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Thursday, June 17, 1971
The rains of yesterday had departed overnight and the sky was sunny and bright as I did my warm up, preparing to run. Being on the train, I had missed my daily exercise, so my mind was focused on how to refit the forward area of the Dining Car as I tried to remember what exercise equipment was available in 1971, when I felt Kip approaching. He nodded and began to warm up as well.
"I was headed for the reception area. It's about two miles there and back," I told him. "You're welcome to join me if you'd like."
"Okay," was his only reply.
When he was ready, we took off. Along the way, I pointed out various landmarks, such as the stables and the main house, and filled him in on the support facilities. I was glad to see that I wasn't puffing too badly after the layoff.
When we reached the reception building, we turned and headed back without stopping.
"I wish I had thought to wear my jock strap," he finally said with a chuckle. "But I think I'm finally getting used to the nudity."
"Yeah. I learned the hard way too," I replied with a grin.
"Are there any free weights here?" he asked.
When I told him I didn't think so, I could see his disappointment. I began to tell him of my plans for the Dining Car refit and he became excited. I needed to remember to tell Jessica to be sure to design a workout room in the new house, too.
Because Kip wasn't wearing his jock strap, I didn't push the pace as I headed back to the Dining Hall. It was still early, but I already knew Mable was in the kitchen.
We stopped at the steps to the Dining Hall to do our cool down stretches. I saw Amy, Nicky, Jessica, and Izzy coming down the path from the Lodge. So we all went in together. The Ranch seemed pretty busy this week, with lots of guests. There were already several people enjoying their morning coffee as we took a seat. The serving line should open any minute.
"Good morning, Michael," Jessica said as we picked out a table. "I'm glad you're up early. Can we spend a few minutes on your new home? I have some questions for you."
"Certainly. But could I run something by Amy and Nicky first?" I asked.
"I didn't mean you had to talk to me right now. Just sometime today," Jessica replied.
"Well, if you're okay with it, we can discuss it while we eat. Just give me a minute," I said.
"Sure."
Nicky kissed me good morning as Amy asked, "You want us? What's up?"
I quickly filled them in on Shelly, Mable's daughter, asking them if they had any ideas about how the foundation would handle scholarships.
"It's one of the things we've been working on. Technically, the foundation won't have money to spend until next year, but Nicky said you might advance the Foundation some cash until then," Amy said, stating it as a request for verification.
"Certainly. How much were you thinking?" I replied.
"We don't know. I would guess enough to do anything that can't be put off until next year. You know, like this girl Shelly. If we were to scholarship her, we'd need the money for her first semester soon," Amy explained.
"Which brings up another matter. Amy needs to decide where she wants to go to school this fall and start her application process. Do you have any idea where we are going to be?" Nicky asked.
"I plan on being in the new house Jessica's building us," I said with a big grin.
"You're gonna freeze that cute little ass off if you're going to stay there this winter," Jessica retorted, "since it won't be finished until spring."
"So she can go ahead and look at Maryville College?" Nicky asked.
"Or any other school that she wants. Amy doesn't HAVE to stay with us," I explained.
"Are you kidding? I wouldn't want to be anywhere else," Amy exclaimed.
"Okay, that's settled. Now Amy had this idea and I think it's great so we wanted to run it by you. Tell him Amy," Nicky said.
"There was this girl at school and she got an academic scholarship from IBM for all four years to the school of her choice. The only catch was that she has to work for IBM for five years after she graduates. She was okay with it because that was one of the companies she wanted to work for. But I was thinking," Amy said, "Wagner Industries is so big, we could use almost any type of degree. So why couldn't we add a stipulation that the recipient has to work for Wagner for five years after graduating?"
They both looked at me waiting on my response.
"I like it," I told them. "We need to check with Izzy about the legal ramifications, and you might want to consider adding a clause about working for Wagner, or as a Wagner appointee to a charitable cause."
"What do you mean?" Amy asked.
"For instance, if we helped someone become a nurse, we might let them work at a hospital where there is a need for nurses, but no funding. They would still be a Wagner employee, but their services would be at the Foundation's discretion," I explained.
"That's a great idea, Michael!" Izzy exclaimed as she went into legal mode and began discussing everything in detail with Nicky and Amy.
I turned to Jessica. "Let's go get our breakfast and we'll talk while we eat," I suggested.
As we ate, Jessica pulled out her sketchbook to show me her preliminary designs. A regular box house was out. Boring! I also wasn't interested in the 'French style Manor House' design. It was too fancy for rural Blount County. I decided that her 'Mountain Lodge' design was still my favorite.
"Before you decide, I've got one more to show you," she said, turning one last page in her sketchpad. "I went a little crazy with it. And I realize it might be more than you want to spend, but if I were going to design a home for myself, it would be this..."
The preliminary designs were built around an enclosed courtyard, and I was attracted to it immediately. The home had a 'Frank Lloyd Wright' quality to it and it also had the advantage of being able to be expanded fairly simply. Its main feature seemed to be the tall waterfall in the two story entrance hall that followed a small stream through the main living area and out to the pool in the courtyard.
"Hmm-m-m," I murmured as I studied the design. "These seem a little more comprehensive than the others you showed me."
Jessica blushed slightly. "I've been working on these since I was in high school. It's my dream home, but on a much larger scale," she confessed. "I could almost draw it in my sleep."
I looked up from the drawings to gaze into her eyes. "I see that Narvenia was correct. We must be soul mates because I love what you are showing me," I told her sincerely. Her eyes shone wide as she excitedly began to point out all the features she had designed into the home.
When I asked her about the basement, she hesitated before answering.
"Well, it depends on the site topography. Steve should be here by lunch with the details from his surveys," Jessica said. "I didn't tell him it was a clothing optional resort. And I don't think Daddy did either. But he did tell Mom, and now Mom won't let Daddy come," Jessica sounded a little disappointed as she explained. "She said there was no way she was going anywhere that she had to run around in her birthday suit. And that she sure wasn't going to let Daddy go anywhere near anyplace that I'm running around naked!"
Nicky and I exchanged knowing smiles. You didn't have to be an empath to figure out the subconscious desires in Jessica's statement.
As the others arrived for breakfast, we included them in the design consultation as I showed them the designs that Jessica had sketched out. Of course, they all had ideas and questions. The kitchen, nurseries, and laundry room all got extra attention, but they said next to nothing about their own rooms. I remembered to ask Jessica about a workout room, and she said it was already included.
About the only major change the girls suggested was that the bedrooms be designed big enough for two and included lots of closet space. Jessica's original plan had included the four master suites I had asked for, and twenty single rooms. However, she wanted to increase the number to twenty double rooms and ten single rooms with a shared bathroom between every pair of bedrooms.
And they all agreed that my room had to be much larger, and come equipped with a very large bed!
When Anna arrived, she immediately got into a discussion with Kip and Penny about the security for our new home and wanted to eliminate the exterior balconies off each outside room. It seemed that exterior balconies presented a security nightmare.
Could we add a circular slide from my balcony down to the pool?" I asked.
The girls all became quiet, looking at me like I had just asked for something totally absurd. Then Jessica broke the silence. "I don't see why not. Let me think about how to work it into the courtyard theming."
Then the ideas really began to fly, and while most would never get off the drawing board, there were a couple of good ones. They all shot down my idea for a 'grotto' cave at the far end of the pool, similar to what the playboy mansion had in Los Angeles. The whole-house intercom system was discussed, but I vetoed it. The technology just wasn't there yet to make it practical.
I looked up at one point and realized we had been so engrossed in conversation that they were already breaking down the breakfast serving line. I quickly hustled myself to the coffee pot for a refill. Nicky and Amy spotted me and followed.
"We've got it worked out, Michael," Amy said. "But Nicky and I think you should be the one to tell her."
"Yeah, bro. You're the one that thought of it," Nicky said smiling.
"Why don't we all do it," I suggested. Then I led Nicky and Amy back into the kitchen.
I spotted Shelly putting the dishes through the large commercial Hobart dishwasher. She had on an apron to protect her body from the steam from the dishwasher as she quickly stacked up the plates from the last load.
"Hi, Shelly," I said, interrupting her routine. "I realize you're busy, but we need to ask you a question."
Shelly looked from me to my sister, and then to Amy, trying to decide if there was mischief afoot. But apparently, we looked sincere, so wiping her brow with her forearm, and drying her hands on the apron, she said, "Okay. You do know that guests aren't supposed to be back here, don't you? What do you want?"
"I'm afraid it's my fault, because we couldn't catch you in the dining room. If you want, I'll go get Sandy or Anna to say it's okay," I offered.
"Naw, it's alright. Just don't go and slip on something and sue the Ranch, or it'll be my ass," Shelly said.
"Well, this shouldn't take but a minute. We just wanted to know where you were going to college and what you were going to major in," I said.
Shelly eyed us suspiciously, then called out, "Momma!"
"What?" Mable yelled back.
"Come 'ere," Shelly called out again as she stood with her arms crossed under her breasts, looking at us disapprovingly.
"What you want, child?" Mable said as she came around the large dishwashing machine. She stopped when she saw us, as a frown crept onto her face.
"What are you children up to?" she asked me.
"Miz Mable, Shelly, this is my twin sister Nicole, but she goes by Nicky. Nicky's the President of the Wagner Foundation. And this is my cousin Amy. She's the Executive Director of the Wagner Foundation. And they were telling me that the foundation just happens to have a full four-year college scholarship that has suddenly become available for the fall semester. And I told them I just happened to know someone that might be interested..."
"Ee-e-e-e MOMMA! You told him!" Shelly screamed the accusation.
"Honey-chil', I ain't done told nobody abouts your business!" Mable said with a huff.
"Easy, Miss Shelly," I said as the girls stepped back a little. "Your mother said absolutely nothing, but I do have my sources. Now, are you telling me they're wrong?"
I scanned her while we waited on her to answer. She had pride, that's for sure. And determination. But she knew that nothing in life came to folks like her easily. So her suspicions were her overriding emotion at the moment.
When she didn't answer, I went on. "My sources also tell me that you are practically a genius in math and you aced that portion of your SAT. They also told me you wanted to study at Wharton, but couldn't afford the steep tuitions. Additionally, they said that you had been turned down for several scholarships because you were African-American."
"She's what?" Mable interrupted.
"African-American, Momma," Shelly said. "It's the new polite thing to call niggers."
Amy and Nicky both retreated a step.
"Oh, oh!" thought Nicky as she felt my temper flare.
I stepped in front of Shelly, my chest inches from her nose. As her gaze rose to meet mine, I said in a very low but forceful voice, "I personally do not appreciate ethnic slurs, regardless of the skin color of the person saying it. Being black does not give you any rights. Being a human being does. Being an American does. Being an intelligent person most definitely does. And being willing to work for what you want, gives you rights as well."
I moved back a step, but my eyes never left hers. "Now you have the right to kick us out of here without hearing the details of their offer," I nodded to Nicky and Amy, "but you didn't graduate second in your class because you're stupid. So, make up your mind, and no more slurs, racial or otherwise."
I turned to Mable. "I'm sorry we interrupted. I hope she's as smart as you said she was," I told her and walked out of the kitchen, leaving a shocked Shelly to Nicky and Amy.
Shelly's mind was in confusion. She knew we were rich kids, and assumed we had come back to the kitchen to torment her, or put her down. She had started out in a defensive mode and seemed to go downhill from there. Now she was trying to deal with her own prejudice. I fed Nicky what I had gleaned from Shelly's emotions.
"Thanks, Bro. We'll handle it from here," Nicky replied.
"Maybe she'll listen to him!" Mable was thinking. "That girl's done got too big for her britches."
Then she giggled as she realized Shelly wasn't wearing any britches and giggled again at her own pun, before her mind turned to me with some very X-rated ideas. "Damn that boy! He done got me all riled up again," she thought as she placed her hand under her apron to feel the dampness between her legs.
"Again?" I pondered as I headed for the coffee pot in the dining room. I was getting myself another cup and trying to decide whether to scan Mable for more information, when I was attacked.
"Why didn't you come to bed last night?" Jenny yelled at me as she swatted my arm. She had said it playfully, but I knew she really meant it.
"Yeah!" her sister echoed. "Why didn't you?"
"I did. You were both asleep," I grinned as I told them.
"Then why didn't you..." Jenny started.
" ... wake us up?" Julie finished.
"You just looked so pretty, like twin goddesses asleep in my bed. I just didn't have the heart to disturb you," I told them. "Believe me; it wasn't like I wasn't tempted though." I hugged both of them to me.
"You owe us!" they both said at the same time.
"And I always pay my debts," I replied as we walked to where the others were seated.
Jenny and Julie were soon immersed in the discussion still going on about the new house. I clarified a couple of points, mostly about how three of the four master suites were for Catherine, John and Sarah, and Jeff and Debbie. When Jessica asked whom the fourth suite was for, I just smiled. I reminded her that Debbie was pregnant with triplets, and Sarah was pregnant with twins, so she needed to plan accordingly.
Debbie just looked at me, and smiled.
"I love you, too," I thought back.
"Does anyone know where Catherine is?" asked Jessica. "And are John and Sarah coming?"
"Catherine and Sandy went up to the Reception Center to wait on arriving guests," Anna replied.
I scanned and found them talking. "Good morning," I thought to them. "What's the status of our guests?"
"Kalani's flight was delayed. By the time she and the young man you had sent with Mikeya met up with Natalie, David and Beth were almost there. They are escorting the Volkonsky's, and so I asked Kalani and Natalie if they would mind waiting on them. Then I chartered a helicopter to fly them all together to the ranch. They should be here in a couple of hours. I hope they don't crash. I don't trust a flying machine without wings," Catherine said.
"Michael?" Sandy asked.
"Good morning!" I told her.
"Are you busy right now?" she asked.
I glanced around me, as the girls were all talking. "Do you need me for anything else?" I asked Jessica.
"Nothing to do with architecture, if that's what you're asking," she said coyly. "I may have a few other needs though."
I smiled at her, lecherously.
"I'm all clear," I told Sandy.
"Could you meet me at the Main House?" she asked. "I have something to show you."
"I'm on my way," I replied.
It didn't take me ten minutes to jog back down the trail to the Reception Center. I had scanned her and so I knew what she wanted.
The Main House is Jaye and Buddy's home. The original structure was struck by lightning and partially burned in 1965. They had razed the remains down to the foundation and then totally rebuilt from the ground up. It was a basic two-story structure, and had seven bedrooms and a mid-60s state of the art kitchen.
Its best feature was the huge wrap around porch that circled the home on three sides. It was twelve feet deep and held an eclectic assortment of porch and patio furniture, including a wicker patio set of big chairs with deep cushions, a couple of porch swings, and rocking chairs of all sizes. There were small tables scattered everywhere and a couple of large rattan chairs that looked like cages with cushions, hung from the ceiling. It was in one of these that I found Sandy.
She jumped out of the swinging chair as I mounted the steps to the high porch and stood there absently twirling an end of her brown hair nervously as I reached the top. Then taking my hand, she said "C'mon."
I didn't move as her arm reached its limit and she jerked to a halt. Then as she looked at me in surprise, I quickly picked her up and twirled her around once, and then kissed her passionately.
"Did you know I loved you?" I asked her.
"Oh god, yes!" she exclaimed. "Especially after yesterday!"
"Okay," I told her as I let her slide through my arms until her feet touched the floor. "Just checking. Now, where did you want to take me?"
"C'mon. I want to show you something," she said, happier now. She led me into the house and immediately up the large staircase to the second floor. Then turning right she led me down a wide hall.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
Then quickly I stepped off the width of the hall. "Jessica?" I thought. "Is it too late to make a little change?"
"Not at all. What's up?" Jessica thought back.
"I want all the hallways to be eight feet wide, okay?" I told her.
"That's awfully wide, Michael," she said.
"I don't care. I am in one right now and I love it!" I replied.
"Okay, then. You're the boss. Eight foot wide hallways it is!" Jessica answered. "Anything else?"
"Not right now," I told Jessica.
"Sorry about that," I said to Sandy who stood there looking at me with a grin.
She just giggled as she led me on down the hall, stopping in front of a closed door.
"I hope you like it," she said as she opened the door for me to step in.
The first thing I saw was an old, hand carved baby bed with blue sheets and a little pillow. The white pillowcase had some beautiful old embroidery work on it. Above the bed was an old baby quilt. It was obvious to me that it was handmade as well. While I couldn't remember the pattern, I knew enough about quilting to appreciate the handiwork that had gone into it. On another wall was another baby quilt, about the same age, but a different pattern.
"That's a 'Little Dutch Girl' pattern, isn't it?" I asked.
"I'm impressed that you know about quilting," Sandy said. "But I've always heard it called 'Little Dutch Doll'. Either way, will work, I'm sure. Do you know the pattern of the one above the baby bed?"
"I think it's something about fences, but I can't remember the name," I told her.
"Rail Fence. At least that's what your grandmother said it was called," Sandy told me.
On the headboard of the baby bed hung a small, embroidered plaque with the single word 'David' on it.
Knowing she was planning to show me a nursery didn't prepare me for the feelings that flooded me as I took it all in. There was so much to the room. And everything in it was old. I could feel their vibrations. But the realization suddenly hit home that this was for David, our son. My son! Tears began to form in my eyes as an unbridled joy filled my heart.
Sandy hadn't said a word, waiting on me to say something. But I couldn't. Not without crying. So I picked her up again, and kissed her with all my heart as I opened myself to her to let her feel what I was feeling now.
It surprised her at first, until she saw my heart and began to feel my feelings.
"Oh, Michael!" she cried. "You do love it!"
"Yes, Sandy. It's beautiful. You must have worked so hard to get it ready," I replied.
Sandy led me around the room, describing everything in detail. The small quilt on the wall behind the bed turned out to be mine. My great-grandmother, Catherine's mother, had quilted it for me. "Nicky's got one that matches it in pink, but Catherine sent yours to me. She also sent the embroidered pillowcase. She said her grandmother had done it for her when she was born," Sandy explained.
I noticed what looked like a newly installed door so I opened it expecting to see a closet or something, but was surprised to find it was a connecting door to a larger bedroom with a decidedly feminine décor.
"That's my room," she said as I looked over the room. "Daddy had the connecting door installed last week."
"You've done a wonderful job on the nursery," I told her. "I'm really impressed."
"Thank you. I was hoping you would like it," she said. Then she just stood there looking at me. I wasn't sure what to say, so I scanned her. She was thinking about babies, at the moment. Particularly about making them!
"C'mere," I told her as I held out my hands to her.
"Tell me about him, again, Michael," she said.
"We will have a son, Sandy. He will be born here at Twin Springs and his name will be David. He will grow up big and strong and become a great leader," I told her, repeating back the prophecy from my dream.
"I really do love you, you know," Sandy replied softly, as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek.
I lifted her, and carried her into the adjoining room, where I laid her on the bed.
"Will you make our son in me now?" she asked.
"Yes, my soon-to-be little momma," I told her.
I lay beside her as we kissed, opening my heart to her once again. This time, there was no hurry, no rushing for the finish line. I took my time as I gave her what she wanted. I gave her my love.
Sandy lay on her side, her head propped on one hand as she traced outlines on my chest with the fingers of her other hand. "Do you think I'm pregnant, yet?" she asked. "This is supposed to be my fertile time, and you came in me once yesterday and twice this morning."
"We'll know in a week or so," I told her. "Between the prophecy and all we've done, it's likely. However, I think we should keep trying, just in case."
"Now?" she asked, a little unsure.
I laughed. "Maybe later," I told her. "I think you've worn me out for now."
Sandy smiled. She seemed to take pride in her accomplishment. "Good. I have to get back to work. We're expecting a lot of guests in today. There's a nudist group out of Southern California coming to check out the ranch. If all goes well, we'll start an exchange program with them where membership in either group means you can use either facility," she told me.
"Have they found your replacement, yet?" I asked.
"We thought we had, but I hear you offered her a college scholarship this morning," she said teasingly.
"Uh-oh," I said. "I hope I didn't mess up you leaving with me next week."
"Nah. I told Shelly we would still train her. That will give Mom and Dad until the end of the season to find someone else," Sandy explained. "Besides, there is no way you're leaving me behind again. I was so lonely when you were gone."
"Well, you may regret that when I have to go back to school in the fall," I told her.
"Oh yeah, I keep forgetting you're still in high school," she murmured.
The way she said the words 'high school' with a definite pause between the two words, almost made me scan her to see what she meant. However, before I could, she laughed as she added, "I can't believe I've fallen head-over-heels in love with a guy who's five years younger than me. I mean, that's almost like a senior dating an eighth grader!"
"Just remember," I told her, "I'm also thirty-five years older than you in some ways."
"Oh yeah. I keep forgetting that," she sighed. "And I keep forgetting you're an empath as well. No wonder you kept doing all the things I wanted when we were making love."
"Are you complaining?" I asked.
"Only about how long I have to wait to have you again!" she said coyly.
"C'mere, you," I told her, pulling her on top of me, kissing her.
"We can't!" she cried. "I've already been gone too long."
Sadly, I finally let her go. "Okay. Can I walk you back over?" I asked.
"Of course, silly," she said, as she began getting dressed. She gave me a robe with the ranch monogram on it since the reception area was not part of the clothing optional portion of the ranch. Then taking my hand, she led me down a path I had not been on before. It was a shortcut, hidden from view of the main road, which the family used to get from the office to the main house. "Guests usually don't go this way," she explained, as we rounded a small bend in the trail. Stopping suddenly, Sandy looked both ways, then pulled me to her, kissing me one more time.
A helicopter passed overhead. It seemed to be flying so low, it might hit the top of the trees. But it passed over them with no problems, and sank out of sight.
"I guess the Queen is here," Sandy said resignedly. "Along with Natalie and the Count and Countess."
"Yes," I agreed. I could feel Kalani and Natalie's emotional signatures. I also confirmed that Tommy, along with David and Beth were with them as well. Count Bohdan Volkonsky, his wife and two children, rounded out the party on the helicopter.
We entered the rear door as the new arrivals came in the front. I could see the helicopter sitting in the grass beside the parking lot. The rotors had stopped and some of the ranch hands were off loading luggage onto the wagon.
"Your Majesty, I am so glad to see..." I started to say. Instead, Kalani just grabbed me and kissed me enthusiastically on the lips.
"I've warned you about playing around with titles," she quipped when she finally let me go. "Especially since I have missed you so much!"
I stood there without being able to think of anything to say while everyone else laughed.
Natalie, not to be outdone, then pulled me to her and kissed me passionately as well.
"Yeah, I missed you too," was all she said as she looked at me sheepishly.
"Don't look at me!" Tommy said as I shook his hand. "I sure didn't miss you!"
"I was about to say, welcome back," I whined defensively.
David also offered a hand. "I didn't miss you either," he said.
Catherine hugged Natalie and Kalani before moving to stand before the Volkonsky's. Bohdan stood stiffly, and seemed ill at ease. His wife, Ivana, held on to his arm with both of her hands. I had thought it was because she was scared as well, but after scanning them, I realized her only fear was that Bohdan might run away.
Bohdan then introduced his wife, Ivana, their twelve year old son, Sturgey, and their daughter, Trealyn, who was eleven. I had met Bohdan a couple of weeks ago, on the train, and we had parted on less than friendly terms. Ignoring me, he moved to where the adults were standing, talking.
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