{ASST} Surprise {Mr_Ed} MFg, inc, cons

Disclaimer:
This story is entirely fiction, and has no basis or 
purpose other than to entertain.  It should not be 
read by any minor, for it is not intended as an 
instructional manual in sex.  If the idea of underage 
sex bothers you, do not read any further.

Touches of the desire to improve the economic 
conditions that exist in Jamaica happen to inflict 
their presence in this story.  So, if any reader 
happens to be in a position to assist with the 
country's enormous debt load, while it is far from the 
worst in this world, I know a few million people that 
would be happy about it.  It might even entice the 
missing half of the population (not my estimate) to 
return to their homeland.

The story itself had started to be a much longer one, 
and perhaps, one day, I might add to it.  Since the 
fantasy contained herein is just too far from reality, 
I somehow doubt that it will happen.


Surprise

by:  Mr. Ed

His lap was the usual place for Susan to occupy.  
Whenever he sat down to relax for a few minutes, she 
would climb up on him within moments of his butt 
contacting the seat.  Her young and beautiful mother 
had encouraged it from the first time she came to him 
and asked to sit there.  Depending on the climate and 
circumstances of the moment, they would sit on the 
front or back veranda, in his living room or even in 
the family room.

Originally, they were friendly neighbours that had 
come to chat with him soon after he first started 
building his home, but now the mother, Candice, 
actually did work for him, earning a small amount each 
week to take care of his laundry, and even the dishes 
after his meals.

Little Susan had become a regular worker in his home 
too, earning herself a little lunch money, or having 
her needs for school books and other needs satisfied 
by him.  She would assist her mother with the dishes, 
help him with whatever he was doing, passing him the 
tool he needed, and putting back the one he had 
finished with.  When he was doing something she 
couldn't help with, she would pick up things that had 
blown into his yard, rake the dead leaves and 
generally help him keep his home looking clean and 
neat.

Bruce had to appreciate Candice's willingness to be 
there, for she was a good looking but young woman 
since she had given birth to Susan at an age that was 
far too young.  To Bruce, she had just become a woman 
by turning twenty-one a few weeks ago, while Susan was 
all of nine years old.  Even though she was far to 
young for him, he found he appreciated the opportunity 
to observe Candice's sweet body, and admire the 
sensuality she could not hide.

Just to make matter worse, or better by his point of 
view, Candice often dressed in revealing clothes, and 
did the same for Susan.  As a direct result, he had 
seen Candice's not too large breasts almost with 
regularity, with less frequent views of her panty 
crotch as she bent over to make his bed.  On those 
occasions, he would either turn away as if he had not 
seen anything, or go about whatever he was doing as if 
he had not noticed.

The good part about it was they seemed to be 
completely comfortable with him, and neither Candice 
nor Susan ever showed any concern when they were alone 
with each other.  For Candice to come into the place 
he was sitting and finding Susan on his lap was as 
acceptable as any other occurrence of the day, and 
once in awhile earned him a smile from the girl's 
mother.

"Come and sit down awhile, Candice," called out Bruce.  
"It's far too hot to be working right now."

"It is a hot day, isn't it," she agreed as she 
considered and then left the work for a little while 
at least.  Coming out onto his back veranda made no 
difference in the temperature, for it was just as hot 
inside as out there.  Not a single leaf of any tree 
stirred for there was no breeze.  "I wonder how long 
this heat wave will last."

"According to the weather forecast I watched last 
night, it should end in a couple of days, so I'm not 
planning on any work until then.  Those things you 
were doing can wait as well, for I have a large enough 
wardrobe that they are not important."

"What I should do is put on some supper," suggested 
Candice.

"If we have the components, why not make us a nice 
salad?" he suggested.    "Lettuce, pop chow, celery, 
sweet peppers, cheese and whatever else is available."
"That would be enough for you?" she questioned.  "It 
doesn't sound like enough to satisfy a big man."

"It sounds delicious, and my mouth is watering 
already.  Would Susan and you be willing to make do 
with a salad?"

"That would be wonderful," she agreed.  "Are you 
inviting us for supper again?"

"Would you stop with the nonsense?" he requested.  
"Just plan on feeding the three of us when you are 
preparing meals.  Gives me a chance to enjoy your 
company a little longer as well."

"Gives you a chance?" she responded.  "Who do you 
think gets the most out of those times if not Susan 
and myself?"

"Should I put your tools away, Uncle Bruce?" asked 
Susan as she arrived on the veranda.

"What have you been doing that you are sweating like 
that, Susan?" asked Bruce.

"Cleaning up the yard, Uncle Bruce," she reported.  
"Man, it sure is hot today!"

"Come out of the sun, leave the tools until later, and 
come freshen up.  You're soaking wet!" he observed.  
"As a matter of fact, how would you like to really 
freshen up, and spend some time in the fountain pool?"

"You'd let me go into your fountain?" she asked.

"I don't have a swimming pool for you to get into, so 
it's the only place you could get wet.  When you come 
out, though, you will need to get into some shade 
quickly or you will get burnt by the hot sun."

"Is it okay with you, Mommy?" she asked.  "Please?"

"When Uncle Bruce says something to you, you do not 
need to ask me if it is alright.  Come over here and 
let me help you."

Susan went to stand before her mother, had her blouse 
removed, and then her little skirt.  "Since your yard 
is so private, would she be able to go in without her 
panties?"

"There's still me here," he reminded her.  "Susan 
wouldn't want to be naked with me here."

"What are you talking about?" asked Candice.

"Sure I would," exclaimed Susan.

"I'm not going to argue with the two of you," he 
stated holding his hands up.  "It's okay with me, as 
long as you two are okay with it."

Susan's panties came off, she came over to him, gave 
him a kiss on his cheek, and then headed out into the 
sun, until she reached and climbed into the pool 
around the fountain in the centre of his back yard.  
Her laughter filled the air as she ducked down to get 
wet, and then went under the spray of water from the 
spewing fountain head.

"This is the biggest compliment I've been paid in a 
long time, Candice," he told her mother as they 
watched her play.  "Thank you for trusting me this 
much with your sweet daughter."

"She's totally in love with you, Uncle Bruce," 
reported Candice.  "Her mother feels about the same, I 
suppose."

"You find an even bigger compliment," he responded.  
"Thank you!  If it wasn't so hot, I'd try to sneak in 
one of those wonderful hugs you give me once in 
awhile."

"I don't care how hot I am, those hugs are available 
to you at any time you want one," declared Candice as 
she came over to where he was sitting.

"Hey, I'm not going to pass up one of those," he 
declared as he stood to accept her into his arms.  
"How I wish I could loose a few years so I could 
romance such a pretty woman."

"Don't you realizing the wonderful way you treat Susan 
and me has been romancing us from the beginning?" she 
asked.  "It worked, for we both love you more than you 
seem to realize."

"You had better go and sit down over there, Candice," 
he said with a smile.  "Thank you for the hug, and 
your sweet words though."

"Why are you wanting to get rid of me?" she asked.

"Because you are young, beautiful, and have an effect 
upon a man that he can't hide so easily," he 
explained.  "I'm sorry, but you really are beautiful!"

"Don't hide it then," she said.  "I don't mind feeling 
it against me.  As a matter of fact, it is beginning 
to feel really wonderful!"

Bruce looked down into her upturned face, traced her 
eyebrows with his finger, ran it down her damp nose, 
and then over her sweet lips.  "You are so damned 
beautiful, Candice," he reported.  "It's hard having 
you around and not making a pass at you.  Oh, how I 
wish I was younger, and could win your heart."
"You've already won my heart, Bruce," she declared, 
using his first name for the first time he could 
recall.  You're not too old to use that as an excuse, 
so make a pass at me.  If you want to, you will get 
what you wish."

"I can't risk loosing your friendship, or the help you 
give me," he said.

"You won't!" she declared.  "If you decide you want 
me, it would only make things better for both of us."
"I've wanted you from the first time I saw you, but 
that was pure sex back then.  Now, if we did anything, 
it would be so much more."

"Better than I hoped for," she declared.  "You want me 
now, or should we wait until it is cooler?"

"Sleep with me tonight?" he asked.

"All night long," she agreed.  "Everything I've got is 
here for you."

"Susan can sleep in the spare bedroom, while I take 
advantage of her beautiful mother," he suggested.  
"You won't be my fantasy tonight, but the real thing."

"That's what it means to me, too, Bruce," she said.  
"You've had me every night, and sometimes during the 
days as well, from the first day we met."

Bruce crouched down, put his arm under her butt, and 
lifted her up against his chest.  Softly at first 
their lips came together, her legs came up and as the 
kissing became more passionate, she moved her crotch 
against his very erect penis, albeit inside his pants.

"You guys are finally kissing," came the voice from 
beside them.  "It's about time!  I'm jealous though!" 
added Susan.

"Get your towel, Susan," instructed her mother.  "Let 
Uncle Bruce dry you off before you get too hot again.  
You and I will take up this later, Bruce," she said 
directly to him.

"Isn't she a little too old for me to be drying her 
off?" he asked.

"Forget that and just do your job," instructed her 
mother.  "I'm going to make the finest salad ever for 
my man, and his girls."

"How do you feel about me drying off that sweet little 
body, Susan?" he asked.

"About as happy as I could be," she declared.  "It was 
wonderful seeing you and Mommy kissing.  My prayers 
are being answered."

"Would you tell me what you prayed for?" he asked as 
he dried her upper body and arms.

"That we would be a family," she said shyly.

"Would that be your mother's wish too?" he asked.

"Her biggest wish!" exclaimed Susan.  "She cries out 
your name every night before she goes to sleep."

"Well, I'll be damned!" he exclaimed.  "Really?" he 
questioned.

"Really!" she confirmed.  "I'm going to be dry before 
you get around to it, Uncle Bruce, if you don't finish 
drying me off."

"Spread your legs open, then," he instructed as he 
moved down to her bum and crotch area.  Her legs 
spread, and he proceeded to continue going over her 
every place, getting her totally dry a few moments 
later.  

"You're a little too old for me to be doing your 
private areas, Susan," he said as he finished.

"I wish I was older so you would enjoy touching me 
more," she countered.  "You can do this anytime you 
want.  How about putting on some baby powder for me?"

"Good idea," came Candice's voice as she passed the 
powder to Susan.  "I was just coming out to suggest 
it."

"Are you sure, Candice?" he asked with doubt showing 
on his face clearly.

"I couldn't be any more sure," she confirmed.  "I know 
she is young, Bruce, but she's your little girl as 
much as mine, and I want you to enjoy her when she is 
willing to share herself with you."

"Do you have any idea of what a wonderful gift you 
just gave me?" he asked of Candice.  "That's the most 
loving, wonderful thing I could imagine, sharing your 
daughter with me, especially when it includes intimate 
contact."

"Now you get an inkling of how much we love you, 
Bruce," she responded.  "Take your time, enjoy her as 
much as she will enjoy your hands on her, and then we 
can have a little of the salad to hold us until 
supper."

"You know where I want to get these hands, don't you?" 
he asked.

"Practice on her, and do me later," she instructed.  
"Let her feel the thrill of your hands as if it was me 
you were doing.  She's been a good girl, and deserves 
that much."

Bruce looked from one smiling face to the other.  
"Spread your towel on the lounge chair and stretch 
out, Susan," he instructed.

"I'll finish getting the salads, Bruce," she advised.  
"You feel like Ranch dressing today?"

"Thousand Island if there is any," he stated.

"Coming up," she said.  "You have from ten to fifteen 
minutes, unless you want more."

Bruce went over and crouched beside the lounge chair 
where Susan was laying on her belly.  Moving her hair 
out of the way, he sprinkled a little on her back, and 
began to spread it around with his one hand.  Adding a 
little more, he did her shoulders, both her sides, and 
then went to work on her arms.  Once again he added 
some powder, spread it over her butt, going down the 
slot twice, once on each side.  From there, he did her 
furthest leg, then the nearest one, before she spread 
her legs wide apart.

"You still have to do in between," she stated quietly.  
With some powder added to his fingers, he reached down 
and spread it over the two halves of her crotch, then 
went up to spread a little more around but not on her 
anus.  As he finished that, Susan turned over to offer 
her front to him.

"This is the most wonderful thing to happen to me, 
Uncle Bruce," she said.

"You are a very pretty young girl, Susan, and doing 
this is a real privilege to me," he told her.

"Does that mean you wouldn't mind doing it again after 
I bathe other days?" she asked.

"If that is what you want, and Mommy agrees, I'd be 
happy to do this again.  Look at this!  You're breasts 
are starting to form."

"Oh does that feel nice when you touch them like that.  
I wish they would grow a little faster so you can 
enjoy them more."

"You are growing fast enough, and don't need to rush 
it, darling," he counselled her.  "They are beautiful 
already!"

"Am I going to be able to call you 'Daddy' when you 
and Mommy have had sex?" she asked.

"Mommy would have to agree with that, but that you 
want to is a great compliment to me, Susan.  I know 
I'd be very pleased that you would consider it."

"Then I'm not waiting, from now on I'm calling you 
Daddy!  Mommy won't mind, I'm sure!"

As he started to do near her vulva, Susan lifted her 
legs high into the air, spread them wide to give him 
full access, and of course a clear view of her most 
private part.

"I already did it from when you were on your belly, 
Susan," he told her.

"Do it again, please Daddy?  I love that I can show 
you, and have you touch me down there.  It feels so 
wonderful!"

"Feeling sexy, are you?" he mentioned.

"Just the same as I know Mommy is feeling," she 
replied.  "Please do it again for me, Daddy?"

His fingers were gentle, carefully doing each side of 
her slot.  When his fingers were left without powder, 
he placed the tips of them on her clitoris, rubbed 
back and forth a little, and gave Susan a sexual 
climax.  With a soft little moan, she curled up into 
the fetal position on her side, and let the feelings 
course throughout her body.

"Thank you, Daddy," she whispered as she lay there in 
the midst of the sensations.  "I love you so much!"

"I love you too, Susan," he said as he leaned over to 
kiss her cheek.  Before he could pull away, she turned 
and pressed her lips to his, and kissed him firmly.

"Oh, good," exclaimed Candice as she came out from the 
kitchen.  In her hands were three bowls of salad, all 
topped with the Thousand Island dressing he had 
requested.  "She deserved to come, Uncle Bruce."

"He's 'Daddy' now, Mommy," called out Susan.

"Thank God!" she exclaimed.  "Come and eat before I 
jump you right now, Daddy.  I've never been so happy!"

"Why those tears then?" he asked as he approached her.

"Your fault, Daddy," she exclaimed.  "I love you so 
much and have wanted this for so long that I can't 
even remember."

"You know that I'm going to be taking advantage of 
your young body, and are that happy about it?  How did 
I ever get so lucky?" asked Bruce.

"By being the greatest man alive," declared Candice as 
she threw her arms around him.  The kiss was as 
passionate as it could be, and his hands explored her 
back, all the way down to her legs.

"Are you going to come and live with me, Candice?" he 
asked.

"May I?" she asked.

"Hey, beautiful, you're not supposed to answer a 
question with a question!" he exclaimed.

"I'll live where you want for as long as you want me 
to be with you," she said.  "I'll give you so much 
sex, you might get tired, but then I'll sing you to 
sleep.  Oh, yes, I want to live with you, Bruce.  Both 
of us will do everything we can to make you happy!"

"Hey now, you're offering a little girl," he pointed 
out.  "It's not her time to start that yet."

"You tell her that, for she wouldn't hear it from me," 
she said.  "In the meantime, you can have your fun in 
me, any way you want it!  It's all here for you."

"I'll put the salads back in the fridge," suggested 
Susan.  "You two go have your fun, and I'll bring them 
back when you are done."

"I don't want to wait, Bruce," she said.  "Take me 
right here and now!"

"In front of Susan?" he asked.  He was already 
starting to remove her skimpy top, exposing her small 
breasts.

"Forget her, and get it in me," she said as she shoved 
his shorts down along with he briefs.

Going down together, they were soon enjoying the 
pumping of his cock inside her young body, and she 
made no pretence of hiding her feelings as she cried 
out with each and every stroke.  It only lasted until 
Candice had her first and only climax, this being the 
signal for him to let himself have his own climax.  
His seed flowed out into her vagina, as she clung onto 
his body.

"I do believe you are my lady now, Candy," he told her 
as they remained together.

"I've been yours for a long time, but you didn't know 
it," she said.  "Oh, how I love you Bruce!  Thank you 
for making my life so wonderful!"

"I guess it is mutual then, for I'm rather excited 
about the prospects for my future with you, darling.  
We'll have to get Susan's room ready before her 
bedtime if she is to have a place to sleep tonight."

"With that big bed you have, there would be room for 
her to sleep there tonight," she suggested.  "She 
knows what we will be doing, and will probably be 
asleep for the most of the times we do it anyway."

"Rather liberal in your feelings about your daughter, 
aren't you," he commented.  "Come on, lets go and get 
that salad you prepared."

"Since I've got to keep you healthy, I suppose so," 
she said.  Then she groaned as his penis was pulled 
out of her vagina.  "Remember it's yours to park it in 
anytime you want, Bruce."

"Come and take a dip in the fountain before we eat," 
he said as he pulled her gently by her hand.  Her 
laughter was that of a school girl as they crossed the 
distance in between, and then climbed into the pool.  
Both of them lowered themselves below the surface, 
getting wet from head to toe, climbed back out, and 
headed for the veranda once again.

"Here's yours, Daddy," said Susan as she set it down 
before him, "yours too, Mommy!"

"Are you happy, Susan?" asked Candice.

"So happy, I can't stop crying," she exclaimed as she 
ran into her arms.

"Now you are all wet again," stated Candice.

"Daddy is busy with his food, so I'll have to go in 
the pool again later so he will have to dry me off!" 
she exclaimed.

"You don't need to be wet to have Daddy touch you, 
Susan," she explained.  "He will be touching you 
often, and you'll be able to have that same feeling 
many times over the next few years.  Go sit and eat 
your salad, baby!"

"You'll need to use the cooler part of the day to get 
some of the things you will need from your place," 
suggested Bruce before he took another mouthful.

"There's not much that we need apart from our clothes, 
Bruce," said Candice.  "The furniture is not ours, 
left there by the owner when he let us live there.  
Thank God that I've been able to pay some of the rent 
we owed him, thanks to working for you, Bruce.  I 
guess he took pity on us when I gave birth to Susan."

"May I ask, since we are going to be so close, how you 
came by Susan?" asked Bruce.

"I was raped when I was eleven, kicked out of the 
house when I started showing, and happened to come 
through this area.  I had been walking a long way, and 
had a leg cramp, and this man came over to help me.  
He called his wife, and they said I could stay in the 
house up there.  That's where I gave birth, with her 
helping deliver my baby."

"And you have lived there ever since," he concluded.  
"This salad is perfect, darling.  Do you have any idea 
of how much you owe this man?"

"Since I didn't pay any rent for several years, until 
you came here, it's a lot, but I have no idea of how 
much," she declared.

"That's about six years you didn't pay?" he questioned 
in surprise.  "Do I know this man?"

"He's your best friend that I know of," she said.  
"You call him Gordon, but I call him Mr. Mitchell."
"Now I do understand," he said.  "I'll be sure to 
thank him when I see him next."

"He's been telling me to stick close to you, and try 
to make you happy, as if anyone needed to tell me 
that," she explained.  "I'd do anything for you, 
Bruce.  That includes giving you Susan.  She can learn 
the good side of sex from you, and be a better person 
for your lessons.  After you break her cherry, I'll 
put an I U D up into her to keep her from giving us a 
grandchild too early."

"How do you feel about another child?" he asked.
"Yours?" she asked.  "Don't do that to me!  I don't 
think I could be any happier than I am right now!"

"If you'd be willing, I'd love to have another baby to 
brighten up our home," he told her.

"Candice came over, knelt down before him, and kissed 
his foot.  I'd love to have a baby for you, Bruce.  
Would you let me?"

"Expect me to be there when the baby comes out," he 
said.  "I want to be a part of the child's life from 
the very beginning."
"While I don't have a say in it, do you want a boy or 
a girl?" she asked, tears dripping from her cheeks as 
she looked up into his face.

"Healthy is all I ask," he replied.  "I might have to 
practice to get my aim straight."

"When I can't give you practice, Susan will be here to 
take my place," she said.  "Oh, Bruce, you've made me 
so happy!"

"Go wash that pretty face of yours, sweetheart," he 
advised.  "I never want you to be crying when I am 
inside you."


They did not bother moving anything from the old house 
until the next morning, but did complete the task 
before the heat of the day came down upon them.  Bruce 
placed a call to his friend, Gordon, and informed him 
of the house being vacated.  His offer to pay at least 
some of the back rent were refused, and Gordon and his 
wife were promised a home cooked meal sometime over 
the next few weeks, waiting until the heat wave broke.

Mostly everyone in the area were keeping indoors these 
days, and the community seemed quieter than at any 
time previously seen by Bruce.  It was the first time 
to feel the heat so oppressive, that Bruce also placed 
a call to his brother back in Canada.  Explaining the 
situation, Bruce arranged to send the money for him to 
buy an air conditioner capable of cooling his entire 
home and some solar panels to take advantage of the 
electricity it could provide the house.  Later that 
same day, his brother called him to say it had been 
shipped already, and to give him the details so it 
could be collected at the airport the next day.  He 
had used his own funds to expedite the shipment, and 
Bruce would be able to transfer the funds when he went 
to the airport tomorrow to collect the shipment.


Both the girls were all excited when they finished 
breakfast, and ready to travel.  Neither was prepared 
for when he came out of the garage driving the truck.  
They knew it was there, but had never seen him drive 
it past the day he drove it into the garage.  It was, 
however, just as comfortable as any car, the 
difference being they were so much higher than the 
road.  Regardless, the songs rang forth as they rolled 
along towards the airport.

Pulling into a shopping centre, Bruce made the 
necessary transfer of funds, the size of which 
prevented him from doing it on line unless he did it 
over several days.  The reception, and service were 
outstanding, for even though he was not in the branch 
regularly, he was regarded as their best customer, and 
treated accordingly.  It was the next stop that 
surprised the girls as he headed into a clothing 
store.

"Mister Burns," greeted the approaching manager.  
"What a pleasant surprise to see you again.  A few 
more shirts, or another suit today?"

"A special task for you," he replied.  "Full outfits 
for my two ladies, starting from scratch, and giving 
them a complete wardrobe.  Measure them for size and 
then do the selections based on the types of things 
they point out they like.  You fill in all the gaps, 
get them enough choices so they don't run out, and 
when it is assembled, deliver them to our home."

"Then it sounds like congratulations are in order," 
she replied.  "Leave them with me for half an hour, 
and I'll know what to do from there, Sir."

"This is the most expensive store in the city, Bruce," 
commented Candice.  "What are you doing?"

"I'm making sure my girls are comfortable, have what 
they need, and are happy," he replied.

"We don't need more than you to be happy, Bruce," 
replied Candice.

"Off you go, for I have another store to visit.  I'll 
see you again in about half an hour."

"Did I tell you how much I love you yet today, Daddy?" 
asked Susan.

"At least a couple of times, but I could always use a 
reminder," he replied as she came into his arms.  
"Have fun, and pick out a good bathing suit too, 
darling."

"A bikini?" she asked.

"No!" he replied firmly.  "A one piece, covering more 
than you want covered type!"

"Spoil sport, but I still love you, Daddy!"

"Love you too, princess, now go!" he ordered.

Bruce went over to the hardware and building supply 
store in the mall, was greeted there as well, and 
discussed his plans with the owner/manager.  When he 
left, he knew things would happen as they should.

Back in the clothing store, the girls were ready, the 
manager thanked, and then they headed into the local 
drug store.  Shopping carts were filled with the items 
the girls would need for personal grooming, and 
hygiene.  As they were being checked at the register, 
Bruce left the girls and disappeared into the store.  
They were almost finished the checkout process when he 
returned.  In his hand was a box held behind his back.

"Come here, Susan," he ordered.  She did, was turned 
with her back to him, and had her eyes covered by his 
hand.

"Check this please, Miss, and slip it into a bag so 
nosy doesn't see it."

The smile on the check out girl's face was broad, warm 
and wonderful, just as the smile worn by Candice.  As 
soon as the bag was handed to him, Susan was released 
from captivity.

"I don't know what it is, Daddy, but I know I'm going 
to love it, almost as much as I love you.  Whatever it 
is, thank you, Daddy!"

"It's a big box of purple dye so that I can pour it 
over you," he informed her.

"Then I'll bet I'll look good in purple," she said.  
"You can't worry me that easy!"

"Give it to her now, Daddy," suggested the store 
manager from behind him.

"You think she deserves this?" he asked of the 
manager, and the assembled group of shoppers and 
staff.

"Most of all she deserves you as a Daddy," said the 
manager.  "Let me give you the manager's discretion 
discount on all your purchases, but I do think she 
deserves it, Daddy.  What a delight she is!"

"Okay, my teasing you for awhile has been spoiled so 
here you go, Susan."

"I won't look if you don't want me to, Daddy," she 
declared.  "You can tease me for awhile first, if you 
want."

"You'd have these good people lynch me if you didn't 
look, darling.  No, sweetie, this is for you right 
now, and I hope you like it."

"Thanks, Daddy," she said as she slipped the bag down 
off the box.  "Daddy!  For me?  A huge big doll for 
me?"

"For you, my princess!" he confirmed.

The shriek she let out was very loud, but not loud 
enough to drown out the applause of the audience as 
she came into his arms.  "Oh, Daddy!  She is 
wonderful, just like you!  Thank you, Daddy!  Thank 
you!"

"My staff will take these things to your car, Sir, but 
I'd like to make a personal contribution to your two 
ladies, and yourself.  How about a nice large ice 
cream cone of your favourite flavour?"

"That would be wonderful, and I thank you," said 
Bruce.  "May we return for it in about half an hour?  
I will need to put a little lunch into these bellies 
first."
"You most certainly may," he agreed.  "My name is Fred 
Wilton, and I hope we have an opportunity beyond 
today, to serve you, Sir."

"My name is Bruce Burns, and you will most certainly 
see me again, although not that often.  I'm not one 
for shopping if I can avoid it."

"The Bruce Burns?  Here in Jamaica, in my store?" he 
said stepping back.  "You are Bruce Burns?"

"I could check my wallet, but I'm reasonably sure of 
that, Mr. Wilton," he said.

"We were joking about the need for your being here in 
our Chamber of Commerce meeting yesterday, and here 
you are!  I am truly honoured to meet you, Sir!"

"Is my Daddy some big man, Mr. Wilton?" asked Susan.

"Bigger than any man I know of, darling," he replied.  
"He is known all around the world, and has done some 
remarkable things in his days."

"Well he sure is a big man to me," declared Susan.

"What kind of things, Mr. Wilton?" asked Candice.

"Last year, he saved a country in Africa from the 
drought that threatened to starve the people there.  
They are still searching for him to pay him tribute 
for what he did."

"The Kenya affair?" she asked.

"That's the one," he confirmed.  "He's a hero in more 
than that country too!"

"We're coming back for the ice cream, Mr. Wilton," he 
warned him.

"You may come back for anything you want in this 
store, Mr. Burns," said the manager.  "This world 
could not repay what you've done to help people.  God 
bless you, Sir!"

"Thank you, Mr. Wilton, but if you wouldn't mind, I 
would prefer a low profile since I don't wish to move 
from Jamaica."

"You really live here?" he asked.  "Now I feel like 
your daughter, just given a fabulous gift.  If there 
is anything I could do for you, day or night, please 
don't hesitate to ask.  Here's my card, and my home 
and personal cell numbers are on there."

"I'll likely give you a call once things settle down, 
Mr. Wilton," said Bruce.  "I'd like to hear why my 
name came up in the Chamber meeting, so I'm curious 
and will call."

"Do you like Chinese cuisine?" asked Mr. Wilton.  "We 
have a new, but very good Chinese restaurant just 
opened across the way."

Bruce checked his watch, and replied, "Chinese food is 
one of my favourites, Mr. Wilton, and we have enough 
time to give it a try, if they are not too slow."

"This is very presumptuous, but may I buy you and your 
family lunch?  I don't have to be there to interfere 
with you or your family."

"The conditions are that my name is Bruce, yours is 
Fred, this is Candice and my princess is Susan.  Now 
in addition, we would not consider lunch without you 
being there.  What do you say?"

"Wow!" he exclaimed.  "Susan, would you do something 
for me, since I can't do it myself.  Would you give 
your Daddy the sweetest kiss you can manage for me?"

"Any excuse I can get," she declared as she launched 
herself into his arms.  "This is from Mr. Wilton, 
Daddy!"  She placed a long, firm kiss on his lips as 
she rested in his embrace.  "I don't know about you 
being a big man like Mr. Wilton says, but you are the 
big man of my life, and I love you, Daddy!"

"Take care of Mr. Burns' things like your jobs 
depended upon it," ordered Mr. Wilton to his staff.  
"We'll load them when he is ready for them.  Come, 
Bruce, let's us go get you some lunch."

"You had better get your doll out of the box, Susan," 
he advised as he set her back on her feet.  "Are you 
coming sweetheart?"

"Not unless Mr. Wilton agrees to tell me more about 
the big man I've become involved with!" she declared.
"Oh, I could certainly tell you the little I know, 
Mrs. Burns," he assured her.

"Did that ever sound nice!" she declared.  "I can't 
claim that yet, but it sure sounded nice, Mr. Wilton."

They crossed the parking lot together, rushing out of 
the way of an over anxious driver, and approached the 
new restaurant.  Even before they got to the door, it 
was held open to them, and waiters were scrambling 
around inside.  One man, Chinese, and better dressed 
than the other staff came forward, bowed and said, "My 
humble establishment is honoured by your presence, Mr. 
Burns.  My friend, Mr. Wilton it is always nice to 
see."

Bruce bowed slightly, to the delight of the owner, and 
followed him inside the restaurant, going directly to 
the large table right at the front of the restaurant, 
near a small pool of water.  Done in the style of an 
Oriental garden, it had water flowing enough to be 
heard, and fish swimming in the lower pool.  "Now this 
is nice," he told the owner.  "While I prefer the 
normal pace of a meal, my time is limited today.  May 
I place my order now, and have it preparing while we 
take in the ambiance of your establishment?"

"Would you have preferences, or may I prepare some 
things for you, Sir?" asked the owner.

"My taste, and probably suitable to my ladies, calls 
for spring rolls, sweet and sour chicken in 
vegetables, a few chicken balls on the side with the 
same sauce, deep fried wontons, chicken fried rice, 
tea for the adults and a glass of milk for the young 
lady."

"A man of distinction with distinguished taste," 
observed the owner.  "May I presume some opening 
refreshments to wet your appetite?"

"Would you have grapefruit juice?" asked Bruce.
"Most certainly," he confirmed.  "And for my friend, 
Mr. Wilton?"

"Oh, I defer to the master's menu, Mr. Chang," he 
responded.  "He knows more about your food than I do."

As the owner bowed and backed away, Candice looked 
across the table at Fred, and asked, "Would you please 
give me an idea of just how big this man is, Fred?"

"He's about as big as you can imagine," he replied.  
"I know he still remains involved in so many 
international companies, that nobody has any idea of 
how many there are.  We know that he cares about 
people, was the first to give aid after a devastating 
earthquake in the Pacific rim, has irrigated Kenya, as 
you know, and is the most loving father I've ever met.  
When I get home, my kids are going to find out how I 
forget to show them how great I think they are, all 
because of his example.  Ever since I first learned 
about him, he has been the example I've tried to 
follow in life."

"The big trouble with what you tell me is that the 
Kenya thing only happened last year, and he was here 
all during that time.  How could he do anything while 
he was sitting in his home, and I was doing the 
laundry for him?"

"With the aid of computers, telephones, and such, it 
is possible to keep in touch with the world from 
anyplace in Jamaica, darling.  I did what I needed to 
do over the computer and on the telephone.  Usually I 
have three of four contacts with somewhere in the 
world just about every day."

"Does anyone else know you are in Jamaica, Bruce?" 
asked Fred.

"A handful, but not that many," replied Bruce.  "If 
too many knew, I'd be swamped every day, so only a few 
here in Jamaica, such as yourself, know of where I am 
right now." 

"But wouldn't people know from the dot, j m of your 
address?" questioned Fred.

"I'm hooked via satellite direct with the major 
internet hub in the American desert," he explained.  
"I don't use any local services."

"The light of understanding comes on," he explained.  
"What a fantastic arrangement that must be," he went 
on.

"A little faster than most would know about," 
confirmed Bruce.  "Ah, here come the drinks."

The drinks, the food, everything was well prepared and 
enjoyed, and certainly done in a reasonable time 
frame.  It was near the end of the meal that the owner 
came up to him once again, and asked if everything was 
to his satisfaction.

"Not only mine, but I believe to everyone's 
satisfaction.  My compliments, Mr. Chang."

"Would you indulge this humble man with your 
autograph, Mr. Burns?" asked the owner as he produced 
a magazine.

"What's that?" asked Candice.  "May I see the cover 
for a moment?"

"Oh, Lord, this one," exclaimed Bruce as he turned it 
face down.  Slowly, he held it up for Candice to 
read."

"The world's most eligible bachelor is M.I.A.," she 
quoted.  "What does M.I.A. mean, Bruce?"

"Missing in action, I presume," he replied.

"You were responsible for saving the life of my sister 
in China when you sent the help that dug her out of 
the landslide, Mr. Burns, and it has been my privilege 
to serve this meal to you and your company with my 
compliments and gratitude."  The bow he gave almost 
touched the floor.

Bruce signed the magazine cover that showed his face, 
returned it to Mr. Chang, and prepared to depart from 
the restaurant.  "We shall return, Mr. Chang, now that 
we know you are here.  Please keep me in touch with 
how your sister is getting along since the slide, and 
I know she will be alright with you so interested in 
her welfare."

"It is the middle of the night right now, but the work 
on her new home, on top of a mountain, will restart in 
the morning, Mr. Burns.  She will never have such a 
problem again."

"Then it remains for us to collect the ice cream Fred 
promised, and to get to the airport.  My shipment 
should be arriving right about now," said Bruce.  
"Thank you, Mr. Chung, and we will talk when we meet 
again."

They left the restaurant, and Bruce almost immediately 
noticed four motorcycle police officers sitting near 
his truck.  Wondering what it was about, he still went 
with Fred to his store, and was the last one to select 
his ice cream favourite flavour.  Then, with the staff 
pushing the cart out towards the truck, the four 
officers got off their cycles, and came to stand at 
attention, with the highest ranking officer saluting.

"Thank you, officer," said Bruce as he returned the 
salute.  "Would you and your men please stand at ease 
and explain what this is about?"

"One of my men noticed your arrival in the plaza, and 
happened to be in the pharmacy when you were 
identified.  Doing his duty, he reported in to me, and 
I passed the information up the chain of command.  We 
are here on the orders of the Prime Minister, and have 
been ordered to escort you while you go about your 
business, Sir!"

"Is there anyway for me to speak to your Prime 
Minister, officer?  I was not particularly interested 
in such a high profile."

"He's on the way to the airport or in the air already, 
Sir.  He will be here very soon, for you are the most 
honoured guest of this island we have had in a long 
time.  We will be guarding the both of you upon his 
arrival, Sir."

"Sorry to interrupt, Bruce, but may Susan and I add a 
little to your bill at the clothing store?  We can't 
meet the Prime Minister dressed like this."

"Damned if I know why not, but go ahead if you want.  
We are getting a little late for getting the shipment 
at the airport, for it must have landed by now."

"We'll hurry, Bruce," she declared as Susan was 
dragged rapidly towards the store entrance.

"Is the shipment in your name, Sir?" asked the 
officer.

"I would presume so," he confirmed.  "I didn't give 
any different instructions."

"Any idea what airline?"

"In Jamaica, what else than Air Jamaica?" asked Bruce.

The officer excused himself while Bruce loaded the 
drug store goods into the back of his truck.  Then he 
climbed up into the box, and started moving them to 
some bins he had along the furthest wall, suitable to 
hold smaller items while leaving space for bigger 
ones.

"Now we must wait for the women of my life, officer," 
he said.  "I guess that is something I'm going to have 
to get used to."

"I've taken the liberty to get your shipment checked 
through and it is ready for you, or will be when we 
arrive.  We also have a car coming to carry you, and I 
would like to offer one of my men to drive your truck, 
Sir.  You and yours can travel in the car, and we'll 
get your shipment and link up with you when you are 
ready.  Here is the car now.  It's the best we could 
manage on short notice, Sir!"

"So much for my low profile," commented Bruce.  "Would 
you look at my ladies!" he exclaimed as he started 
towards them.  "Excuse me, officer."

Bruce walked far enough to meet his girls, who were 
looking finer than he had ever seen them.  They were 
spectacularly beautiful in his eyes.

"Would you look at the two of you!" he exclaimed.

"These didn't cost extra, Bruce," reported Candice.  
"They were part of the things the store manager had 
picked out for us.  Do you like them?"

"Beauty, elegance and charm all wrapped up in two 
perfect packages," he said.  "What's not to like?  You 
are spectacular!"

"She even taught us how to curtsy, Daddy," offered 
Susan as she performed a neat little curtsy.

"Well you two have brought on a change in lifestyle 
that I didn't expect, but you are worth it.  It seems 
we are going to the airport in this car, while an 
officer will be driving the truck.  We might as well 
get moving if you are both ready."

"Did you see our evening bags, Daddy?" asked Susan.  
"The lady even put a hundred dollar bill in mine.  I'm 
rich!"

Bruce almost fell when she said that.  One of the 
officers was quick to his side to prevent him from 
landing on the ground and then helped him back on his 
feet.  His laughter was louder than even he expected, 
and caught the attention of others in and about the 
parking lot.  When he had passed the keys to the truck 
to an officer, he climbed in to join his girls.

"What's that long face for, Susan?" he asked as he 
noticed it.

"You laughed at me," she said.

"No, baby, I didn't laugh at you, for you are richer 
than you could ever know.  Inside that pretty little 
head is the finest mind, and a little lower is the 
sweetest heart that could fit into such a small 
person.  No, baby, you are one of the richest people 
I've ever known, next to your mother."

"How do you know how to make me feel so wonderful 
every time, Daddy?" she asked.  "Thanks, and I love 
you, and may I keep the money?"

"Absolutely," he agreed.  "May I add just a little to 
it?"

"Sure," she confirmed holding her purse open to him.  
Her eyes nearly popped as she saw the fresh, clean 
crisp thousand dollar bill being added.

"When you run a little short, let me know, darling," 
instructed Bruce.

"Why is every car stopping to let us through, Bruce?" 
asked Candice.

"If you opened the window a little, you'd be able to 
hear the police sirens they are using to escort us, 
the last thing I wanted."

"Your truck is behind us, Daddy," reported Susan.

"He's taking advantage of our escort," reported Bruce.  
"I'm going to try to put an end to this later today."

"Why, Bruce?" asked Candice.  "I don't understand."

"The celebrity lifestyle is not necessarily a nice 
one, darling," he explained.  "If you want us to have 
any privacy, then you won't want this to continue."

"It's nice for the moment, but I see what you mean," 
she said with understanding.

The car moved straight into the airport through the 
opened security gates.  Officers stood at attention on 
either side, saluting as they passed through.  Leaning 
to one side, he noticed the flag on the front fender, 
and understood why.  He had been given diplomatic 
status, and was being treated as a dignitary.

His car and the airplane came to a stop at about the 
same moment near a covered carpeted area.  The car 
door was opened for them to get out, the guards 
standing giving them a full formal salute.  As the 
plane door opened the guard beside it also snapped to 
a full salute, and the Prime Minister emerged.  Bruce 
and the Prime Minister closed the distance between 
them, stopped and shook hands.

"Welcome to Jamaica, Mr. Burns.  We are honoured by 
your arrival here."

"Then you will be surprised to know I was here, voted 
for you and watched your inauguration as the Prime 
Minister, Mr. Goldman.  My congratulations and 
compliments on the victory."

"So that's why we can't find when you arrived, nor 
how," he said.  "How long have you been here, between 
us?"

"Several years now," he replied.  "I'd have to go back 
and look up the date to be sure."

"You voted?  Are you a citizen of Jamaica?"

"The first time I came here in the late seventies, I 
knew I'd be living here.  I applied for it at the same 
time, and it took a few years, but finally came 
through."

"Introduce me to these beautiful ladies, and please, 
may we talk later?"

"Mr. Prime Minister, the Most Honourable Bruce 
Goldman, I'd like to introduce two very special ladies 
to you, Ms. Candice Grey, and Ms. Susan Grey.  Ladies, 
the Prime Minister of Jamaica."

Bruce had to turn away and smile at the perfect 
curtsies of his two ladies, and how they were 
conducting themselves before the political leader of 
the country.  They exchanged a few brief words, words 
that included the introduction of Susan's doll.

"Mr. Burns, is there any chance of me imposing on your 
time, and spending a little time in conversation with 
you?" asked the PM.

"I believe your time is under greater restraints than 
mine, Mr. Goldman.  If you have the time, then I'm 
very willing."

"Since I've not had a chance to arrange a venue, would 
you have any preferences?" he asked.

"Certainly," declared Bruce.  "My home is my first 
choice, with a fantastic cook, if she is willing to 
cook this evening."

"Me?" blurted out Candice before she caught herself.
"Ms. Grey, if you can cook to the satisfaction of this 
man, then I'd be honoured to sit at any table you 
prepare," said the PM.

"Mr. Prime Minister, you must excuse me.  I didn't 
know until today that Bruce was such an important man.  
To me he was humble, peaceful and about the sweetest 
person I've ever met.  I didn't know this side of 
him."

"Put him on the scale with Nelson Mandella, and you 
may have an idea of his stature in this world, Ms. 
Grey.  You can't know how honoured I am to be in his 
presence."

"Before we leave, I need to know about a shipment that 
I came to collect, and about the security that will be 
required.  Do we need a full compliment of so many?" 
asked Bruce.

"Sir!" snapped an officer as he marched to his side.  
"Your shipment is loaded in the truck, and there are 
no outward signs of damage during shipment.  The truck 
will need to follow the vehicle you travel in, for we 
have no idea of where we are going."

"As to the security, I'm afraid there is a minimum 
they won't let me travel without, Mr. Burns," offered 
the PM.  "Food will be brought to them and won't be a 
concern for your beautiful lady."

"Third right after the top of long hill, on the Lethe 
side road, about half a mile," said Bruce.  "I'd 
suggest you stop at the new residential development 
and pick up and follow us when we pass there."

"Very good, Sir!" exclaimed the officer.  With a full 
salute, he stepped back, turned and marched off to 
give his staff orders.

"Then if it meets your approval, we can head towards 
my home ourselves," said Bruce.  "Wait!  Where's 
Susan?"

"She's in the ladies room, Bruce," replied Candice.  
"She's fine."

"The protective father side comes out," commented the 
PM.  "My compliments."

Susan returned a few minutes later, and they were 
guided into a larger limousine that had been brought 
in to replace the other car.  Flag standards were also 
mounted on the fenders of this vehicle, and Bruce knew 
they would be in for a rapid return home.

"I like your car better, Daddy," offered Susan as they 
drove through the city.  "Even your truck has music we 
can sing along with."

"What type of music do you prefer, Susan?" asked the 
PM.

"Singers like Celine Dion, Whitney Houston, Michael 
Bolton, and others that sing rather than make noise," 
she replied.

Picking up the phone in the car, the PM asked the 
driver if there were any CD's available, and was 
guided to a cabinet behind the drivers seat.  He 
browsed through these, found what he was looking for 
and inserted the CD in the player nearby.

"Here is one of my favourites, Susan," said the PM.  
"Sing along if you know this one."

The music was Celine Dion's, 'I'm Alive' recording, 
and the car rolled on with Susan, her mother, Bruce 
and the PM all singing along with the music.  As they 
went along, they changed from big shots into ordinary 
people and the new atmosphere prevailed for all.

While Candice and Susan went about the meal 
preparation, the two had become a first named bases, 
with them both sharing the same first name, Bruce.  
They went into the office, and started tossing around 
various subjects about the country, including several 
ideas that might improve conditions in the country.  
The PM was mentioning the country's debt load, and how 
he was going to need to approve a new bond issue due 
to the maturing of an instrument that had been issued 
many years ago by the former government.

"How would you feel, Bruce," asked the other one, "if 
you were not faced with paying out that earlier 
issue?"

"We shouldn't introduce fantasies into this 
conversation, my friend, for that just can't happen.  
The thought sure is nice, however."

"It's not a fantasy," corrected the home owner.  "I 
bought up ninety-seven percent of the share issued 
when I heard the size of the country's debt.  Upon 
maturity, I was planning to not claim the principal or 
interest on the bond.  There is one condition I'd 
place on that, however.  Not only would there have to 
be an agreement not to issue any further bonds, nor 
issue any form of debt increase, either domestically, 
or internationally.  Should either of those happen, 
then I would seek redemption of my holdings."

"That issue is measured in the billions of dollars, 
Mr. Burns," said the PM, reverting back to the more 
formal name.  "The condition you would impose would be 
extremely difficult to live up to as well."

"If you had those funds put aside as a debt payable, 
but retaining the cash, some minor borrowings could be 
made, with approval from my office, to address and 
really urgent matter that could not be otherwise 
funded.  Being forced into a difficult, but not 
impossible road, should be something you would 
welcome."

"You could sit on so much unpaid money that you 
invested in making a profit?" asked the PM.

"What I invested in was the well being of the country 
I've chosen to live in.  If the national debt can be 
brought under control, and eventually eliminated, then 
I will have gained the profit I'm seeking.  What I 
want to do, is work with your government, help form 
the decisions as it relates to finances, and get this 
country back on it's feet.  It was my intention, 
although from remote access, to contact your finance 
minister at the time of maturity of the bond, and 
arrange the deferral of repayment."

"That means you own the largest single piece of 
Jamaica that any individual has," stated the PM.  "Why 
would you use that form of investment, rather than 
build some revenue generating project?"

"Revenue generating projects represent profit to me 
but a cost to the people of this country.  That's not 
the way to help the people, so I picked the more 
logical route to better the country."

"And leave me sitting here in absolute astonishment," 
stated the PM.  "It's like you suddenly became the 
authority I must look up to."

"Not at all, but I'd be happy to share my 
recommendations on matters if you feel it might 
benefit.  What I would have is a direct share in 
monetary matters that have a direct effect on the 
financial well being of the country.  On that, I would 
like an agreement from you, and your cabinet."

"Do you wish to participate in a cabinet meeting, or 
by taking on a post in the government?" questioned the 
PM.

"Hell no!" exclaimed Bruce.  "I don't want them to 
know I'm in the country if possible.  You can 
represent the situation to them, and seek their 
support."

"I'm afraid several already know," said the PM.  "I 
had to give some explanation for my sudden departure 
to come here.  I can, however, request that it remain 
secret, and feel confident they will do just that.  As 
to their support, I can not imagine their not agreeing 
to your proposal, especially if we have access to your 
expertise in business affairs.  With your proven track 
record, they should feel thrilled."

"As far as I'm concerned, you are welcome to indicate 
you made contact and negotiated this arrangement," 
suggest Bruce.  "I'm not talking about just your 
cabinet either, but in the political arena.  You've 
done well since being elected, but every reason to 
continue your leadership needs to be exploited.  Tell 
the electorate that you arranged for the negotiations, 
and got the agreement.  Be their hero, at least to 
those that have an understanding of how they are 
benefited by the deal."

"Now you are going to make me consider an early 
election," stated the PM.  "Once this is out, I might 
need to capitalize on the acclaim that would result."
"The general population would not see it, and only by 
the testimony of the more knowledgeable would you be 
able to convince them.  It would be better to leave it 
alone, not incur the cost of a premature election, 
give the effects time to filter down and improve the 
common man's lifestyle before trying an early 
election."

"A clear thinking, and remarkable new friend," stated 
the PM.  "What good fortune it has turned out to be 
when I learned you were on the island.  I'm sure that 
I'll never be able to repay the debt of gratitude that 
you have earned, Bruce, and will look forward to 
continued interaction and association with you."

"You work with me to get this country back on stable 
ground, and you will have repaid any debt you might 
feel towards me, Bruce.  "Let me give you the 
information you need to allow the level of 
communication we will need for this arrangement."

Telephone numbers, computer addresses, and other 
personal information was shared on both sides, with 
the assurance that they had a direct line of 
communication that not even a secretary would be able 
to interfere with or disrupt.

Supper was fantastic, and eaten in an environment that 
was comfortable to all.  Laughter often punctuated the 
group around the table, and the friendship that had 
formed began to blossom even more.  Candice was 
comfortable with him, and the girls were quite 
prepared to give the Prime Minister a hug and kiss 
each before he departed for the return trip to the 
capital city.

"Alright, Mr. Bruce Burns," said Candice.  "Now I have 
a few questions for you."

"Fire away, darling," he said.  "I guess I'll need to 
answer at least some before I can get into you."

"Well, not really," she said thoughtfully.  "You can 
take me now, if you are anxious, but I would like to 
ask a few questions sometime soon.  This is driving me 
crazy right now, and I really need to understand."
"Talk to me, sweetheart," he said, pulling her to sit 
down beside him.

"How could you be interested in me, a little country 
girl from nowhere, while you could have the most 
beautiful women in the world so easily?"

"You accepted and fell in love with me beyond my 
expectations, Candice.  Without knowing I was well off 
financially, you were willing to give even more than 
just yourself, but your sweet daughter as well.  
Mostly it is you that my heart has taken in, and as 
soon as I can do it properly, I will be asking for 
your hand in marriage.  Until then I hope you will put 
up with my desires for sexual satisfaction in that 
beautiful body of yours."

"You really love me for what I am?" she asked.

"Never doubt that, darling," he replied.  "Yes, I love 
you for the fantastic woman you are, for the wonderful 
heart and mind you possess, which is far more than 
even you recognize.  We can have a wonderful life 
together, if you will accept me for what I am."

"Accept you?" she said in shock.  "I've loved you for 
next to forever, Bruce.  Yes, I will accept you, can't 
believe you accept me, and couldn't be happier than I 
am right now.  I can tell you the answer if you should 
ask the question, Bruce."

"Don't!" he exclaimed.  "I still need to make sure the 
moment is right, and don't want to hear until that 
moment."

"Fine, then will you take me to bed, and make 
wonderful passionate love to me?"

"Come on, darling," he said as he got up and held out 
his hand.  "Let's have some fun!"

"May I come?" asked Susan.  "I won't get in the way!"

"Yes, darling," replied her mother.  "Come watch Daddy 
and Mommy at play, and see how we have our greatest 
fun of all."

"I sure hope you know what you are doing, Candy," said 
Bruce quietly.

"More than ever before, Daddy," she replied as she 
took his arm to hold against her chest.  "There could 
be no better person for my Susan to share herself with 
than you my wonderful great man!  We'll be the envy of 
all the girls that want you, and we're the ones that 
you want!"

The act of making love was a very long procedure for 
them, with the foreplay taking over an hour and a 
half.  When it came time for Bruce to actually claim 
his lady, it was done gently (to her frustration) and 
only when he had fully penetrated her vagina did he 
start to respond to her anxiety and start to pump her, 
moving from slowly to very rapidly in a matter of 
moments.  Candice made it very clear she liked what 
was happening to her, and actively participated in the 
event.  Even though she was on her back, her hips were 
keeping rhythm to his penetrations.  Bruce waited for 
her third climax before he allowed himself to have his 
own, coming deep inside her body, with his weight 
fully on top of Candice.  All muscular control was 
lost for nearly a minute, and she accepted his body 
falling against her, holding on to it even tighter 
than before.

Susan had watched the entire event, stripped her 
clothes off early to allow herself full access to 
fondle her own little breasts as well as play in her 
crotch.  Twice she was unable to prevent the sounds of 
satisfaction escaping from her as she climaxed, and it 
was at those moments that her parents actually shared 
their attention briefly with her.  Now, when the sex 
was over, she was brought up to lay between them on 
his bed, and received a little light fondling from 
both of them.

"Was it really that good, Mommy?" she asked.  "I've 
never seen you so happy!"

"Oh, darling, it was more than I could ever tell you," 
she replied.  "Daddy knows how to make me feel so 
wonderful, and there is nothing I wouldn't let him do 
to me."

"I hope part of that comes from being able to trust 
me, darling," interjected Bruce.  "There is no way I 
could do any harm to the woman I love more than life 
itself."

"Do you feel it that much, Bruce?" she asked.

"I would always try to protect anyone from injury or 
any adverse event, but I'd willingly lay down my life 
it would save yours, darling.  The same goes for this 
sweet child laying here with us.  You've both captured 
and hold my heart in your hands."

No matter how much they wanted to, there was no way 
the two of them could hug him as they both wanted to.  
Being closer, Susan got the first hug, and had to 
yield so her mother could get her turn in his arms.  
By the time they settled back down, Bruce was in the 
middle, sandwiched by his two girls, one on each side 
of him.

"This may not be the right time, Daddy, but I'm 
burning with curiosity," said Candice.  "Do you really 
run your business from right here every day?" she 
asked.

"Technology has matured a long way in the last few 
years, darling.  When I came here, I was equipped to 
set up my system direct with one of the satellites 
circling far above us, and that links me with 
virtually the entire world.  Not that I do, but I 
could sit in on any meeting at my corporate 
headquarters back in my original home, but mostly I 
leave that to the team I recruited and put in place 
before leaving there to live here.  They are doing 
extremely well, and even as we lay here, my wealth 
grows.  I don't believe it would be possible to spend 
what I now have if I were to never do a moments work 
again.  When I go, you both will be very well off, and 
neither of you will ever have to do a days work unless 
you wish to."

"I like working, Daddy, especially when it is helping 
you," said Susan.

"I like working too, darling," he said.  "Without 
working, you would not be the kind of person I expect 
you to be.  What I will have to do is make sure I 
teach you a sense of values that will allow you to use 
your head, and make informed decisions as how best to 
help others, and make their lives better for you 
having been here."

"You make it sound more like play than work," observed 
Candice.

"That's exactly how I view it, darling," he confirmed.  
"Sometimes it is necessary to make hard choices, but 
mostly it is pure fun for me, and I know that others 
will benefit from my choices.  Even the people of 
Jamaica will soon have a better life because of a few 
choices I've already made and acted upon."

"Give me an example, Bruce," asked Candice.  "I'm not 
being too nosy, am I?"

"Not at all," he assured her.  "How about the school 
that Susan attends.  Are you happy at that school, 
Susan?"

"It's the best, Daddy," she confirmed.  "Why?"

"I had it built when I saw how needed it was.  The 
school for this area was at a place where only a 
handful of children lived, and the main bulk of them 
came from here.  It made no sense to me that they had 
to go so far, so I had the school built, the staff 
were carefully selected and now it has become one of 
the leading schools in the country, setting an example 
of how schools should be designed and structured."
"So this was not a thing from the new government when 
it was elected," observed Candice.

"They have been asleep for the most part, but I 
allowed them to claim credit for it since they are 
still the best choice for the governing of the 
country.  Now that I've become involved with the 
government, and have a say in the fiscal management of 
the finances, we should begin to see a very rapid turn 
around.  Two years from now, people will be living 
better than they have until now."

"Other than your being so famous, how are you able to 
affect their handling of money?" asked Candice.

"I bought up a bond issue that is expiring shortly.  
Tonight I told the Prime Minister that if they work 
with me on fiscal management, I will not make them 
repay the face amount or any interest.  Should they do 
something stupid, I will demand payment, and that 
threat alone will ensure they make informed decisions 
when necessary."

"That sort of makes you an owner of Jamaica, Daddy?" 
asked Susan.

"A very big owner, darling," he confirmed.  "Nobody 
has a larger single piece of the country than I have."

"So are you going to run the country?" asked Susan.

"No, baby, I'm just going to make sure that the people 
that do run the country make good choices for the 
people that should be running the country, the 
citizens of this beautiful place."

"Well, I don't understand this fiscal stuff you talk 
about, but I know that if you are running things, it 
will make it better than it is now," summarized Susan.  
"Isn't that right, Mommy?"

"It sure is, darling," she confirmed.  "And look at 
where we are, laying beside the biggest cheese of 
all!"

"I may get my first spanking for this, but it seems we 
are laying beside the biggest ... of all," said Susan as 
she wrapped her hand around his penis.  "I didn't say 
the word, Daddy, so don't be too hard on me."

"You're really in for it now," he told her as he sat 
up on the bed.  His hands closed on her waist, and the 
tickling was without mercy.  Thrashing about amidst 
laughter that she could not contain, Susan was at his 
side and filled with love for the man she could not 
have anticipated.

When he stopped, she lay back virtually underneath 
him, looked up into his eyes, and declared, "I love 
you with every part of me, Daddy, inside and out!"
"Make love to her, Bruce," demanded Candice.  "Make 
her your little girl."

"Please, Daddy?" she said to confirm her wishes.

"The foreplay had happened already, and it was not 
needed again.  As he brought his penis to her vaginal 
opening, her legs went up high into the air.  Slowly 
he pressed down into the wet opening, pushed gently 
against her hymen and felt when it yielded easily.  
The rest of the way in became easy, and Susan was 
claimed just as her mother had been, although without 
the speed or force her mother had experienced.

"That was all Mommy said, and more, Daddy," declared 
Susan as they lay recovering.  "Thank you for making 
me feel that way."

"He did make it nice for you, didn't he darling?" 
asked her mother on the other side of her.

"So nice I understand how anxious you were to be with 
him, Mommy," she said.  "Please do everything you can 
to make sure he wants to keep us, just as I will try."

"Neither of you will have to do a thing for me to want 
that, Susan," he told her.  "You two are my 
sweethearts, and together we are going to have a great 
life."

"I keep thinking about the number of people you helped 
in Kenya," said Candice.  "One day, you are going to 
have to go there and let them honour you as they 
want."

"I am not in this for the thanks of anybody," said 
Bruce.  "As long as I do the best I can to assist in 
ways that help people, then I have the satisfaction of 
doing what I want to do, and making this world a 
better place to live."

"You certainly have changed our world, Bruce," said 
Candice.  "We will always be so grateful for whatever 
fates brought you here, and try to contribute towards 
your happiness."

"Should you be able to read my mind, you would know 
that I've never been happier than at this moment," 
declared Bruce.  "My only concern is starting Susan a 
little too early for her normal development, and pray 
it will not be a detriment to her in any way."

"It won't!" declared Candice.  "She is going to grow 
up just fine, and be a lot better person for having 
known you, just as I will be!"

"Then we compliment each other," he stated.  "I've 
already learned from both of you, and look forward to 
years of your company, talking with you, seeing the 
world with you, and just being a part of your lives."

"What's this about seeing the world with us?" asked 
Susan.

"Good question," interjected Candice.

"I can see the need to do some travelling fairly soon, 
and I'm sure not leaving you two behind," said Bruce.

"Where are we going to be going?" asked Candice.

"Better you ask where not," he replied.  "I'm going to 
have to recruit a teacher for Susan, and get all your 
papers in order, but then we can lock up the house, 
and spend some time travelling.  One think I can not 
decide yet is will we fly or sail around to where we 
are going.  Both have their advantages and 
disadvantages."

"Am I going to get to go on one of those big jets, 
Daddy?" asked Susan excitedly.

"Well possibly, but unlikely darling," he said.  "I'd 
be mostly using my own plane to go around in, and that 
is not exactly a big jet."

"Wait!" called Candice.  "You own a plane?"

"More than one, but with one held for my exclusive 
use.  The others are for my companies, so they can 
move about as required for business.  It's not exactly 
a plane, but I also have a helicopter should I need 
it.  Usually it is aboard my yacht to carry me ashore 
when necessary."

"I'm going to miss my school," said Susan quietly.

"And meet people of all different cultures, learn 
about how different people live, and see some of the 
wonders this world has for us, darling," he told her.  
"There will be thousands of youngsters your age, older 
and younger that you will meet and learn about."

"Besides that, I will be with my Daddy!" exclaimed 
Susan, happy again.  "I can't have it nicer than being 
with you and Mommy, so take me away when you are 
ready.  I'd go anywhere you said."

"How you managed to hide this entirely new side of 
you, I'll never know, Bruce," said Candice.  "I fell 
in love with that quiet, hard working man that lived 
so peacefully, but now is an international star.  I'm 
glad I learned how to curtsy properly, for I bet we 
will get to meet some really important people."

"There will be so many heads of state and others to 
meet, you will have a hard time knowing one from the 
next after awhile," he stated.  "What I might have you 
do, darling, is help me keep files on the various 
dignitaries we do encounter, so we will have 
information to look up before we meet them again."

"Finally something useful that I will be able to do," 
she declared.

"Don't forget my belly still needs your care and 
attention several times a day!"

"That's not work, it's a pleasure to deal with your 
food, and our needs at the same time," said Candice.

"Have you met the president of the United States?" 
asked Susan.

"Not the new one, but the one before on several 
occasions," he informed her.  "I've had numerous 
requests to meet the new one, but more important 
matters here at home took precedence.  When we start 
to travel again, I guess he'll have to be one I do get 
to see."

"And you'll take us with you?" asked Candice.

"Where I go is where I want my girls," he declared.  
"I'll try very hard to give you enough space for you 
to do your own thing, but I want to be close by in 
case of need."

"My space is with you, Bruce!" declared Candice.

"Mine too," added Susan.


It was the next day when the workman and materials 
from the hardware store arrived, along with some heavy 
equipment to begin the construction of their swimming 
pool.  It would, however, have to wait a long time 
before they returned home to enjoy it.  They had a 
world to see, and that would take them awhile.