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Second Time Through - Book IIChapter 14: The Party free porn video
A party's a party, right?
Wrong!
I'll admit that I had never attended an 'A' List party before. In fact, the last party I can remember attending was for my nephew's seventh birthday. So I had no real idea what to expect.
Harrison Beauregard's home looked even larger than Seven Oaks, as we passed through the ornate gates. Catherine had been right, the press was camped out. I began scanning, looking for any sign of hostile intent. But there were so many people; I was almost overwhelmed before we even got in the door. I detected no problems though.
Uncle Harry greeted us at the door. As Catherine and Liz made the introductions, he spent a moment complimenting each of the girls, but I believe he was truly amazed at how Catherine looked tonight.
We made our way through the opulent home to the back terrace. The whole back yard, all the way to the shore, was decorated in a stunning array of lights and sounds. Several party tents had been erected and housed tables that were piled high with food and drinks. To one side of the terrace, a large orchestra played.
People were everywhere, talking and having a good time. The girls just stared at the sight. Randi quickly spotted a Hollywood actor she recognized, and the girls began whispering excitedly among themselves. Liz suggested we walk around so we headed in the general direction of the tent with the food. That was great, because I had forgotten to eat earlier, and my stomach was starting to growl.
No one seemed to be paying much attention to us. While teenagers at one of these parties were not the norm, we weren't unusual enough to raise much comment. The reason most of the people were here, was 'to see and be seen'. Like the golf course, much business would be informally discussed here tonight, to be followed up on, in the days to come.
I noticed Kip and Penny shadowed us, while David and Beth stayed near the adults. We helped ourselves to the buffet, and found a large round-top table, where we could sit and still see everything going on.
I was scanning the crowd when I felt Anna.
"Is your father here yet?" I thought to her.
"Yeah. He talking with that group of people over by the fountain," she thought.
"Oh. I see him," I replied. There were a lot of secrets in that group. I didn't want to take the energy right now to probe, but I was beginning to realize there was a lot of interesting information in the group of people attending this party.
"Michael, come ask your grandmother to dance," Anna thought to me.
I did as instructed, telling the girls I would be right back.
Catherine was standing next to a group of women who seemed to be wives of various business men or politicians.
"Grandmother, would you care to dance?" I asked.
Catherine quickly agreed, looking delighted that I had asked.
As I led her to the dance floor, a photographer approached us and asked if he could take our picture. Catherine paused and put her hand through my arm and smiled. He took a couple of quick shots, thanking us as he moved on.
"Thank you. Sybil had me trapped, telling me all about her latest surgery," she said once we were on the dance floor.
I just smiled. I was enjoying having her in my arms again.
"Harry asked me if you'd be willing to meet with the press. He says that he can avoid it, if you want, but I gathered that he would appreciate if you did," she said. "Do you feel up to it?"
"Sure. Will you be with me?" I asked.
"Of course!"
As the song ended, Catherine said, "Ask Kalani to dance. I'll go talk to Uncle Harry."
After the next song ended, Catherine was there with Harry.
"Michael, thank you for doing this. I've arranged to let them meet with you on the west veranda. It's out of sight of the party, but close by. My security people are setting it up. Before we go over there, there's someone else I'd like you to meet.
"Is anybody up for doing a press conference with me?" I thought to the girls.
"You're doing a press conference?" Julie asked.
"C'mon. Meet me at the door where we came outside," I thought.
"Michael, this is Punch Sulzberger. Some of the people you are going to meet in a few minutes work for him. Punch is the publisher of the 'Times'. Punch, this is Michael Wagner. Michael will be taking over Wagner Industries soon," Harry said.
"How old are you, son," he asked.
"I'm sixteen, Sir. How old are you?" I replied.
Punch Sulzberger looked surprised. Then he laughed and said, "Why, I'm forty-six, as a matter of fact."
I just looked at him and smiled. I scanned and saw that he was trying to decide whether to give the go-ahead for his paper to begin publishing a series of articles on what would eventually become known as the 'Pentagon Papers'.
"Mr. Sulzberger, may I ask you a question, Sir?"
"Go ahead."
"If I told you that I can 'see' the future, would you believe me?" I asked.
"What kind of question is that?" he replied.
"For instance, the series of articles that Neil Sheehan wrote based on Ellsberg's leak of the Pentagon Papers.
"Whatthefuck!" Punch shouted louder than intended. "How the fuck did you know about that?"
He waved and smiled to a few guests who had heard his outburst. Then asked Harrison, "Harry, would you excuse us a moment?"
Harry looked at me.
"I'll be fine. It will only take a minute," I told him.
Sulzberger took my arm, leading me a few steps away.
"Okay kid, spill it! Where did you get that information from? You working for the Feds?"
"Mr. Sulzberger, as you are going to find out shortly, my history is easy to document. Until nineteen days ago, I was in a coma, the result of a traffic accident that killed my parents. When I woke up, I had no memory of my past, but found that I can 'see' certain things in the future. Now it's only been about three weeks, but everything I have 'seen' so far has been one hundred percent accurate."
"Yeah, Right. You still haven't explained how you know about the ... ah ... articles," he replied, unconvinced.
"But I just did. Let me give you an example. If you publish those articles starting next Sunday, the Justice Department will seek an injunction, and you'll appeal and win. In fact, you will have a Supreme Court ruling, 6-3, in your favor before the month is out," I told him.
He was running it over in his mind.
"And," I added, "You'll win another Pulitzer for them."
"How do I know this isn't some sort of set-up?" he asked.
"You don't. But like I said, I've seen the future, and you will do exactly what I have said. What I need, is for you to believe me. I'm aware of a few other things that are going to happen, and I need someone like you to tell me how to stop them."
"You're doing this for advice? Why don't you just write 'Dear Abby'?" Sulzberger said, but with much less confidence.
"I'm asking for nothing now. Go on to London. Think about what it would be like to have an occasional heads up, or advance knowledge, on future events," I said.
I could see his mind was rapidly processing my statement, evaluating the potential gain against the significantly reduced risk. If I was right!
"Oh, by-the-way. Bagdikian will publish it a week from next Friday. He was told that you have had them since March, but won't take the risk. I have to go now, and meet the other esteemed members of your profession, it seems. It was a pleasure to speak with you, Sir," I said walking away. ****
Harry grabbed my arm as I walked away, and led me to the west veranda. The girls as well as Catherine and Anna were standing there waiting.
Catherine just looked at me with an inquiring glance. I touched her arm, to let her know I was going to share something with her, and gave her my memory of my meeting with the publisher of the New York Times.
She looked at me questioningly.
"I'll explain later," I thought to her.
"I just hope you know what you're doing," she thought back.
I smiled to her as Harry asked, "Are you ready, Michael?"
"Let's do it."
"It shouldn't be too bad. Most of them," referring to the reporters, "are just trying to beat their deadline for the Sunday editions," Harry told me.
Harry offered his arm to Catherine. I did the same to Mikeya and Ileana, following Harry and Catherine up the steps to the veranda.
The flashes from the cameras sizzled like frying bacon as we approached the assembled reporters and photographers. I scanned for danger, but there was nothing life-threatening. There were several thoughts of resentment at being sent to cover something as typically boring as a teenager at a party on a Saturday night. But most were just looking for the proverbial 'story'.
We stopped in front of a cluster of microphones, as the flashes continued. Harry, with Catherine still on his arm, stood waiting in front of the group. The girls were a little intimidated, but gave their best smiles as we waited for the flashes to subside. The photographers were eating it up. Nine beautiful teenage girls, dressed to the nines. This was tabloid fodder for sure.
"Gentlemen, the board of directors of Wagner Industries met yesterday and tentatively approved the appointment of founder's grandson, Michael Gregory Wagner the Third, as President of Wagner Industries. This is in accordance with his grandfather's wishes. For now, Michael will be continuing his education, and at the same time, learning about Wagner Industries," Harry told them.
It was obvious he had done this many times before.
"As most of you know, Michael, and his sister Nicole, lost their parents in a horrible automobile accident in April. Michael was also in the automobile, receiving injuries that left him in a coma until a few weeks ago. Since then, he has been working to recover from multiple fractures and a severe head injury which left him with a form of amnesia that keeps him from remembering certain details of his life, prior to waking up," Harry continued to inform them.
"Who are all the chicks?" shouted someone.
"The young ladies surrounding him include his sister and his cousins, and two young ladies who are here visiting with their mother from Tapato. Now, are there any questions?"
"Michael, what makes you think you're qualified to run a company as big as Wagner industries?" was the first one.
"Owning a big part of it, I guess," I said trying to sound as youthful as I could.
There was a rumble of laughter that ran through the press corp.
"Actually, the leadership that's in place will continue to run Wagner Industries. My appointment is more to help the company to be in compliance with my grandfather's vision for its future," I explained. "My main goal is to graduate from high school, and get into college."
"How are you feeling? Have you recovered from your injuries?"
"All except for the memory loss. I'm still working on that."
"How bad is it?"
"How bad is what?"
"How bad is your memory loss?"
"What memory loss?" I deadpanned. They all laughed at that.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't picking on you. It was just too good to pass up. My head trauma specialist, Doctor Anna Carter, is right there," I pointed to Anna, who waved her hand slightly. "She can explain all the terminology later, if you're really interested."
"Where have you been since you got out of the hospital?"
"My family took me to a resort out west for a couple of weeks of R&R."
" ... you not gonna tell us where?"
"Nope. I don't own it, so I'm not gonna give 'em any free advertising!" I replied with a grin.
Of course, that brought another chuckle from the press guys, and many of the other guests who had gathered around the reporters to see what was going on.
There were several more questions in that vein, but they had not been prepared to meet me, so they weren't quite sure what to ask. That wouldn't be the case, next time. Finally someone asked about the girls.
"Michael? Would you introduce us to your family?"
Starting with my sister and my grandmother, I went down the list, giving their name and their relation to me. Vickie, I introduced as my personal assistant. Finally I came to the princesses.
"Gentlemen, this is Princess Mikeya, Heir to the Throne of Tapato," I told them, "and her sister, Princess Ileana."
Then holding out my hand for Kalani to join me, I said, "Gentlemen, may I present, Her Royal Majesty, Queen Kalani, of the Sovereign Nation of Tapato."
The flashbulbs started popping like a fireworks factory on fire!
"Your Majesty! Who are..."
"Your Majesty! Why are you here?"
"Gentlemen. Queen Kalani is visiting the United States with her daughters and are my guests for a few weeks," I explained.
The flashes started again as the news of a 'royal' vibrated with excitement through the tired news corps.
They started again with the questions, but I cut them off.
"I want to thank you gentlemen for your interest, although I fail to see how a sixteen year old with amnesia could be of any interest to your readers. I must get this group back to the party now. Thank you, and good night."
Then, offering Kalani my arm, I led the way back to the party.
After that, my evening was filled with a never-ending stream of introductions. I stayed near the girls, as Catherine, or Harry, would bring someone over for me to meet. I met a lot of people with important sounding titles, scanning them as we talked. There were lots of secrets that weren't really secrets, I noted. It seemed that quite a few people already knew about Intel's soon to be announced microprocessor.
I got to meet the Mayor of New York, John Lindsay, and his wife, Mary Anne. I also met Pete Rozelle, and his daughter, Anne Marie, who said she was thirteen, but acted older. I actually talked more with her than I did with her dad. She is a football fanatic, and knows the Mara family very well. So I tried teasing her about the Jets' win over Baltimore two years ago. Until I found out that she knew Joe Namath personally. She said she even had a crush on him when she was little, but they were just good friends now.
Miss America 1971, Phyllis George, was there. While I wasn't introduced, I recognized her, having seen her on TV in my last life. If I remembered correctly, she would become a sensation as a sports announcer in a few years and marry a future Governor of Kentucky.
The girls, particularly Randi, became excited about meeting one of the former Apollo astronauts, Frank Borman. Word was, he had retired from NASA, and was working for Eastern Airlines, at their headquarters here in New York.
I noticed Kalani's dance card stayed full, as the New York elite fell over themselves to dance with Royalty. Catherine even introduced her to a jewelry wholesaler, who wanted to talk about securing a large quantity of Tapato's famous Black Pearls for export, if she could help him find a way around the import restrictions.
I tried to dance with all the girls, as much as I could between all the introductions. I had just finished dancing with Mikeya, when I wandered over to get us a drink. A young girl, late teens I would have guessed, shyly followed me, but made no attempt to approach me. I scanned her and was surprised to find we were related. So I walked up to her and introduced myself.
"Hi. My name's Michael Wagner. What's yours?" I asked.
"Ah ... Amy. Amy Patterson," she replied. "I saw you talking to the press people and heard that you had amnesia, so I was not sure if you would remember me or not."
"I'm sorry, I don't. I met a Mrs. Vivian Patterson yesterday. She was my grandfather's niece. You're Vivian's daughter, right?"
"Yeah," she said shyly.
"Are you enjoying the party?" I asked.
"It's okay, I guess. Usually there are not this many young people here, though. So I end up dancing with all these older guys," she lamented.
"Well, if you will let me take Mikeya her drink, I would love to dance with you. That is if you'd like to dance with a younger guy," I said.
"Sure. That would be great," Amy replied, but without any enthusiasm.
I led her back to where most of the girls were seated and introduced Amy to everyone. She and Nicky had met several years ago, and they talked briefly.
Then I offered her my arm as I said, "Shall we?"
As we danced sedately to our parent's generation of music from the orchestra, I asked her questions, trying to draw her out. But she was shy and didn't really get into the conversation. I had scanned her and saw that she was interested in art, so I asked her about it. That seemed to do it as the floodgates opened and she told me all about trying to get into the art program at Columbia University.
Amy just kept talking when the music ended and the next dance started. Finally she looked at me as she said, "I can't believe you let me run on like that. I'm sorry, but my mother never likes me to talk about it. She wants me to go to Swarthmore and major in finding a husband."
"I'm not an expert, but based on our short conversation, you wouldn't have to go there very long, if that's your objective," I told her.
"How old did you say you were?" Amy asked.
"Michael?" Vickie thought to me.
"Yes?" I thought back.
"Catherine says you need to rescue Kalani," she told me.
"Mighty Mike to the rescue! Up! Up! And Away!" I thought back to her, paraphrasing the famous Saturday morning cartoon character.
Turning to Amy I said, "If you would excuse me, it seems I am needed for a 'royal' rescue!" I said nodding towards where Kalani was being crowded by several guys. "But, I'd like very much to continue our conversation later, if that's okay?" I asked.
"I understand. Of course. Thank you for dancing with me," she said with a touch of sadness. "And for listening to me."
I made my way to Kalani, and interrupting a rather longwinded stockbroker, asked Kalani if I could have the dance she had promised me.
I could sense the blowhard's almost hostile emotions as I led her away.
"Sorry guys, but duty calls," I said over my shoulder as I led her to the dance floor.
"Thank you, Michael," she whispered as we embraced on the dance floor. "I feel like letting my hair down. Are you up to some dancing?" she asked.
I simply separated us slightly and began a quickstep around the floor. Kalani was in rare form as the band switched to a Foxtrot number. Kalani has great musicality and expression, and her timing and shape are excellent. I had to focus to keep up with her, and found myself connecting with her mentally, preparing her for the next steps.
As we both pushed our dancing skills to a new level, the other dancers noticed us; they began stepping back to give us room. Kalani was really into it now, and I enjoyed the thrill she was getting, dancing in front of all these strangers.
"Liz, can you ask them to play 'Blue Danube' next?" I thought to her.
Liz stepped up to the conductor and whispered in his ear. He must have been used to it, he didn't miss a beat. Literally!
"Okay Michael, one Viennese waltz coming up!" Liz thought back a few moments later.
As the music wound down, I asked Kalani, "Are you ready to really give 'em a thrill?"
Her eyes were sparkling with excitement as she just nodded her head.
"All right, let's show them a 'Royal' Viennese Waltz, then!" I said as I led her to the very center of the floor, to the gathering applause from the other guests.
Taking our positions, we waited as the orchestra began the intro to 'Blue Danube'.
Nicky and Vickie later told me, that it was like watching a fairy tale unfold. The classic music from the live orchestra, the twinkling lights, the beautiful princess in her stunning gown, gracefully gliding across the dance floor with the talented and handsome prince as her dance partner.
All I know is, for the all-too-brief time we were dancing, I was simply lost in her radiant smile. The other guests stared in rapt attention, as we glided smoothly around the floor. Finally, as the music ended, I skipped the standard final pose, and just hugged her breathlessly to me.
Forgetting where we were, I kissed her full on the lips, as the applause erupted. Then quickly, I presented her and she bowed to the crowd. I followed with a quick bow, then escorted Kalani straight to where my family was still cheering.
Harry approached, followed by Amy and a young man I hadn't met.
"Your Majesty, that was great!" Harry said. "Michael, where did you learn to dance like that? Did Her Majesty teach you?"
"Oh, no! Prince Michael was an excellent dancer before I met him!" Kalani said excitedly as she beamed at me.
"Who's Prince Michael? Are you talking about the kid?" said a man I didn't know. I scanned him quickly and panicked for a moment.
Earl Wilson was the famous gossip columnist for the New York Post. His column, 'It Happened Last Night' was notorious for making and breaking careers.
Oh, oh!" I thought. This could be trouble!"
"I'm Prince Michael," I told him. "It's a long story, and I don't want to bore you."
"Are you kidding?" Wilson said. "This is one story I have GOT to hear!"
I thought it through quickly. It was bound to come out sooner or later, and I was not great at trying to hide things. I had other more important secrets to keep. It shouldn't be a negative for the girls, because it was their way of life. So the only one it could hurt is me. I couldn't see a big downside. Besides, feeding Wilson an exclusive now, could have a benefit for me later. And while Earl Wilson was famous for telling secrets, he was not known for being cruel or spiteful.
"Is this off the record?" I asked.
"Listen kid ... er ... Prince. With me, there is no off the record!" he said proudly.
"In that case, you will address him as 'Your Highness'," Ileana stated boldly. She must have heard my thoughts.
"And his official title is Crown Prince Michael, Protector of the Throne of Tapato, and Defender of the Royal Family," Mikeya added.
"Sorry kid ... er ... Your Highness," Wilson said.
"That's alright, Mr. Wilson. Ignorance is easier to excuse than stupidity," I told him.
"Say what?" Wilson did a double take.
"Mr. Wilson, on Tapato, we are a matriarchal society. Do you even understand what a matriarchy is?" Kalani asked.
"Sure, it's where the dames have all the power," Wilson replied.
Kalani grimaced at the word dames, but before she could resume explaining, I interrupted her.
"Mr. Wilson. I'm sure acting dumb for most people gets you more information. But with us, it's just irritating."
Wilson considered a moment before he answered.
"My apologies. It becomes habit, after doing it for so long. I tend to forget that there are any really intelligent people out there when I'm looking for information. Please, Your Majesty, finish what you were about to say," he said urbanely.
"Thank you, Mr. Wilson. As I was saying, our custom dictates that when the Queen's eldest daughter, who is known as the Heir, or Crown Princess, becomes of age, a suitable mate is sought to sire the next Heir. If there are two daughters, then they are both bred. It is our way of insuring the monarchy continues, and it's perfectly acceptable on Tapato," Kalani explained patiently.
"So let me get this straight. The kid here, oops! Sorry! Like I said, it becomes habit. So Michael here, became a Prince because he agreed to make one or both of your daughters pregnant?"
"Remarkable! He actually got it," said Kalani.
"That means that the ... ah... 'Prince' here, is married to both of them?" he asked.
"First, His Highness, is joined to them by our custom. I do not know if this would be recognized in your country as a lawful marriage. Second, as Crown Prince, he becomes a citizen of Tapato, so your laws become moot in that regard. And, it insures the heir is born of royal lineage."
"But he's sleeping with both of them?" Wilson stated as a question.
"Sororal polygyny is not only condoned, but admired, in our nation. It requires a very special man to fulfill the demands of our royal customs. However, I am discovering that your country is still somewhat primitive and backwards when it comes to anything to do with sex!" Kalani said. "Monogamy, as a cultural tradition, is only advantageous to men. I'll bet that, if the women of America were to ever understand how advantageous polygyny is for them, it would become the rule here as well."
Earl Wilson didn't rise to the bait. Instead he studied us carefully for a moment before he answered.
"You know, you may be right. But thank God, they haven't figured that out yet!" he said as he laughed.
We all politely laughed with him.
"Mr. Wilson, we understand you may write about us in your column. And that's okay because we are not trying to hide anything. But at the same time, we don't want any international issues either. In fact, we'll give you another exclusive, if you'd like?
"I don't see how you can top that, but I'm all ears, Prince," Wilson said.
"Okay, on Tuesday, Queen Kalani is meeting with the State Department to discuss establishing diplomatic ties with the United States. We don't want any of this to interfere, so we're just asking you not to denigrate it. Please."
"Denigrate, huh? I'll bet I don't have more than two dozen readers who even know what that word means!" he laughed. "How old did you say you were, Prince?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you I thought to myself, as I just shrugged my shoulders to him.
"I'll tell you what, Prince; I'll write it straight and let my readers decide. Fair?" he asked.
"That's fair. In that case, I'll also give you one last exclusive. I hope you believe in magic, because I am actually a visitor from another time. I have a special gift that occasionally allows me to see the future. Tomorrow, Hughes Airwest Flight 706 out of Los Angeles, will have a midair collision with a jet fighter, shortly after takeoff. All 49 people on the airliner will be killed, along with one of the two crew members of the F-4B fighter," I thought to Mr. Wilson.
"What? Why did you tell me that?" Wilson asked out loud.
"Tell you what dear?" said his wife who was standing silently beside him. Even though he wrote the column, he relied on his wife Rosemary to make the rounds with him, especially of 'A' list parties like this one. It seemed to get him more open responses, when the unsuspecting thought they were just talking with another couple at a party.
"You didn't hear him talk about a plane crash?" Wilson said to his wife excitedly.
"No dear, I don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about," his wife said.
I just shrugged my shoulders as he looked at me.
"I think I see someone he needs to talk to," Rosemary said as she took the obviously distracted columnist by the arm. "It was very nice to meet all of you," she added as she led him away.
"Remember, Hughes Airwest Flight 706. Tomorrow!" I thought to him sadly.
"What was that about an airliner?" Ileana asked after Rosemary Wilson was led her husband away.
I didn't answer, aware that Amy Patterson was still with us.
"Later?" I thought to Ileana.
She smiled, nodding slightly to indicate she heard.
"Did you all meet Amy?" I asked the girls. "She's a relative."
"Hi," Amy said meekly to the crowd of girls.
They all welcomed her warmly, chatting away and getting to know her. Nothing else was said about the airliner. I noticed that Jason was taking turns dancing not only with Julie and Jennifer, but Mandy and Randi as well.
Finally Amy couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. "So, my cousin Michael is now a Prince? And he's married to both of you?" she asked the Princesses.
""Well, yes and no, Miss Patterson," Kalani answered for her daughters.
"They are joined by Tapatoan custom, but it is not officially recognized as marriage by your custom. Technically, the girls, and any children they may produce, will have no official claim on the Prince, or his estate."
"Which means that while he is mated to us, Michael is still free to marry anyone else he chooses," Mikeya added.
"So you both share him?" she asked in confusion. "At the same time ... Oh my god! I can't believe I said that!" she blushed...
The girls just laughed.
"Is it okay to tell her, Michael?" Nicky asked. "After all, she IS family."
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