you were at the farm. If I only seen what Victoria saw right away in you." She sipped on her drink and then said."While Boston, Massachusetts is the traditional home of the Farnsworths and Farnsworth Manor is our home there. I know I seen Barkley manor, but here in America, it is one of the oldest and certainly the biggest residence. However I came  to Springfield to oversee the business of Coast Energy insolvency. A very large electricity producer that is in receivership. You came to honor the will of our deceased father for you to spend the last years of high school in a public school. While he was the son of a multi billionaire he had both feet on the ground so to speak and wanted his daughter to know it as well. While you will go home to Texas inofficially for the first time during school breaks, you going to spend a school year at the Springfield Washington High." "And this is the school uniform?" "No, this is a New York private boarding school girls uniform. Officially this was your last school, before transferring here. The local school does not use school uniforms, but I thought you should at least wear one once just for the experience of it. Besides only me and a special maid will know your intimate secrets. To the world and to everyone you are indeed Fiona and we are officially coming home." "I do like the look." "I am glad you do. So for the most part all this  is just to give you the chance to be a teenage girl and experience it. There is a challenge however, a task if you will and it is for you to find out what it is and do something about it. You are also the richest teenager in the world and it is up to you how much you want to reveal.You still going to be very, very rich and I doubt your origin and identity will remain a secret for very long. This is a small community. "Maybe I don't keep it a secret from the start?" Also you look like every teenage boys dream, unfortunatley also every perverts and every kidnappers dream target. Outside of Texas you aren't old enough to carry a firearm, but  you are a girl becoming a woman, meaning you can taser and pepperspray any creep. Not that will do you much good against professional criminals. "I only pretend to be a girl, I can hold myself." "Your mother said you are very dangerous. Still she is worried, so be careful and stay alert. Despite all the emancipation, women and girls are still preyed on." "I understand this is part of the Circle's for doing what they do, right?" "Oh yes, this is very much the core." "Maybe I should approach this the Clark Kent way." "Who is he?" "A ficticious character. He is the mild mannerd alter ego of Superman. I present Fiona  and create a second alter ego using my middle name Alice. I think Alice will be the rich schoolgirl heir and Fiona Rockford, the girl next door. Well or something along these lines." She smiled."You get a handle on things for sure." The limo was now leaving the freeway and merged onto a busy highway. She took another cigarette."These are really good." I gave her a light and she said."Anyway, the school is not quite a big city school and you have a strange mix of rich and poor kids. School officially started on Thursday. It is Thursday night now and your first schoolday is Monday." "Well gives me three days I guess to explore my surroundings and get into the role." Shortly we rolled through the evening traffic of an all American town. It seemed big enough to have the usual big box stores, such as Walmart, a nice little well kept down town district. There was a park with trees and the usual War veterans memorial. The traffic consisted equally of cars, trucks and SUVs. Looking at the people out and about I gathered it was a warm evening. Women wore light cardigans and men were for the most part casual and in T shirts and jeans. But there were also expensive cars. chauffeur driven limousines and very upscale venues. The woman that had introduced herself as my grandmother, pointed at a very modern tall business and office complex in sparkling glass and warm lights."This is the new Carrington office and the place I work. On the top is my penthouse and this is where I will stay when I am not at the mansion. That stone building across the street, is the old Carrington building. Still the traditional headquarters. The Carringtons own much around these parts." We had left the actual town behind us and were in an old looking neighborhood, withb stately villas. The traffic now included late cadillacs, mercedes and BMWs. We passed a rolls and a Porsche. Then we stopped at a big black iron wrought gate. The stone pillars on each side were topped by Lions. High on a pole a CCTV camera was turning towards us and the gates swung open. After a drive of about a mile along a tree lined drive way we arrived at an impressive colonial villa of tremendous size. The place was lit with many golden gleaming lights. Nancy with an undertone of pride said."Behold, Carrington Hall. The traditional home of my family and your new home." I had been brought up in a normal house, had been homeless and stayed in condemed buildings and the manor was very impressive I had to agree, but deep down I realized I was ruined forever, I not only seen Barkley manor but I called it home. I didn't let it show however and said."It is very impressive indeed!" She smiled. "Your Farnsworth mansion is twice that and as I said I have seen Barkley manor, but yes it is one of the oldest. It's walls contain many treasures, many legends and many secrets." The chauffeur had pulled up before the main entrance and opened the rear door for us. Nancy said."When I said, this is your home Fiona. I really meant it. It belongs to you title and all. You can remodel, redecorate it, tear it down, build new, add on at your hearts content." "I don't think I am going to tear down your birth home." "I was serious though. There is a helicopter, a boat house with several types of boats on the river side. There is a yacht in the marina and a beach house at the coast estate. This house sits on an eighty acre estate, but beyond the west wall begins C&F Farms and the largest continuous owner land in the state. With forestry, dairy farm operations, fields for grain, potatoes, sugar beets, plantations for apples, pears, cherries and so forth. There is also a private air strip and hangar. A Chessna Citation III and a few smaller planes are there for you as well. Nancy spread her arms as we approached the main door."Carrington & Farnsworth Farms is over 88,000 acres. I know not very big for a Barkley or a Texan girl but it is prime farm land and timber. The C&F estate is a major agricultural operation and part of the R&F Farms Corporation." A female domestic opened the doors and greeted us. "Welcome home, mylady and welcome to Carrington Halls. Miss Fiona." "It is good to see these walls once more Irma." A maid in maids dress behind the older female butler  took Nancy's jacket and gloves and the female butler woman guided us through a entrance hall of gleaming marble, teak wood, stained glass and polished brass. There was art work in form of paintings, chiefly a Chagal. There were Afghan and oriental carpets, a collection of muzzle loaders. Nancy said."Irma take Fiona up stairs and show her her rooms. Then maybe introduce her to Yoko." The servant woman took me to an open cage elevator," I am Irma your chief house keeper and personal maid." She was well developed and just on the short side of being overweight. I guessed her a dress size 16. She looked like a  younger version of Miss Marple. She smirked. "I can be trusted. I am a member of the Circle and I know Lady Victoria your mother well. I spend the last week speaking with Yvonne to make sure I serve you the way you want to be served." I simply nodded. "I know of your secret. You wearing a new version of your suit and as before you can only take it off by actually cutting it. You can safely wear it in water and for month on end. Your chest size has been adjusted of course. The hair is currently very long and unstyled as we decided to let you choose your hair style and Yoko your personal make up artist and stylist will cut it any way you like. Think of me as Yvonne." "Okay." "Why don't we start with your rooms?" She let me into a pastel colored suite of rooms, it was spaceous and feminie girlish. In the bed room was a satin sheet and lace pillow bed, with a few stuffed animals, a black phanter, a crow and a black horse. The bed was big and could be described as Barbie's dream bed. There was a white shelf with horse miniatures, another holding sports trophies. A third held a colletion of Barbie dolls, some still in the boxes. A desk with an alienware desktop computer. A filigrane flimsical chair and small table made of white ornamental steel wire, with a lace table cover and a vase holding a bunch of white Lilies. A huge white wicker chair with a slouched human sized teddy bear sitting in it wearing a large brimmed white sun hat. There was the Cowgirl outfit in a glass show case and I was certain that the rhinestones were actually diamonds. Two pearl handled colt peacemakers, white buckskin gauntlet gloves and a stetson. It was almost identical to the one in the mansion. There was an antique tailors form wearing a sexy red dirndl. The walls were pastel pink, the ceiling pastel blue. There were three doors, one with a tall mirror standing half open apparently leading into the walk in closet. I peaked under my blouse small but perky breasts. I guessed an B cup. I  saw my reflection for the first time. I instantly fell in love with my own image. I was tall, athletic. My face was on the verge between child and woman. I definite saw the familarities, this is how my Melissa identity would have looked at this age. My hair was long and reached all the way to my hip. I had large eyes, a perfect flawless make up free complexion of an utterly healthy teenager. shimmering lips, small ears and a nose that begged to be kissed. Melissa was a goddess, Fiona was a princess." Irma said."You are the richest teenager in the world and because of this, the bed will slide into a safe room if you twist this metal bar of the head board. You can reverse it the same way or escape the safe room via a small elevator into the basement. The teddy bear is, as by your mother's request, not just a plush animal but a wearable costume. The guns inside the bullet proof cowgirl show case are real and loaded. She had me follow her into a spaceous and mostly empty walk in closet. There was only very basic wardrobe and a chest of drawers with underwear and accessories. She explained. "We decided to let you fill it up with fashion you like. Like Yvonne I will make sure whatever you mark in a fashion magazine or TV program will be here as soon as possible. You can of course order anything you want from the internet and go shopping. New York or any other big city is only a private jet flight away." The maid walked to the back of the closet and asked me to press my thumb against the frame of a large mirror.The mirror slid asside and revealed a second closet. "Your mask room." It was substantially smaller than the one at the mansion and had a small but nice selection of masks, costumes, accessories and wigs. A rack inside the mask room was filled with handguns, tasers, and knives. "Yvonne has sent us these things. Your mother insisted and said you an expert with firearms, but you are sixteen and you can not carry outside of Texas." "I understand." "But you are a girl becoming a woman, meaning you can taser and pepperspray any creep. I am sure Nancy mentioned that." "She did and I told her that I only pretend to be a girl, I can hold myself." "Let's hope you don't have to." She then showed me the adjourning bath room, a dream of marble, brass and mirrors, pyramids of fluffy terry towels. Sinks, showers a big tub  and a walk in basin the size of a small swimming pool, complete with simulated waterfall. After the bathroom we went back into a red carpeted long hallway of a statley manor, with high double doors,with expensive furniture and art. There were several doors and a stair case further down the hall. Irma opened the door right across my bed room revealing a lush and professional hair and make up studio with a large mirror dresser, a make up chair and an petite asian woman standing next to the chair wearing a chinese collared schmock. She bowed slightly."I am Yoko, your make up artist and stylist." I said in Japanese."Nice to meet you Yoko. I assuming you are Japanese by the name, I hope I did not offend." She smiled delighted."Oh I did not know you speak Japanese this perfectly." Irma blinked."And I have no idea what you two just said. Yoko is here for you, she is an acomplished make up artist, wig maker and stylist. She knows of your situation and will now help you get the cut you like and help you get dressed." --""-- Yoko had given me what I called a Gwenn Stacy hair cut. Straight past my shoulders with bangs to my eyebrows. The make up she put on was a barely there kind with fine expressive eye liner, mascara that enhanced my new long lashes and a fine rosy lipstick with gloss. I was wearing a beige turtle neck and a checkered miniskirt also in earthen colors, black nylon hose and heeled kneehigh croc leather boots from Armani. A Patteck Phillipe on my wrist.Diamond Ear stickers and a charm bracelet with platinium animals, ravens, phanters and horses. Smelling of perfumed soaps and a trailing a scent of Shalimar. Irmatook me to the middle of the corridor where it widened in an oval shape, both sides had railings. to the left two curving marble staircases leading down into an impressiv entry hall. Of course not even close to the grandeur of the main hall of Barkley manor. The woman that introduced herself as my grandmother was standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Good lord you are the epitome of cute and utterly beautiful. I was skeptical and almost did not believe your mother, when she said you are indeed female. You move with the grace of a young woman indeed." I lowered my lashed and demourly folded my hands before my lap. "Thank you, Ma'am." "Oh have mercy, you are a natural." She gestured towards the rear of the hall."Why don't you join me in the ladies salon. I have beverages and snacks served and we talk a little and get know each other more." "Why not, Grandmother?" She led the way into a smaller luxurious salon, with a fire place. It had a distinct feminine character in decor and furnishings. She asked me to sit by a low table in a red upholstered, compfort chair and did the same across me. A balding man in striped vest appeared, wearing white gloves and carrying a silver tray."Mylady summoned me?" "Yes John, this is my grand daughter Fiona, she will stay with us for a while. Please bring us some refreshments and an ashtray, please." "Very well, Mylady. What may I serve?" "A spot of your good tea would be perfect, and butter scotch cookies and whatever my grand daughter would like." He turned to me ."We anticipated your arrival, Lady Fiona. We stocked Perrier, Prodomo Caffee and Tropicana orange juice. We were also successful in obtaining a supply of limeaid." "A glass of limeade then." Nancy rested an arm on the upholstered arm rest, crossed her legs and leaned back looking at me."I simply can't get enough looking at you." She waved her hand."Go ahead smoke. This is your home and not the public." I lit another cigarette, when the butler brought the refreshments on a small cart and served. She took a sip of her tea cup, served in a nice procelain cup she said."Perfect, John. Perfect as always." She then nibbled at a rectangular cookie thing and closed her eyes for a moment. "These butter scotch short breads going to be my downfall eventually. do try one if you like." While I reached for one she said. "while perhaps not as complete as the Barkleys, the Carrington's own very much of virtually everything in this county and the state. Buildings, businesses, Forrests, real estate, lakes, a large sea food processing plant at the coast. That you are my grand daughter will not stay a secret very long and you be the most envied, the most hated and most courted girl in town." She spread her arms."I know that might not be the best set up, but there is a challenge." "I understand. I have to remind you that I am not actually sixteen years old and only pretending. That this is a challenge was clear to me when it was explained to me at the circle. I am Fiona to the world, Nancy and I will do my very best to satisfy your challenge, but make no mistake underneath it all I am first and foremost Melissa Barkley." She had lost some of her aloft undertone and her face reflected that."Yes, Victoria made that very clear and I begin to sense her steel in you. She didn't find you, you found each other that is certain." She looked at her wristwatch and said."It is nine fourty now. We will have a tour of the estate tomorrow if you like. And if you are not too tired, we could go to the Atlantic Shore restaurant. It serves excellent fish and I think the steaks are decent too." "No, Grandmother I am not too tired. I have no idea how long I slept, but I am certain it was more than eight hours." She laughed."Indeed, it was a tad more. Seventy two hours or almost three days." She rang a little silver bell and the butler more or less materialized right away. "You rang, Milady?" "Yes John, my grand daughter and I decided to have dinner at the Atlantic Shore. Please inform them and let Ike know to ready the helicopter." "Very well, Mylady." "You are absolutley perfect as you are, but it is an upscale restaurant and if you want you can change. I am not sure there are many choices for you, but then that might be a bon as girls and young women tend to fuzz about what to wear." "I try to keep my decision making as short as possible then." "Can you make it in twenty minutes?" "Yes, Grandmother." "Splendid. Let's meet at ten latest in the hall." I went up to my rooms and friend was stirring in my mind."Hi Mistress." "Oh hi Friend. You are back online so to speak." "I am never offline and always monitor you. By now you know I can't reveal who or what I am to you. I should not even have contact with you until much later in this...well this process. While the process restricts me from revealing to you much of the things you want to know, I have long ceased to be impartial and already decided that you are my mistress. So enough for that for now. What can I do you for?" "A short sexy mini dress, you know the kind that is cut like a little girls dress with an empire bust line and a flaring skirt that looks long but is actually very short." "I can see your mental image now." It was the first time I saw the process in the mirror. It was almost instantaneous. My current outfit morphed into the new. It was a very fast process. My hair was now teased into pigtails, with black velvet bow ties, The mini dress had a very demour neckline, but no sleeves.. I did wear very short satin bow tie decorated gloves. The top of my black overknee stockings and the back of my dress featured the same black bow ties. On my feet I wore black sling backs with three inch heels. My small clutch, black velvet and a platinium clasp, contained the basics and a 44 magnum Derringer. Friend said."Even when I can't directly interact with you I will always provide you with what you need and also remove whatever needs to be removed when neccessary." "That is good to know. I don't want to end up in county jail for carrying concealed as a minor in a super democrate state like Vermont." He silently laughed in my head."No worries, Mistress. I can provide you with every weapon known from a flint axe to rail road artillery. From spear to laser weapon. The knowledge and skills to use them you already got. Of course I can also remove them or make them invisible." "You are a Friend with scary talents and powers indeed." "Not as scary as my mistress who wields them." He also conjured a short summer shift made of a glittery black chiffon material. A few moments later I stepped out in the hall. I realized I had spend less than ten minutes to get ready and I was sure Nancy was not ready yet. So I spritzed a little Shalimar Midnight on my arms and behind my ears. Checked my diamond jewelry and not because it was neccessary but because I loved doing it, checked my lipstick and reapplied a little. Oh gosh I loved being female and appearing like this to the world. Nancy clapped her hands."By the gods. You are a goddess, I never seen such a tempting Lolita." I turned. She was wearing a  black lace and taft dress, black hose and a satin stole. She had her silvery hair in a noose and wore a nice collier of white gold and diamonds. She looked at mine. "Good heavens, Victoria really sent along some impressive baubles, but then I must admit I expected nothing less." --""-- The helicopter, a modern Bell Executive took us aboard and the turbines started a moment later and the bird took off into the warm August evening. The sun would not reall Springfield became a carpet of lights as we gained altitude. "Lady Victoria told me Melissa is quite the helicopter pilot yourself. You know I am sure Tiberius let his daughter behind the stick, supervised of course. Maybe you want to take the stick tomorrow when we check out the surroundings by day light." "Yes I would like that." The helicopter, was less than ten minutes in the air as we reachyed the Atlantic coast. I could see the waves rolling against a rugged shore and there atop a cliff, was an extensive building complex with a large golden lit window and glass facade facing the ocean. The parking lot was filled with expensive cars and limousines. We were the only ones however arriving with helicopter. She made me wait till the rotor had stopped whipping up a hurricane and pointed to her hair. I nodded."I know." She offered me her arm, just as mother and said."I know this is a privilege, but for this I hope you endulge me." I did. We were greeted by a man in tux right at the boarding steps. "Good evening Ms. Farnsworth. We are so thrilled and privileged that you decided to have dinner with us." Nancy said." Very good Percy. Now please lead the way for my grand daughter." Nancy leaned close to my ear."Victoria told me how utterly Barkley arrogant you can be. I know you are not Melissa, but I would love you to show me if you can." I whispered back."Serious?" "Oh yes!" The man gushed as he held the doors open."You do look spectacular, Ms. Farnsworth and I can n0t even begin find adequate words to compliment your lovley grand daughter." I looked him down my nose, while I was certain I could not radiate the same aura as I could as Melissa. I did note a pearl of sweat appear on his brow. "Lead the way then as Garndmother and I intend to have dinner before the date changes." "Of course." He took us to a table decked with fine sliverware, glass ware and artfully folded napkins. There was a golden shaded candle and a decor of flowers. The table next to an big  window had an unobstructed view of a lantern lit outside dining area on a wooden deck. And beyond the cliffs a sporadic lit beach walk and the rolling surf of the Atlantic. A somelier came and brought a bottle of wine to the table."Ms. Farnsworth, with compliments of the management, would you like to try this 1957 French Chardonay, It is of a particular good year and has earned much praise." "Why not?" She then gestured towards me."My grand daughter unfortunatley is not yet of legal age to consume alcohol." While the somelier catered to Nancy, a waiter asked me."What can I bring for you, Miss?" "A Polar bear cocktail." He blinked and cleared his throat."Miss, unfortunatley we can not serve cocktails to minors. Not that I am sure how a Polar Bear Cocktail is mixed." "Grandmother, this establishment is not living up to its reputation." I said and said to the waiter."Leave then, and send for the manager." He actually shivered and left. Virtually seconds later the very gentleman that had greeted us at the helicopter and showed us to this table appeared. "I am Percy Woolley, the owner. I was told you wanted to see me?" "I expected a reputable restaurant, but I begin to believe the reputation is not earned. I despise uneducated and presumptious waitstaff. I ordered a Polar Bear cocktail and your waiter refused to serve it, yet he confessed in the same sentence not knowing how to make it." I folded my hands."I am here for over ten minutes and have yet to be served." Nancy smiled and folded her hands."She does have a point, Percy." "Lady Farnsworth, we can not serve alcohol to minors." He stopped."Did you say Polar Bear Cocktail?" "Indeed." "It will be served to you right away. I deeply appologize, the waiter is new and did not know that a Polar bear cocktail is made with Mineral water, a spritz of lemon and ice cubes. Served in a tall glass with a straw." Does your restaurant have internet?" "Of course, ma'am." "Then he could have looked it up before making the assumption I am ordering alcohol!" "I understand, his employment ends tonight." "Make my cocktail with lime instead of lemon, please." Nancy leaned forward."My lord, you are awesome. Utterly awesome. These men squirmed, shivered and sweated." "I almost feel sorry for the waiter. I know I can be a tad ego destructive. A lot less as Fiona of course." "Well let's order. Do you like fish?" "To be honest it isn't my favorite, but I see there is surf and turf on the menu and I do want to try the Clam Chowder of course." Nancy ordered for both of us and said."The man that had just decided to come over is Hector Barkley, he is one of the bankers that lost lot of money on the  Coast Energy banrupcy. He hopes to be on my good side and perhaps gain a few percentage points. He is not from Springfield so feel free to speak up if the business interest you." The man had now fully approached. He wore a bad tailored suit, or perhaps bought from the rack and had been ill advised. He was overweight and the suit appeared a size too small. He bowed slightly as much as his bulk permitted."What a wonderful coincidence to see you here, Ms. Farnsworth. I was just mentioning to my wife and to Kirk Samuels of Eastern State Leasing, what a brilliant business woman you are. Would you not give us the great honor to accept my invitation for dinner?" "Mr. Barkley, I came here to eat dinner with my grand daughter and not to discuss business. You are welcome to make an appointment with my executive assistant next week and I will see if I can squeeze you in." "Ms. Farnsworth, I truly understand and I am delighted to meet your lovley grand daughter indeed. There is much family similarities I can tell, but as a business woman you understand the terrible situation we are in. If you could give us jsut ten minutes of your time, Kirk and I would be deeply grateful and of course we would be delighted if you accept our invitation." "Alright, Mr. Barkley make it short and if I see any merrit in whatever you have to say we will continue the conversation in my office. If not the deal ends here tonight and in ten minutes." She then gestured at the table."I like this table and I do not get up for any man, so bring your entourage over here." The fat man did and we were joined moments later by a tall thin man of about sixty and a rather plain looking woman on the brink of obesity. She was introduced as Barkley's wife, Rose. The other man Kirk Samuels. The waiter served the appetizers, in my case the Clam chowder with fresh white bread. Mr. Barkley ignored the crab canapes before him and begun."Ms. Farnsworth as the chief inolvence manager of the Coast Energy debacle, you could save our bank by just rising the debt consolidation by two percent. There are enough remaining assets." "But I would have to shave off, two percent of other creditors and also cut into my profits isn't that correct? So where exactly would this benefit me?" "We understand the shor term consequences, but it would save all investors that backed Vermont Investment bank in the Coast Energy deal." I dabbed my lips carefully not to disturb my lipstick too much."A deal that has paid nice dividents over the last three decades. It only became toxic to those who could not see the sinking ship and banked on the next earning report. I assume including VIB?" He snapped like a fish on land and everyone turned to look at me."What would you know about this business?" Nancy held out her hand."This is my grand daughter Fiona Rockford. While her father was Tiberius Rockford, not much interested in business, she takes after her great grandfather Tiberius the first, perhaps the most brilliant businessman of this century. Not to mention that her aunt is a Barkley." I smiled an innocent girls smile."I hope I have not spoken out of term, but I do read the Wall Street Journal and subscribe to the Forbes report and the Motley Fool." "This is rather unusual reading material for one so young." The other gentleman said. "Not unusual for a Rockford. We are not where we are by being usual, Sir." He swallowed and only nodded. Nancy athe her oysters and said as she squirted lemon on one of the oysters before her."While she might not be able to do business on her own, I fully back whatever she decides and suggests, so be careful gentleman." I had finished the excellent clam chowder and leaned back."I am following the Coat Energy debacle out of mild interest and I assure you my Grandmother is well aware of the difficulties your bank faces. But I tell you what, I am offering to buy your bank for one dollar and resume responsibilty for a contractual liabilities signed before 2015. This will give you a clean way out and you will neither face prosecution nor an FDIC investigation." His face dropped even further."You are a teenager, what a ridiculous offer." Kirk Samuel however seemed of a different opinion."Teenager or not, Mr. Barkley. She certainly did her home work and knows what she is talking about. I think her offer has merrit. We should discuss this." Nancy gave me a side look and thanked the server placing a plate of grilled fish before her. "Yes we should discuss this indeed. I am managing her inheritance until she is of age, but I back her business decissions always." I too thanked the server and tested the steak."I asked for rare, this is medium rare at best. The beef is not as advertised Kobe beef, please return this to the kitchen, bring me a genuine Kobe steak and have it seared as I asked. I gather you are on the list of restaurants licenced and permitted to sell genuine Kobe beef?" He blushed, took the plate and left. I stapled my hands."The offer is good for one more minute, Mr. Barkley. After that I am advising my associates to place an add in the Wall Street Journal, reprinting your investment solicitation letter from january 2015 and the earnings report of Coast Energy   from March 2015. Along with a memo of CEO Carstens sent to you and other Investment banks." "I am refusing to being black mailed by a teenage brat." "Wrong decision, Mr. Barkley. Maybe you do get an appointment with my Grandmother next week, to oversee the Insolvency and bankrupcy of your bank." The manager appeared again." Miss, I appologize it appears we are fresh out of Kobe beef and my chef substituted an excellent quality kobe like steak." "And you are a liar. I held out my smart phone. Atlantic Coast Restaurant is not on the list of authorized Kobe beef restaurants. Sir, I am from Texas and beef is our core business. You may be able to convince someone else that this is Kobe beef, not me. Bring me one of your t bone steaks you have on the menu and expect a law suit for false advertisement, copy right infringement and fraud charges by Monday." He was almost in visible tears as he bowed."I appologize and is there anything we could discuss to..." "I am here to eat, bring the steak I asked for or let us end this here and I find another restaurant." --""-- On our way back Nancy slowly shook her head."Fiona, your mother has warned me to let you do business the Barkley style. We now own a very well doing restaurant on an excellent piece of real estate, for a fraction what it is worth and I think you destroyed Mr. Barkley. I had no idea you were this well informed about the Coast Energy situation. But then it was a big collapse and you are a shrewd business woman." I spread my arms."You told me to be as Melissa as I can be. Besides I intend to buy Coast Energy remaining equity." She raised her eyebrows."You are?" "RavInvest will make an offer to the Core Equity package. eighty cents to the dollar." "I can easily authorize that. It's a good offer, but may I ask why?" "The core package includes the licence to deal with radio active plutonium, the Plutonium enricement patents and federal licences as well as the Coast Energy patents on capsulated reactors. I forsee a strong demand." She opened her mouth."You are a Barkley, there is no doubt." As the helicopter landed she said."Now you going to be back to be Fiona and on Monday a school girl. I am taking care of the business for you." "Thank you Grandmother." --""-- In my rooms, Friend said."I placed the add in the Wall Street Journal, a full page add with that memo. I predict the utter destruction of Vermont Investment bank with a probability of 99.98 percent." I smiled not knowing if my invisible friend could see it. "So there is a point zero two percent chance that it isn't?" "It is a margin one has to consider in any future probability calculations, but I am watching humanity for a very long time. Considering all the factors, I even predict the suicide of two maybe three principals involved, of course with a much lesser probability." His dry voice added."And I can see you smile, not with human eyes of course. It fills me with joy." "I don't really know who or what you are. I know you are a terribly powerful entity and I have no idea how you look like, but I grew fond of you and not for the things you do." "Melissa, I know this is true and makes me understand the concepts of pride and love. So what would you like to wear to bed?" "A baby doll. Champagne satin and chiffon." I looked down then in the mirror."Perfect." "Your mind images are very clear and precise." "I think I know what the challenge is." "Already?" "The real Fiona's mother was killed by burglars or something. I am sure there is a mystery and unsolved parts that she wants me to help solve or reveal." "You have a keen intuition. As you know I am not allowed to interfere and reveal the challenges to you, but it appears you don't need my help in that regard. I can not confirm it or deny it of course." "Of course my friend. I know. Good night Friend." "Good night, Mistress." --""-- Out of habit, I woke early and missed Dark Shadow. I would have loved to see my bigh friend and ride a spell before breakfast. After a shower and the usual morning routine. That was actually quite arousing as I saw the young blonde, quite perfect proportioned woman caressing her body in the mirror and realized that it was me. I could feel my hands glide over the smooth long legs and over the round hips. My perky breasts moved delectibly with my moves and seemed so real. After I had put on bra and g string. I slipped into a pair of super tight jeans and put on a fashion t shirt with the Eifel tower and the word's I love Paris. I added a super wide belt that was riding low on my hips. Cute heeled Caterpillars and put on a Carhartt jacket. Finally I put on a white resistol hat, checked my jacket pockets for the essentials. The big house was still quiet and I assumed most of it inhabitants asleep or just waking up. I found the front door and went outside. With my hands in my pockets, I leisurly followed a asphalt paved path between tall old trees and a well tended lawn. The sun was just above the horizon. Birds were already singing and calling each other. Squirrels scurrying up and down trees and chasing each other. The day promissed to be a brilliant late summer day. Now in a good distance from the house, I lit a cigarette. A camel and not one of the thin lady cigarettes. I did it with a lady zippo though. The path meandered down a slope towards a gargling creek and a stone bridge across it. Suddenly a black shrouded figure was next to me and kept silently pace. I instantly remembered and knew who it was. "Good morning Death." "Good morning my god child." "God Child?" "It is the closest concept in human terms that describes our relation. I see you have taken on a different appearance and identity." "Yes to the world I am Fiona Rockford, but it is all pretend." "No it is not, you are Fiona Rockford." "So what brings you here, I sense nothing sentient has reached that time within the immideate vicinity." "Your death senses are growing, my child. I was just in the region so to speak and decided to see you." "That is nice. I am just shooting the breeze and check out the  surroundings a little . Without Dark Shadow, it  is a tad slower." "Dark Shadow is very much part of you and he too will grow with you." "I would offer you a cigarette, but it won't work without lungs and lips. Besides I doubt you smoke." He laughed ."Maybe I try next time we meet." He vanished and I said after him."There is more to your visit, a deadly cathastrophy, and you wanted me to come." He reapeared."You are growing indeed." He took my hand and the park scene vanished. It was different from the instantaneous transfers I experienced with Friend. It was more of a sliding between spaces. We stood on a desolater plane. The sun was just a pale disc, the entire ground was covered with ash, there was nothing in terms of real environmental features. No mountains, no valeys, just an apparently endless plane of gray ash and hard gray cracked ground."This my child is the plane of death. Time has no meaning here, It is also a nexus and a resting place. "I like what you done to the place, but it is a tad too monotone for a meaning ful rest.Don't you think?" Again he sounded amused."You can reach infinite worlds and times from here. Once it is yours, you can of course affect it any way you like. He put his hand on my shoulder. A shroud like his engulfed me like a living thing and a sword rose from the dust. handle first. "Behold this is Terminus, the sword of the angel of death. It has chosen you." "There is an actual angel of death." "Indeed and you are embodying it. I wanted to bring you here because there are many things hidden underneath the ashes and I wanted to know which ones will rise for you." "There is much more to all this, isn't it?" "Indeed but it will take many thousand of your years to fathom the very basics, so do not dwell on it. It will come to you. You are no longer mortal or human, even while your invisible friend bestowes you with many gifts. The powers and the knowledge you will gain will surpass it all." He again touched my shoulder."Return to your time and world, and these things will disipate like fog for now. No need for you to erradicate an entire world with me as I must do now." I found myself on the paved path and for a short moment I remembered then I wondered what just happened as I reached the creek and the one vehicle stone bridge. I noticed a young man fishing. A little down the creeks bank almost concealed by overhanging branches. "Anything biting?" He almost dropped his fishing pole and I could see he was contemplating running or hiding and then he looked in my direction and nodded."Yes this is the best spot on the entire Carrington creek for trout. I got six so far." He looked around then quickly reeled in his line and collapsed the rod. It took him a few moments to get his gear situated. The pole now in a tube across his back and a blue Bud Light plastic  vinyl cooler most likley with the fish inside. "No need to stop on my behalf, maybe you catch a seventh." "Uh I better quit. If tourists are up and about then the folks who own this park and the creek will be up as well." He turned and disapeared between the bushes. I shrugged and kept on walking. A modern four wheel utility vehicle caught up with me. It was driven by Nancy."There you are. A grounds keeper saw you going this way.  Still want to walk a little or are you ready for breakfast and an birds eye tour of the place?" "Good morning Grandmother. Yes I think I am ready. I am an early riser and usually ride in the morning, but without my horse, I decided to walk a little. It is very peaceful out here." I climbed on the passenger seat and she turned the vehicle around."Yes it is a very nice old park. But there are stables with horses and you can ride any of the horses." "I am particular fond of one horse." "I know." --""-- Breakfast consisted of buttermilk pancakes and Vermont maple sirup, strips of bacon and coffee. It was served in a dedicated break fast room. She laughed. "Sometimes I wish I be your age, those jeans are spectacular. I wonder how you manage to get in such tight pants." Now it was my turn to smile."Lots of wiggling, Grandma." "Whatever you do to put them on, it is worth it and at the very edge of naughty. Low rise they call them, right?" "Yes Grandmother. I can change if you find them inappropiate." "Heck now girl. This is what girls wear these days and I can only agree I would too with a candy apple butt like that." The butler came in with fresh coffee."Is the breakfast to your liking, Miss Fiona?" "Yes it is okay." Grandmother said to the butler."John, she is from Texas, you should see what they call breakfast." To me she said ."Tomorrow you let John know what you want and not simply accept my choices." She opened the Wall Street Journal."Oh my golly you work fast, the large page add is already there. It's going to be a wrecking ball to that bank." I shrugged."I think you can pick up their business real estate for a spot after Tuesday." She agreed folded the papers and said."Well let's take a helicopter ride so you get a picture of the region." --""-- Peter Graham had not seen much of her. She was standing right next to the rising sun that blinded him. She had worn a cowboy hat of all things and a Carhart jacket, but she had a nice voice and was apparently a tourist, judging by the slight twang in her words and the hat, Texan for sure. He tossed the bag of fish in the rusty bed of his F150 pick up truck. It was a a rust heap for sure, but it ran and that was the important thing. He was lucky to have a truck in the first place. His very first wheels. He just passed the driving test and however his mother had managed, she got him this truck. When it came to the short end of the stick, his family sure took the prize. Peter Graham lived with his mother, his older sisters and Snickers the dog in a tiny three room house at the far end of town. The few rows of shaby houses and rickedy trailer homes had always been known as Welfare Row. The people here never seen good times,even when Western Turbines and Coast Energy down the coast were still in business. Sue Graham, once had been a promissing student and the daughter of a working class family, but she had fallen in love with the worst possible guy at school and drifted down a destructive road of alcohol and drugs. Gordon Graham, his father was once again behind bars ad this time served a spell of twenty years. Twenty years if he was lucky and the parole board was convinced he had bettered himself. Peter bounced over a barely visible path. Sort of a back door entrance to the Carrington estate. The path led through the West Ridge forest and ended up hitting an unpaved forest road that in turn hit the 87th County Highway. Driving west on that highway for 6 miles and you hit Welfare Row and on the left side was the shed they called home. Peter sighed as he was thinking about his mother. She was a good woman and she tried really hard to stay sober and clean of drugs. She was receiving welfare and also worked at the fish canning factory in Shoreside at the cleaning line. The fish Peter caught would be welcome dinner. Just as he hit the county high way he heard the whine of a powerful turbine and a royal blue and white modern helicopter was screaming just a few feet over the tree tops. At first he thought the thing was crashing,  he saw the machine drop almost to the ground behind the tree line but scream in high speed and only a few feet over the ground then pulled up. Someone who really knew how to fly seemed to have fun. Peter also knew he walked a thin line fishing and occationally poaching on Carrington land, but food was expensive and some meat was a welcome addition to their diet. He was still thinking about the girl in the cowboy hat. While he didn't see much of her, he noticed the Carhartt jacket and the raw hide gloves. The girl apparently was a country pumkin and she commented on the fishing, unlike a local girl would do. He also wondered why she was still here, summer break was supposedly over in all states and she didn't strike him old enough to be out of school. His own school was a place he rather did not want to think about. He was pretty much at the bottom of everything. Academic grades, sports, social standing and girls. His best friend Norm Stevens, was not much better and pretty much on the same bottom level of the local society. He didn't have much hope for the future and if he was lucky his grades were maybe just barely good enough to enlist in the Army. If that was not in the cards, he planned to go fishing in Alaska or something like that. He sighed and turned the wheel to drive down the dirt road to the Steven's Farm. To call that lot of less than one acre Farm was a wild stretch, the Steven's had chicken, ducks and a few geese. There were several goats, three pigs and the re used to be a cow, but it died due to some disease and could not even be eaten. Norm's father was not what you would call the successful farmer type. He was more into running a leaky still, grew some weed but was never smart enough to harvest more than a few plants before the deputies found his growing operation and destroyed the plants. Well at least he was lucky so far and he only got busted of it once, a few years back. Norm's mother was more the enterprising type, selling eggs to neighbors, making bread pudding and pickled things, she also sold in the neighborhood, just to get by. Norm, didn't have a car or truck on his own, but drove the families age old Harvest International tractor around and relied on Peter for trips to school and the town. Peter pulled up into the dirt yard, barking Buck stopped barking as the stupid half blind dog recognized the old truck and of course Peter, who came here ever since the dog was a puppy. Walt Stevens just came out of the shed, a dangerously leaning wooden wreck of a building. One strap of his bib coveral had been ripped off, but it had been that way for month. His nose was bulbous and discolored. He waved at Peter and staggered right back into the shed, where he most likley had hidden the latest product of his hidden still and was now sampling it. Peter didn't want the fish to spoil and just give Norm one then head on home and fry them up. His friend Norm stomped out the barn, holding a wrench. He had some grease or oil in spots all over him, face and clothing."Oh hi Peter, I thoughty I heard that clunker of yours alright." "Get your ass over here, I got some trout for you and your folks!" Norm put the wrench in his back pocket and wiped his hands."Stealing fish out of the Carrington's creek again?" "Well there are so many and no one of them ever fishs. Besides I don't hear you complaining, eating them." Norm grinned while Peter transferred three trouts into an empty Walmart plastic bag. Norm took the bag and thumbed to the barn."I'll be busy with that piece of scrap we have for a tractor for at least another three hours. Wanna come over later?" "Yeah, I'll make dinner and then be over. Talked to a girl today!" "Yeah told your older sister to roll out of bed or something?" "Nope, she was from Texas I think and she's a tourist for sure. She walked over the Carrington creek stone bridge and saw me fishin'." "How would you know she is from Texas and how did she look like?" "Well she was wearing a Cowboy hat and one of them brown ranch jackets. Had a little southern twang in her talk too." "Yeah alright you talked to a tourist from Texas. Gonna be a different story on Monday. You going to oogle at Melissa Parker and I will dream about Linda Heller, and that's all we ever going to do. They never even going to look at us, we are not in their league. " Peter had a dreamy look."I bet Melissa Parker might be at Burger Queen with the other girls right now." "Fat chance. She's at the football game and cheerleading. The girls swinging Pom Poms in short skirts and having only eyes for the football jocks. In Melissa's case she will cheer for Bratt Johnson, the Quarter back. He looks better than both of us and his father, owns a drug store. He's rich, and has a convertible Mustang. You got a rusty '89 Ford F150 with more holes than swiss cheese." Peter boxed his friend in the side as he climbed back in his truck,"You are a spoil sport" Then he sighed."Sadly you are also correct." Norm held up the bag."Thanks for breakfast, see you later." --""-- Nancy and I had taken the helicopter and she said to the pilot. Fiona's dad let her fly the family helicopter, would you mind letting her behind the stick?" "No of course not. It's perfectly legal too, I have an instructors licence." I climbed into the pilot seat, adjusted the head set and he said."Ever flown a Bell Executive?" My hands flew over the toggle switches and I smiled at him."Ever flown a Super Cobra?" "You mean the new attack helicopter of the Marines." "Yes, sir." After a quick pre flight check. I took the bird off the ground and the pilot said to Nancy."Yes, looks like she knows how to fly a Bell." "This isn't flying. It's cruising at best." "What do you call flying?" I increased the speed to max, let us drop nose first towards the ground and then flew following the concrete path I had walked before. Evading trees, jumping over forrest patches and pulling it in a high messer curve around. "This is flying, Sir!" He had both his hands cramped around the seat belt and his face was pale and only now did he relax as I eased the chopper in a leisurly pace over the ground. "God almighty, you fly like a combat pilot. You are something else." Nancy also recovered. "You scared the living daylight out of me, and a few people on the ground, but it was certainly an experience. Woha, this was the best ride ever." I appologized." I am sorry, but I love flying. Not that this bus could be used for real flying." "We should be thankful that we don't have any more capable helicopter, I would have soiled my pants. "The pilot confessed."What would you consider a real helicopter?" "The MBK 177, the Apache attack helicopter, SuperCobra II a, Alluette Skylark come to mind." "You know your helicopters, that's certain. Top of the line machines for sure." Nancy leaned forward. "Over there is the mansion you can see the stables from here. That building there houses Henry's car collection. You are welcome to take any of them out, some need to be readied and registered. Victoria said you have very specific car requirements. Your Lamborghini's should arrive in two weeks. I have ordered a few German brand cars for you. thinking you might like and prefer them. There are a few Audis, BMWs, Porsche and Mercedes. Sorry I didn't know about the Lamborghini prefrence. But I have added a few Brits." I smiled."They will do fine. I don't plan to introduce myself with a Lamborghini anyway. I was thinking about a big Chevy or Ford truck. Or a Suburban." She snapped her finger."Victoria told me you love Suburbans. There is also a Hummer and in terms of Pick Up trucks you will love the HI super truck I bought." "If you bought what I think you did, then yes. I love it very much." She kept pointing out features." There behind this forest begins the Farm land of C&F farms.The farm complex can be seen from up here right over there by that shallow hill in the distance." She also let me fly over town, showed me the old Western Generator plant, the school building and a few land marks. We had lunch at the Mansion. After a a meal of chicken breasts, I found a little bland we reached desert and coffee. She leaned back and smoked a cigarette looking at me. "Seeing you makes me wonder, Fiona. When you were at the farm,as your old self, who would you guess I was?" I too was smoking. "I think you were Lady Cow, or the Cat. Not that I have any visual clues, but your mask was of similar quality than that of the Black Horse and you and the horse, along with Lady Cat were often together." She smiled."I was the cow indeed, and the Nun with the Blow up doll mask." She got up with a sudden move."Come with me then, Victoria let you become the horse. I love for you to become the cow." We took the elevator to the first floor and she showed me to her suite of rooms. It was the abode of a rich woman indeed. Soft curved furniture with golden details, white carpet. Peach colored walls and curtains. Her walk in closet was not small by any standard and she said."You are welcome to come here and take and wear anything you like, if you desire to wear something more adult. I like masks and disguises and share this passion with your mother, but I really love veils. I have collected veils and veiled outfits, for a very long time. My favorite mask I must confess is the stocking mask. It is sort of little of both mask and veil." She took a silvery velvet bag from a shelf and from it she took the cow mask. It was just like the horsemask, while size reduced for human proportions, very realistic and featured the same almost invisible panel for vision, as the cows eyes did of course not line up with human eyes. The shelf held about seventy different cow masks. Commercial and artist ones. At the end was a stiff face mask surrounded by silver hair. A velvet dress of silver velvet on a hanger next to it. She pointed at it. "This is the outfit of the Silver Queen. It is my deepest secret and I wanted to share it with you because I know your secret. While you can't wear this one to the Circle, you can wear it here if you like. All cow masks of course too." "That will keep me busy on a rainy day for sure. I like dressing up and try on masks." At the end of her walk in closet was a seperating curtain and she led me through. It was not the size of the mask room at the mansion, but it was still a sizeable place, with rows of shelves. The shelves held styrofoam wig heads and each wore a stocking mask or veil. I guessed there must have been over a thousand. One side held archive boxes, filled with packages of nylons, stockings, panty hose in every color, material and decor. A rack with hangers held costumes. Nun habits, bridal gowns, Widow dresses, Arabic costumes, Belly dancer outfits. There was a three leaf mirror prominently placed under bright lamps. "This is where I play dress up on rainy days. She said, and I want you to think of it as your collection as well." "I love veils and stocking masks too." "How easy is it for you to become Melissa?" "With Yoko's help and a sharp knife, not very hard." "Then I would love if you join me next weekend at the local chapter meeting." She handed me the Cow mask."Go ahead, I like you to see you wearing it." The cow mask was quite similar to the horse mask I knew. It was made of a silicone material covered with fur and had a panel of transparent fabric through which I could see. It was, like the horse mask an uncanny and disturbing mask, due to its high quality of realism. --""-- Melissa Parker, brushed her shoulder long precious shimmering mahagony colored hair as a last act in her getting ready for the rest od Saturday. She just had changed from her cheer leading outfit in a cute summer dress and talked to Linda Heller her best friend, who was also in the cheer squad, also above pretty. Helen was a strawberry blonde, with wavy hair and like Melissa hugely popular in school. Melissa was pulling down on the seams of a black tube top and over her developing chest. Melissa sighed."Everyone including Bratt thinks I am his girl friend." Linda zipped up the denim shorts."Maybe you should simply say so, maybe openly in clas on Monday. Or even better start seeing a new boy. Anyone I know?" Melissa shook her head."No, but the whole town expects the home coming queen to date and end up with the quarter back. Granted he is handsome, but hollow and takes me for granted without even trying to court me for real. It's sort of customary to be courted you know." "You are being worshiped by every boy in town. You can pick any and they court you, guranteed. Even Bratt might once he learns that his previous efforts are not exactly stellar." Melissa belted her dress."How about you?" "Brett? Are you kidding? I think he is way to much in love with himself to have time for a girl. Besides as you said, the whole town thinks he's your boy friend." Melissa stuck her tongue out at Linda."You are such a bitch. No I meant you and Mike Grainger seem to be a match made in heaven. He is the Wide receiver, caught a few very amazing passes and drives a convertible Buick. His father is a senior manager at Springfield National. Everyone things he is your boy right?" Linda stuck her tongue out."I only pretend he is, so the rest leaves me alone. I haven't met the boy I really want yet. I intend to really remain a virgin until I found the one I marry. Yeah maybe old fashioned but when it comes to these things I think old fashioned isn't so bad." "You are no longer a virgin! You stick that vibrator up there almost every day." "I was not talking about physically. I haven't been touched by someone else and I certainly don't want Mike to be the one." Melissa brushed down on her flaring skirt. "Let's go fishing then, girl friend. I doubt there are new fish in the sea, but one never knows." Linda laughed."Yeah let's go fishing. You look like a pretty good lure to me." "And you could heat a polar winter night in those Dasy Mae's and that tube top." "Perfect that is what I was going for. Freezee's or Burger Queen?" "I am in the mood for something savory. We cheerleaded all day so I guess I could sin and emdulge myself with a Gut Buster." Linda took her car keys out of her purse."Perfect, I wanted to try that Hawaiian Sandwich they have advertised. We could go to the Burger Queen in Shore View. Less chance of local boys and maybe something new. --""-- Henry's Car collection did take my breath away. It was a three storey ware house of at least two football field size each floor. I was sure every American Muscle car was there, in mint condition. A collection of super exotics, even a few Lamborghinis. Antiques like Dusenbergs, Markwards, Maybach and Mercedes. Rolls and Bentley. A few French, Swedish and Italians. There were true classics like old Cadillacs, Chevorlets and Rolls. And there were motor cycles as well. Old Indians, BMWs, British Motorcycles, KTM , but also Choppers and Harley's. every Harley made so it seemed. Including the very latest. There  were a few Kawasaki bikes including an Egli. There were military jeeps, trucks , a Dukk, Swim cars, two fire engines, A few film cars including a DB7 with James Bond gimmicks, the original bat Mobile, The A Team Van, The General, Chity Chity Bang Bang, The Black beauty and Lady Penelope's Bubble Top Rolls in full size. The crown jewels I believed were a genuine Sherman tank and a beautifully restored genuine Tiger Tank. I had walked throught the rows of parked cars and Linda said."You know Henry would be very happy if his great grand daughter, who of course inherited all this would drive some of these." "Who was Henry, a Carrington?" "Henry Carrington was my father. He was a car enthusiast as you can see. He died three years ago, at the age of seventy eight. You know his mother Sofia Kroneberg is still alive, she just turned 94 in March. She returned to Sweden, to the anchestrial home of the Kronebergs, where she wants to die." "Seventy eight is not a terribly advanced age." I said."but I think he welcomed death. The Cancer was eating his pancrea and had spread too far. " Nancy looked at me."You know more about this than anyone should, but it is true he begged for death to come. He didn't want to fight a fight he could not win and loosing his dignity. He loved Gloria my mother and wanted to set her free." "And death did come to him and he was ready. You know few are ready, but those terminally ill, knowing for some time that the end has come, do not fear death. He did not loose his dignity." She shivered."I will never ask you why you know all this, not because I am affraid of the answer, but I might be very afraid who will answer it." "There are questions that will answer themselves when the time has come, this is one of those." She swallowed."My mother, Gloria took his advice. She became a globe trotter and hobby arechologist. She is free and consent if you believe her, but I doubt she will ever be anything but Henry's wife." "Where is she now, do you know?" "Yes, she is with a group of her crazy Ancient Astronaut believer friends in Peru walking with metal detectors around the Nazcar lines. No worries, she is a Carnegie and very wealthy on her own. " I shrugged."Why would I worry about that?" "Henry was very adamant about leaving you,his great grand daughter all that is Carrington." "And she was his beloved wife. I am not worried certainly I am not. Besides he probably left it for the real Fiona." She looked at me,"As much as you are Melissa, you are the real Fiona." I stayed with the collection. I could not help myself and climb in and on the Tiger tank. Marvel at the German words on signs and instructions and with utter amazement found that the machine guns were real and there was ammo for both the machine guns and the 8.8 main gun. I opened the drivers hatch. Put German tanker goggles on and sang the Panzer lied while I pulled the levers and imagined driving the tank. Nancy startled me as she clapped her hands."Looks like you having fun and as much as you try to burry it, there are still German roots in you. That is a nice song. I remember the movie too." I took off the goggles, with an embarassed smile."I guess you are right. No matter hof far I am from my old self, and wish it to be gone. Certain aspects appear to be ingrained into my very fiber." I climbed out."I thought you went to the house?" "No not really, I was in the collection's office and remembered dad. Then  I heard you sing. You know you can fire it up and drive it. I am sure you scare the living daylight out of the rest of the county, but there are basically 88,000 acres that are yours to drive." "And make the farmers mad too and have the liberals call CNN about that German Nazi tank and the singing blonde." She giggled."Yes most likely, but in earnest. You can take it out and drive it around a little. You can take out everything in here." "Yes I certainly will do that." "Why don't you do that now? I am off to a boring townhall meeting of small investors into Coast Energy. They work during the week so it has to be Saturdays. They may even lynch some of the schmucks representing Coast Energy." "Including Mr. Barkley?" "Oh I forgot about him and your devastating media bomb. Yeah he too." She spread her arms."I see you and Henry seem to share a passion for motorized vehicles. So have fun!" My Grandmother turned on her heels and left the collection warehouse. Moments later I saw the golf cart, she had used to get us her, roll back to the house." I realized I was hungry. Thinking about a nice juicy burger, but I didn't want to expose myseld to too much gossip in this town and contemplated to disguise myself. "I can of course provide you with every disguise you can think off. There is also a very good Burger Queen francise in Shoreview. At least that what the ratings say." "You are more intuitive than you claim you be, Friend. That's exactly what I had in mind." "Exactly, Mistress. It was in your mind. Do you want me to get you there and what would you like to wear?" I pointed at a black Fatboy Harley."I think I take that bike and take a cruise maybe a little along the coast afterwards." "I have inspected and reassembled the Harley. It is gassed up and tuned." "You are very handy to have around. Care to get me some riding leathers?" "Mental image received one outfit coming up." My jeans were replaced by similar tight black leather pants, a silver studded belt with silver skull belt buckle. Short bodied butter soft buckled, long sleeve leather jacket blunt tip riding boots. A black hooded T shirt with the punisher skull and thin soft gauntlet gloves. My hair in a long pony tail . I started the bike and rode into the late afternoon. "Friend can you get me sunglasses and a skull face bandana mask? "There you go, Mistress." "Thank you friend." It was a joy riding the heavy bike. It's distinct Harley sound blubbered at stop signs and thundered to powerful life when I reved it up to speed. Driving through the old money neighborhood and reaching the center of town, I attracted many gazes, looks and stares. Some were in awe, some dreamy and some outright frightened or hostile. As I stopped at the intersection to take the country road to Shoreview, a rusty F150 with two boys pulled up to go straight. The driver I recognized was the wild fishing guy frim the creek. I turned my head, looked at him knowing I was completley unrecognizeable and then thundered to the left. --""-- Peter first saw the perfect butt and the shapely legs in black leather and was sure underneath that mysterious hooded outfit was a woman. The bike was huge black beast of bike with big tires and saddle bags. There was a winged skull on the tank and the licence plate read :"Reaper" As she turned he noticed she wore sunglasses and a terrifying skull half mask. He actually got goose bumps and swallowed as the strange female rider took towards Shoreview. Norm said."She wears no colors." Peter put the truck in drive and rolled over the intersection. "I doubt there was a dot of color anywhere." "No I mean gang affiliation patch It is called colors. Like the Hells Angels or so, they have a gang name and some sort of logo on the back and identify the club they ride with." "How do you know they call it colors?" "My dad's brother is a member of the Outlaws. Its one of those clubs. He drives a harley and drinks beer and has a gun." "Maybe that what we should do, become bike gang members." "Naa, they do drugs, smuggle stuff and get busted by the cops or beaten and killed by rival gangs. Besides you need to be tough and strong. We aren't exactly the hulking kind." "Well once we helped Mr. Kincaid to move his trash, maybe we can use the cash to get us some sort of muscle protein or something. I woudn't mind looking like Vin Diesel or the Rock and everyone would step aside in respect and fear getting their arses kicked. "Unfortunatley it is us who usually getting it kicked.So I say we split the cash we get. I get me a Pizza with all the toppings and eat it too!" --""-- I had a great time. The county road had little traffic, the weather was simply perfect. "There is a speed trap up ahead, Mistress. And you are thirty miles to fast. What do you want me to do?" "Can you make his speed gun malfunction after I passed, then drain all energy out of the battery of his car and his walky talky, preferably permanent and remove all his gas from the tank. Can you make sure he gets no reception on his phone? Oh and obscure my licence plate." "Done." I reved up and increased speed to almost 140 miles and flew past the Visit scenic Shoreview sign and the state patrol cruiser behind. The patrol,officer held its speed gun and I waved at him and kept going. I saw him turn on sirens and lights then he was out of view. "He actually got started and managed to get hundred meters with the gas in his lines. " "Now would it be possible to transfer a good helping of warm Castor oil in his stomach?" "Very easy, and done." I snickered with devilish delight. "Oh what an evil mind I have and worst, fate gave me a friend who can make it happen." "I share your emotions and I can report. He did not make it all the way out of his car or to the bushes." "Well teaches him to try to ruin the perfect afternoon of me crusing." I did slow down considerably since I had reached the Sea side town. In the distance I could actually see the Atlantic View Restaurant. The town seemed to consists of souvenir and antique shops, bed and breakfast places, a few businesses, a gas station and a Burger Queen. I noticed it still had the old original logo of the company as it was famous in the fifties. I pulled my bike up into a parking bay kicked the stand. and took off my face mask and the hood. Then got off the bike. --""-- Melissa sat in a window booth right across Linda and waited for her Burger sipping on a milk shake when a black Harley thundered in the parking bay right before their window. The rider was quite obviously a very shapely woman, hiding her face behind sunglasses and a scary looking lower face skull mask. The blonde took off the mask and revealed an angelic face, utterly perfect lips, An ever so slight smirk of arrogant knowledge of superiority. Melissa and Linda who had attracted a few stares of local boys,nothing in their age group or looking promissing, realized that everyone in the restaurant was staring at the arrival of this young woman. Now in the shady interior of the rerstaurant she shoved her sunglasses into her hair. Both Melissa and Linda knew they were instantly outclassed and distant second. The girl looked both dangerous and deadly sexy in her skin tight leathers. That she rode in on a super heavy bike, with confidence and ease was another aspect that added to her mystery and presence. She stalked to the please wait to be seated sign. One of the waiters actually stoddered as he said."We-we-welcome to Old Burger Queen." "Can I have a booth please, where I can see my bike?" "Ce-ertantly." She suddenly smiled and her arrogant superior gaze and demeanor melted in a heartbeat and she said."This is such a cool place. I hope you serve the old Burger Queen Steak Chilli Classic with bacon and egg?" He was melting like wax exposed to a blast furnace. He nodded and said." We do. This is the oldest continuously operating and open Burger Queen restautant in the US. We still serve the original menu." He guided her to booth right next to Melissa's and Linda, with Linda facing her. Everyone was still looking, staring. Either openly or trying to do it secretly by staring over menu folders or drink glasses. "Well Pilgrim, Y'all sure have kept it nice. Lemme have a Double Stack Queen's Steak Chili Burger with extra bacon and an egg. Queen fries and a Vanilla malt." He beamed."You sure know how to order, Ma'am. That's the old super classic, comming right up." "Don't forget a good side of Queen's secret Chili!" The waiter left, the restaurant had filled to the last seat, when a family of four came to the waiter. Melissa saw them and simply turned."Miss there is a family who needs a booth and we are taking up two, would you mind joining us?" The blonde smiled."Of course not." She signaled the waiter that the booth is available and took a seat next to Linda. Linda instantly smelled her soft leathers, fine girlish soaps and a heavenly perfume. The blonde had gray eyes and adorable long lashes, a perfectly done make up. Finley arched brows and an absolute perfect nose that was tilted just a hint in line with her upper lip. Melissa facing the blonde now, gave her a shy smile realizing she probably wasn't much older than her."Wow that is a big motorcycle. Is it hard to manage for a girl?" The blonde thanked the waiter for the malt and he also served the food for Melissa and Linda. She then shook her head."That is a Harley Fat Boy. Only the Electra Glide is heavier. It weighs over a thousand pounds menaning the strongest biker coudn't handle it if weight was an issue. It has it's challenges, but nothing a girl can't handle." That made sense actually and Linda said."I think I should try and get me a bike maybe next summer." Melissa nodded."Yeah me too. Sadly the weather won't be good all that much longer. I mean for riding a bike." "I notice a southern accent." Linda said."I gather you are not a New England girl." "No, it is my first time this far up the Atlantic coast. I am from Texas." The blonde super girls burger came, and like her bike it was a monster. There were also fries and a load of chili on the side. Melissa blinked."You going to eat all that?" The texas girl looked at the mountain of food. "I've seen bigger burgers for sure." The young woman started eating with gusto and actually was done with the entire load of food before Melissa or Linda could finish most of theirs. The girl put a fifty on the table, got up and tipped her head. "Well so long ladies, I like to catch a little coast before the sun goes down." To the waiter she said."Money's on the table, the rest is your tip." Again everyone was staring as she replaced mask and shades, started the big bike and let it roll backwards, with great skill and moments later thundered in the oposite direction. The waiter took the fifty."Good Golly that's what I call a tip. She looked like a real superstar, that's for sure." Melissa stared at the empty plate,"And she eats like a whole gang of bikers!" Linda sighed."There wasn't a gram of misplaced fat on her, those skintight leathers hid nothing but a cute ass." "Well maybe it is true,e verything is bigger in Texas, even girls appetite." --""-- Patrol officer Gillian had the worst day in his life. It started all as he saw a black Harley approaching at high speed. His radar gun clearly showed it going 140 miles in a 45 mile zone. Then the radargun shorted out and started smoking. The ticket printer printed out a garble of symbols. He wanted to pursuit the bike, yet after only a hundred yards his car stalled, completley out of gas.The battery died and his hand held radio was dead. There was no reception on his phone and he lost charge too. But then he had the worst case of explosive diarreah ever and he did not know what could have caused it. He had puuped the worst mess over himself, the car seat and kept on puuping and squirting for at least ten minutes. He was near tears. He could not call for help, his car was stalled and he was too embarassed to flag down motorists. And now as the sun was going to set, traffic would become rarer. There he heard the blubbering of a heavy motor cycle and the black motor cycle with a masked female rider aprooached and stopped."Officer do you need help?" "Oh god yes, Ma'am. I do. I am stranded and everything is dead. My radio, my phone my car and..." "I can smell it. Don't ask me to take of my mask. Here is my phone." He called dispatch and asked for his supervisor. Captain Bender who was already worried and about to start looking for him. The mysterious rider had started her bike and rolled on and then disapeared into thin air. He still held her phone but as he looked at it, it was a cheap plastic toy phone with candy inside, just like he had given his six year old daughter. His car's siren went off and the lights started flashing. The tank was full and the radio worked. --""-- Friend was amused."I think the Candy phone was the best detail of it all. He will go to his grave thinking about this day." "I think so too, and he will beleive in magic and ghosts too." "But it appears you had a pleasant afternoon, Mistress." "Indeed Friend. The ride was very pleasant indeed and the burger was oh so delicious and with you helping I could even finish it. I think you and I need to go to the Big Texan for a 72 ounce steak...or two!" "You can be there right away, you know." "I do that another day then. It will be fun!" I rode the bike past the Carrington gates and down the path to the Collection. The rollgate opened before I could get off the bike to do it. It was Linda who stood by the controls. I rolled inside with blubbering motor and turned the bike off. She watched me as I got of the bike and undid the neoprene face cover with the skull print."You give me goosebumps, Fiona. That outfit is wicked to say the least." I looked at the mask."It's mostly so I won't get any flies between my teeth." "Yeah and the skin tight leather is to protect you from the crawling and drooling peasants, right?" "I guess you are back from your meeting?" "Yes and your friend, Hector Barkley was there as well. He actually broke down in tears. He knows he is finished, his phone is ringing off the hook with investors who want their money nack, or his skin." I shrugged."He didn't take the offer at the table. He would sleep fine now." She grinned."You are an evil woman, indeed. Did you have dinner?" "I was in Shore View for a burger." "Oh yes the famous Old Burger Queen restaurant, that's where you went?" "Yes. It was as good as advertised." "A shame you went already, I would have loved a bacon burger with special sauce tonight." "Let's go then. I have room for a Queen's Special." "Wonderful, let me get changed, I put on a wig and some casuals myself. I like to eat in peace and not to be recognized as Nancy Farnsworth." "Sounds like a plan. I disguise myself as well. Just for the fun of it." Friend returned me to be Melissa with a brown cleopatra wig, sweater and loose jeans." Nancy wore a curly wig, T Shirt and loose jeans as well. With a big beach bag and a straw hat we looked like tourists. The Chryster 500 wasn't an overly fancy car and we ate unobserved, undisturbed and uneventful. --""-- It was Monday and school had just begun. Peter and Norm slipped into class at the last possible moment, as they did not want to get bullied or hackled too much. They sat down at the last benches as usual. Linda and Melissa and of course the other girls of the class were all there as well. Unfortunatley also Bratt, Mike, Gregg, Bart and Sidney the terrible five as Peter called them or the Core of the high school football team as the rest knew them. There was only one empty chair and desk and it was right next to Melissa at the other side. The principal Dr. Norton and Ms. Ronson, the class teacher came in. He said."Class, a new student will join you this year." Peter was sure it was the same girl he saw on the bridge. She didn't wear her hat but  jeans and the same carhartt jacket. She had long black hair, dark brown eyes, despite the freckles over her nose and the glasses. She was perhaps not the prettiest but quite nice to look at. She certainly filled out her tight jeans in a most alluring manner. The principal said."Class please welcome Fiona Rockford. She has just moved here with her grandmother and will join our school. The class teacher pointed to the empty seat."Ms. Rockford why don't you take a seat right there?" The new girl did. Norm leaned over and whispered."She looks nice, and sure has nice legs." --""-- Melissa could smell the girls perfume. It was a very distinct scent she had only smelled once before and only very recently. Melissa saw her up close from the side and while the glasses threw her off, and the girl had black hair, the profile was the same. She decided to find out and leaned over."No bike today I assume?" Fiona looked at her from past her shiny thick hair that had a nice shine and with a fine smile on her lips leaned over as well, reducing the distance between them further."No, my Grandmother dropped me of today. She'd probably would not like to ride a Harley." Melissa giggled at the mental picture of a grandma on a big bike."And you changed hair color?" "Artificial intelligence. I thought I try it." "Artifi...ha that is a good one. Maybe it will help my friend Linda too." Ms. Ronson asked for attention and begun teaching math. Kelly Thurgood, her father owned a Shell gas station considered herself beautiful. She hated Melissa and Linda already for looking good and being richer than her, She didn't consider the new country girl a challenge or even wasted much attention to her. Melissa used the short recess speaking some more to the new girl."I think I recognized you by your perfume first. What is it?" "It's called Shalimar Summer. Want to try some?" "Yes I like that." Fiona handed her a heavy little atomizer. Melissa tested the perfume on her wrists and added some behind her ears."Oh that smells heavenly indeed." Linda tried it too and Fiona said."I can bring you some tomorrow." Melissa smiled."That would be wonderful. Well Mr. Kibler is next, he is our English teacher and then we have two hours of science classOne hour History. And then is lunch." "How is lunch?" Linda actually laughed."The way you eat, probably not enough. But it is okay I think." Melissa said."It's actually pretty bland and not very good." --""-- Peter wasn't even sure why he went back to the creek. It was way to late for fishing. While it was sort of okay to walk in this portion of the Carrington Estate, as it was considered an extension to the actual park and was beyond the old fence line; the groundskeepers usually didn't say much when they saw locals using the paved and the gravel paths for a walk or to run sometimes with their dogs, despite the signs 'No Trespassing - Private'; it was an entire different thing to fish or even hunt on these grounds. This time he didn't even have his rod or any of his gear with him. He simply liked the tranquility, the gargling stream and being away from everyone and everything. Here alone with his thoughts he knew he was a looser. That his life was more or less screwed from the begining. Not in small part due to his father, who was a serious criminal. He was thinking about the blonde in school, how unapproachable pretty she was and if she was a Farnsworth she was worth billions. He leaned on the rough rock of the old bridge and stared into the crystal clear water rushing below. He wven saw a trout as it effortless kept its position against the streaming water. He almost jumped out of his mind as someone next to him said."It's a big one. Too bad you didn't bring your rod, eh?" He turned and there was the hat, jeans and carhartt jacket wearing Texas girl. She had long black hair, dark brown eyes, behind those glasses. She was quite nice to look at. He blushed."Naa fishing here would be illegal for me. These are private grounds. You must have seen the No Trespassing signs coming here." "I didn't pay much attention to signs." "Saw you in school today. "What a coincident. It just happens that I went to school today." "Smartpants. So you are from Texas or so?" "Yeah small town, smaller than this one." Peter realized he was talking to a girl and not a guy. She wasn't one of her sisters and as he realized it, all his shyness came back. He swallowed hard. She wasn't stuck up like Melissa or the others, but she didn't look like a rich girl. Her clothing was clean but clearly not new. "You come here often? I mean this is sort of private land, but as long as you stay on this side of the old fence line they don't mind too much." "Unless you fish their trouts, eh?" She gestured around her."I am an outdoors sort of girl. I prefer this over walls and the sounds of the woods over people's noise. So yes I like to get out." "Well maybe you get to be in the cheersquad." "I am not sure. It looks that squad is full and they usually tap the pretty and the popular ones. Besides I am not going to high school to be a cheerleader." --""-- Almost four thousand miles to the south, Marsha Rockford followed the moves of a spandex clad aerobics instructor. She herself was dressed in neon pink skin tights, a midrift baring sport outfit and a crunchy holding her curly white blonde hair out of her sweaty face. The instructor suddenly stopped moving. Her lover Kevin holding the remote to the DVR player had paused the playback. A cigarette was dangling from the corner of his mouth."You know who has just surfaced and is back in the States?" Marsha reached for a water bottle and propped her left arm into her bony hip."Why don't you tell me, so I can go on with my workout." "Fiona Rockford." That had the desired effect and Marsha paid attention."That miserable bratt, if she had died that night as well. I woudn't have to live like this." "No, indeed not you be one of the richest people on the planet." "How do you know?" "James called. Letting me know." She leaned against the armrest of the living room couch, with a thoughtful face. Kevin crossing his arms."She is fifteen or sixteen and maybe she remembers who killed her mother." "She saw nothing. We wore masks and if she hadn't escaped into the safe room, I would not have to live in a double wide in a white trash neighborhood, but had a villa with servants and my own air plane." She got up and went to a shelf, pulling out a ring binder and after a few moments of flipping through pages and reading, she said to Kevin, who had retrieved a beer from the kitchen. "Here it is, the clause that still could make us rich!" Should that brat die before she becomes eighteen. I am the one inheriting Tiberius share of the Rockford billions." "Happens to be she is going to a public high school in a town calles Springfield, Vermont. That's what James said." "I am not letting this last chance pass by, Kevin. She has an accident and we are rich." "Okay and what is it we going to do?" "We are heading for Springfield after we rounded up some associates."

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