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Second Time Through - Book IIChapter 10: Aunt Nancy free porn video
I perked up when Wilson turned the limousine into the long driveway. It had been a depressing ride from the rail yard. Neither Catherine nor Nancy had seemed in the mood to talk much. Penny had begun the rather lengthy report she had to submit to the Bureau. Once we were on the ferry, the ladies elected to stay in the car, but I got out to stretch my legs and breathe in the salt air. I made the hour long ferry trip across Long Island Sound, leaning against the hood of the limo, talking baseball with Wilson.
Listening to Wilson talk baseball would be more accurate. He spent most of the hour bemoaning Houk's handling of the Yankee pitching staff, saying Thurman Munson, the Yankee's catcher, could do a better job. He also had opinions, mostly negative, on the division leading Orioles, and of course the hated Red Sox, who were currently ahead of the third place Yankees.
When I discovered that Wilson had played second base for two seasons for the Johnson City Yankees farm team, before tearing his ACL, I made a mental note to Google it later. Then I realized that it was going to be MUCH later! More than thirty years, later.
Once we reached Long Island, we headed for Seven Oaks. Catherine and Nancy were talking when I got back in the car, but stopped, and remained silent for the remaining drive home. Penny continued writing up her report.
The driveway leading to the house really did have oak trees lining its length. I don't know how long it was, but I guessed that it took over thirty seconds to travel from the road to the stately home on the bluff, overlooking Long Island Sound.
Seven Oaks was even larger than I had imagined. Built in the last century by Catherine's grandfather, it had a large manicured front lawn with a driveway that circled the large fountain in front. I could see why Catherine wasn't worried about the entire family invading for the weekend.
Wilson bypassed the front, driving around to the side of the stately home. He stopped the limousine near a low terrace with a wheelchair ramp built into it, he had Nancy's chair out of the trunk and waiting beside the door before I could even get out.
Penny said that she was going downtown to drop off her report and then catch up to the other girls. She still had to find a gown for the party tomorrow night. Catherine told her that Wilson would be glad to take her wherever she wanted to go.
I wheeled Nancy up the short ramp, following Catherine into the elegant family home.
A large colored woman met me at the door, hugging me so tightly I thought I might pass out. And I could see her disappointment when she realized I didn't recognize her. Catherine quickly reminded her of my amnesia, introducing her as Pricilla. I learned she had been the cook at Seven Oaks for the last fifteen years, and was married to Wilson. Holding me by my shoulders at arm's length, and "tsk-tsking" over my purported malnourishment. She decided I needed some good food to eat. Pricilla headed back to the kitchen, promising to whip up a couple of my favorite sandwiches for lunch.
Meanwhile, Catherine led the way to the dining room, with me still pushing Nancy's wheelchair.
"Michael, move that chair and put Nancy at the end," she instructed. "And if you don't mind, would you keep her company, I'll be back in a few minutes."
"It would be my pleasure," I told her.
"Nancy, if there's anything you need, just tell Pricilla," she said as she turned to leave the room.
"It's been a while since I've been to Seven Oaks. The last time I was here, Greg was still alive," Nancy said after Catherine left.
"I can't remember the last time I was here," I said truthfully.
Nancy didn't respond. I could see she was deep in thought. Scanning her, I found she was trying to find a way to ask me about 'talking to her mind' as she called it. I decided I'd make it easy for her.
"Did you come here often, when Grandfather was alive," I thought to her conversationally.
Before she could respond, Pricilla came in with a tea cart, asking Missus Nancy how she took her tea. She brought me a glass of what looked like fruit juice. After she left, Nancy looked at me.
"You're like him, aren't you?" she asked me directly.
"I don't know, Nancy. I never met him. Why don't you tell me about him?" I thought to her.
She considered it for a moment, but she was excited about the possibility that I could be very much like him, so she quickly lost her hesitation.
"I was the oldest, and Greg was the baby of the family. So when he was born, I helped my mother take care of him. He and I were the only children to survive to adulthood. I got married in 1918, and moved upstate, to a small farm near Albany. My husband left shortly after the wedding to fight in the Great War and never made it home. I think Greg was about five, when I left home. Being all the way up in Albany, we didn't see each other much, except at holidays and such," Nancy said.
I kept quiet, letting her tell the story.
"When Greg was fifteen," she continued, "he was working on Mr. Phillips barn. Somehow, he fell out of the loft, hit his head, and was in a coma for over a month. When he woke up, he couldn't remember anything either. But about a month after he got out of the hospital, he came to visit me."
"How was he?" I asked.
"To tell the truth, I was glad to see him. Ever since Jim died in the war, I had been living on the small farm he left me and trying to make a living for me and Vivian."
I quickly did the math. According to Nancy's story, that meant Vivian was over fifty.
"He stayed for several months, finally convincing me to sell the place and come back to live in the old homestead with him and my mom. Mom passed away soon after I moved back. So I stayed to take care of him. I loaned Greg some of the money I got for selling the farm, to buy a small company that made parts for tanks and ships and such. Everyone called him a fool, telling him the war was over. But he always seemed to know what he was doing. He later sold that company for thousands of times more than he bought it for, but by then, he was already rich," Nancy explained.
"He fell in love with your grandmother when she was just a small thing, and as soon as her daddy would allow it, they were married. But Greg always took care of me, and as we got older, we became much closer as brother and sister than we were when we were young. He made sure Vivian and I were taken care of and handled all my investments for me," she said, pausing.
Nancy was now trying to decide how much risk she would take telling me his story. So once more, I spoke to her mind.
"When did he tell you he was a time traveler and an Empath?" I thought to her.
Pricilla came back in, carrying a big tray with two plates. One had some fruit on a bed of lettuce, for Nancy. The other plate had two large sandwiches with bacon, scrambled eggs, and tomatoes on toasted bread.
"I know you don't remember, Michael, but that used to be your favorite sandwich," she told me. "When you was little, you would get up after they done put you to bed and come paddling into the kitchen saying 'Prissy make Mikey egg san-itch?'."
I smiled as I bit into the sandwich. Whoa! It really was good. And I told Pricilla so as she returned to the kitchen.
"Where were we? Oh, yes. You asked when he told me," she stated. "Well, he sort of told me in pieces, starting when he came to see me on the farm the first time. I'm not sure he ever told me everything, but he did tell me that crazy story about being from the future. I have to admit, it took a while for me to believe him," she sighed as she remembered.
"Did he tell you he could hear your thoughts?" I thought to her.
"What did you ... why did you ask that?" Nancy was suddenly alarmed.
"I asked you if he ever told you he could hear your thoughts," I repeated.
"I heard you, I want to know why you asked if Greg could hear my thoughts?" she said. "Wait, does that mean you can? Hear them, I mean?"
I simply replayed what she had thought when I first picked her up from the wheelchair and carried her onboard the train. You've heard of seeing the proverbial light bulb come on? Well, this was more like a floodlight that came on for Nancy. She quit speaking and idly picked at her plate as she remembered.
The conversation that followed was both pleasant and educational as Nancy told me stories of my grandfather. That they had enjoyed a relationship similar to mine with Nicky was beyond doubt, although Nancy never admitted it to me. But it was written all over her face and in her voice as she told me about Grandfather Greg.
Nancy's chauffeur, Edward, entered a sometime later. Catherine had never returned. Edward asked if she was ready to leave. I had hoped to somehow find a way to keep Nancy away from Vivian, but there were things going on between Catherine and Nancy. And since I couldn't scan Catherine, I couldn't solve this problem. At least not for now. I'd just have to come up with something else later.
"Michael, you have been the most delightful surprise. And I would love nothing more than to stay and chat. However, at my age, I need my medications, and my rest. I must say though, that I am excitedly looking forward to our next visit," Nancy said.
I pushed Nancy's wheelchair to the car. Then carefully, I lifted her up, to put her in the rear of the long limo. While I was holding her, she leaned forward slightly and kissed my cheek.
I looked at her for a moment as I gently sat her on the bench seat.
"Later, doll!" I said, winking at her.
When Pricilla came in to clear the dishes, I was back at the table, finishing off a second piece of homemade Red Velvet cake.
"Missus Nancy sure looked perky today," she said. "I don't think I've seen her that happy in a long time."
"Pricilla, do you know where my grandmother is?" I asked.
"She's lying down. The poor thing. She looks worn out," Pricilla told me. "She said to give her apologies to Missus Nancy."
"Did she say anything about what I should do?" I asked.
Pricilla just looked at me, wondering what kind of a fool question that was.
"No, sir. She didn't say nuthin' about you doin' anything."
"Uh ... Pricilla, how do I get to my room?"
I followed Pricilla's directions, wandering slowly through the huge mansion.
Finding the stairs, I climbed to the second story. There was a huge window on the first landing that looked out on the terraced back yard over the bluff to the sound beyond. I noted the tennis courts and swimming pool off to the right, or east side of the home.
I finished my climb up the stairs and headed down the long hall to find my room.
I scanned and found Catherine was asleep. That sounded like a good idea. Peter was in the kitchen, catching up with Pricilla. Wilson had evidently returned from taking Penny wherever, so Pricilla sent him to the store for more food when she found out the size of the horde that was invading later today.
I changed out of my clothes, opting for a pair of shorts and a t-shirt with a 1968 Olympic games in Mexico City logo on it and plopped down on the bed.
I scanned, finding the girls all together and safe. They all seemed to be chattering and laughing a lot, even the adults. Jason was ensconced on a small settee outside the dressing room of Geraldine's Boutique, waiting on the girls to try something on. He was bored out of his skull, and trying to figure out why he came.
"It's the pussy!" I thought to him. "That's the usual reason for guys doing something they hate."
He was startled. While he recognized the thought as mine, this was the first time he had experienced my ability first hand. I could hear him calling Julie over, and I felt his concern. Quickly I connected with Julie.
"Julie, dear, I'm afraid I just spooked your boyfriend," I thought to her.
"What have you done now, Michael?" she asked. She sounded like a younger version of Catherine when she said it.
"I was checking on everyone and saw that he was bored, so I made a joke. I forgot he has never experienced me like that before. Can you help him?"
"Of course. He was bored?" Julie asked.
"Uh-oh! I sure didn't mean to open that can of worms!" I told her. "Tell Jason I'm sorry and he's on his own," I laughed.
Sure enough, when I checked a few minutes later, Julie, Jenny, and Mandy now had Jason cornered. They were all wanting to know how he could possibly be bored. It was his sister, Ileana, that came to his rescue, by explaining that they didn't have shops like this on Tapato.
Nicky and Vickie were in a dressing room together. My ability does not have a visual component, but I can usually tell what a person is looking at by how they are feeling about it. I could tell that Vickie was uncertain about the dress she was trying on, and Nicky thought it was wonderful.
"Hi girls!" I said as I connected to both of them. "Why don't you describe it to me, and I'll see if I like it," I suggested.
"Well, it's an emerald green..." Nicky started describing the dress.
"Is that light green or dark green?" I interrupted her to ask.
"More dark green, I'd say. It has an empire waist, and..."
"Can you see the tops of her breasts?" I asked.
"Mi ... chael..." Vickie squeaked.
"Barely. It's a scoop neckline, but not too much," Nicky continued.
"Okay, I like it. Buy it, but have her keep looking. I want her to come home with at least three dresses for me to choose from. That goes for you, too. I'll decide tonight which one I prefer, after you model all of them for me. "
"Are we still spending your allowance?" Nicky asked mischievously.
"Of course. As a matter of fact, have everyone bring home at least two or three for me to choose from, " I instructed.
"Michael, you're kidding. That's just so much money," Vickie exclaimed.
"Vickie, I made $165,000 in the last two weeks, on one deal alone. As long as you keep it under that, I'll be fine."
"Oh!" was all Vickie thought.
"By the way, the same deal goes for everyone else. That includes Kalani as well. And Helen, and Penny," I added.
"She'll need new shoes too..." Nicky ventured.
"Get 'em. Whatever you or they need for the party," I told her.
"Okay, big brother. If that's what you want," Nicky replied.
"And Nicky? Would you help the Princesses and Kalani and Vicki with a travel wardrobe for the next three weeks? Get whatever they need."
"Are you kidding? Of course I will. I love spending your money!" Nicky said happily. She had already started relaying my instructions to the others, and I could feel the excitement building.
Finally, Nicky told me, "I gotta go Michael; Vickie is out getting another gown to try on, and she needs my help."
"Okay, Sweetheart. I love you. Have a good time," I told my sister.
"Oh, don't worry. With you forcing all of us to buy these clothes, you know we will," she said happily. "And you had better get some rest, because there will be more than one of us that will be wanting to thank you properly later!" she said as she giggled.
"Yeah!" rang a chorus of female thoughts! I should have remembered they could all hear me.
I guess I should get some rest. It was sounding like a busy evening.
There was an urgent knock on my bedroom door.
"Mr. Michael," Pricilla's voice called out.
"Come in," I called out.
She opened the door enough to let me see her. She looked worried. "There's a phone call for you."
"Who could be calling me? I just talked with the girls," I thought. "No one else knows I'm here. "
I followed Pricilla back down the massive staircase. She picked up the handset lying next to the phone on the table in the entryway.
"Hello. This is Michael Wagner," I said into the receiver.
"Please hold for the President's Chief Counsel, Mr. Wagner," the female voice told me.
There was a brief pause then a voice that I recognized from television over forty years ago said, "Hello, this is John Dean, is this Mrs. Wagner?"
"I'm sorry Mr. Dean; this is Michael Wagner, her grandson. How may I help you?"
"Son, can you get your grandmother for me? This is rather important," he said rather arrogantly.
"You know, John? Your arrogance will be your downfall one day," I told him prophetically. "For the record, I am not your son. However, as of noon today, I am the President of Wagner Industries."
"What? What did you..." he sputtered, before finally saying, "Why wasn't I told about this?"
I didn't know if he was asking me, or someone there with him, but I answered anyway. "The Board of Directors met this morning. There will be a press release going out later today. Now. What can I do for you?"
"This is preposterous! I can't deal with some goddamned, snot-nosed kid who..."
I hung up.
I walked to the kitchen and asked Pricilla for a glass of milk. When the phone started ringing, I told her, "Don't bother. I'll get it," as I let it continue to ring.
I picked up the kitchen phone on the seventh ring.
"Now see here, I'm the President's Chief Counsel, and I told you..."
I dropped the receiver back on the hook.
"Pricilla, do you know how to reach John? He's at the office, I think."
Pricilla picked up the phone and dialed a number, then handed it to me. "Mr. John just called and ask me to send Wilson for him and Mr. Jeff. He hasn't had time to get there yet, so they should still be at the office," she told me.
He was, and I started to tell him what had happened when he abruptly cut me off.
"Can you do what you did for Sarah from there?" he asked cryptically.
"Sure, but why?" I thought to him as I hung up the phone. It began to ring immediately.
I picked it back up.
"This is Bob Haldeman. I am the White House Chief of Staff. May I speak to the young man who was just talking to Mr. Dean?" the voice said politely.
John was still connected and I heard him as he thought "Oh, no! What has he done now?"
"This is Michael Wagner, Mr. Haldeman," I replied into the receiver as John held his breath.
"Are you Greg Wagner's grandson? And did you just tell the President's Chief Counsel that you have taken over as President of Wagner Industries?" he asked.
"Geeze, these guys are sure hung up on their titles," I thought to John.
"Yes, sir. To both," I replied.
There was a muffled sound as he covered the receiver on the other end, then I heard " ... well let me handle it."
Then to me, he said, "Michael, may I ask how old you are?"
"I'm sixteen, sir."
"If you're just sixteen, how did you become the president of a major corporation?"
"Well, technically, while the board approved it this morning, it's still pending my emancipation petition being approved in two weeks, and my getting enrolled at Townsend High School," I informed him.
"High school? You're serious? You're only sixteen?"
"Yes, sir. That's what I said."
He covered the receiver again. When he came back, he politely asked, "Is there any way we can speak to your grandmother, Mrs. Catherine Wagner?"
"Mr. Haldeman, if I disturb her right now, you will ask her to reconsider the arrangements Wagner Industries made with the Russians concerning the price for the fuel process. She will consider that a breach of ethics on their part, for involving you, and thereby forcing her to destroy the plant ten minutes from now," I explained. "Sir, you really don't want to be the cause of disturbing an entire community on a Friday afternoon. The resulting negative publicity would mess up the President's whole weekend."
He muffled the receiver as I waited for him to return.
"Why would she destroy her own plant?" he asked incredulously.
"Mr. Haldeman, I'm sure that Count Volkonsky has already explained all this to you. I will contact their embassy in a few minutes, but if you speak to him before I do, would you tell him that the price just went up to one and a half billion dollars?" I stated flatly.
"A billion and a half dollars! That's ridiculous! You can't do that!" he shouted into the phone.
I heard John groan in my mind. "They're supposed to be the sharpest minds in the country, and they don't know any better than to tell a teenager that he CAN"T do something!" he thought.
When it was quiet, I put the phone back to my ear as I said, "Mr. Haldeman, I most certainly can and I just did. The Russians knew the risk before they involved you."
He didn't bother to cover the receiver this time as he tried to calm a frustrated Chief Counsel. "Look John, you're not going to intimidate this kid. If he's on the up-and-up, he has almost as much clout with the Russians as we do, right now," I heard Haldeman tell John Dean.
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