Rocket1010
Literotica Guru
- Joined
- Jul 24, 2002
- Posts
- 5,262
Jack Wilson sat in the law office of Williams - Wetherspoon waiting for the reading of his father's will. He was a bit surprised he was even listed in the will since he and his father, Henry Wilson, had been estranged for years. As he sat waiting for Martha Wetherspoon to join him in the conference room, he had time to reflect.
He was 29 years old and had a life of his own ever since the big fight with his father eight years back. He was in his second year in college and things were going smoothly until he heard the news of his mother's death. She had fallen down some stairs at their home and it was ruled an accident. But he knew his parents were quarreling very badly, screaming at times. He didn't want to believe she had tripped and hit her head on the marble floor at the base of the stairs and blamed his father. He confronted his father about the accident since he was home at the time and assumed they got into a violent argument. And the way his father acted simply raised more questions. He remembered his father screaming that he, Jack, was not an investigator and let the police do their job. That fight started the rift between them that led him to refuse any calls or requests for visits from his father.
Martha Wetherspoon entered the conference room carrying a large package. "Thank you for coming today, Jack. Your father was a trusted client for many years and we are very sorry to hear of his passing." She opened the package and pulled out a document and began to read the last will and testament of Henry Wilson.
Jack accepted her condolence and sat stoically during the reading, listening to every word. He was receiving a vast fortune, including the island home he remembered visiting a lot before his mother's tragic accident. He thought of the good times, taking friends to the island paradise for fun times. With the inheritance of a fortune, he knew he would no longer have to work for a living
"Your father was very explicit in his will that you are not to sell the island compound. The will also states that the other three homes may be sold but not the island. And, finally, Jack you are to stay on the island during the summer months with no contact with your friends. Your friends are not allowed to visit you while you are on the island. If you violate the terms of the will, all financial holdings including the island will go to a private charity." She looked at Jack. "Do you understand?"
Jack was mired in thought, responding weakly, "Yes." His mind centered on his father’s demand he spend the time on the island by himself.
"Good. There is one more thing your father wanted you to have." Martha pulled out an envelope addressed to him.
Jack's hands shook a little when he took the envelope, reading his name in his father's handwriting. Opening it, he read the heartfelt letter and Jack realized all the years of hate toward his father evaporated. It really wasn't his father's fault that his mother died and now he realized it. Fighting back a tear, he thanked the lawyer and headed out to the nearest bar.
The Black Horse Bar was a popular place during the week for young people working downtown. He sat at the bar contemplating the requirements of the will. He had about a three months before he was to visit the island for three months or more. He knew it was his father's way of penalizing him for all the years of not answering his calls and letters. If he were to be banned to the island, there was nothing in the will that said he had to do it alone, with someone who was not a friend. But who would he take. Since his friends were not allowed, his only option was to find someone he didn’t know.
Sipping his third bourbon, an idea began to form. What if he kidnapped someone. But the idea faded as he thought of the police and someone looking for a missing person. No, it was too preposterous. He was single and had burnt every bridge with previous women he dated. He found that once they found out about his wealth, their whole demeanor changed and he thought they were just after his money and not him as a person. What he needed was the perfect woman that he could kidnap and would not be missed, at least not for a while. It was a crazy idea but why not try to find someone.
Over the next month, Jack visited bars and restaurants hoping to stumble on the perfect woman but it seemed like a hopeless task. It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. The women he approached didn't seem like the perfect candidate. And the single women he thought to kidnap seemed too popular.
One evening, he saw a woman and man standing on the sidewalk arguing. He couldn't hear what they were saying but it was evident she was really upset with him.
She was young and he took a liking to her as she stood up to her husband or boyfriend. He stopped, appearing to look in the window of a shoe store trying to listen and be invisible. Something inside told him she might just fit the bill.
He was 29 years old and had a life of his own ever since the big fight with his father eight years back. He was in his second year in college and things were going smoothly until he heard the news of his mother's death. She had fallen down some stairs at their home and it was ruled an accident. But he knew his parents were quarreling very badly, screaming at times. He didn't want to believe she had tripped and hit her head on the marble floor at the base of the stairs and blamed his father. He confronted his father about the accident since he was home at the time and assumed they got into a violent argument. And the way his father acted simply raised more questions. He remembered his father screaming that he, Jack, was not an investigator and let the police do their job. That fight started the rift between them that led him to refuse any calls or requests for visits from his father.
Martha Wetherspoon entered the conference room carrying a large package. "Thank you for coming today, Jack. Your father was a trusted client for many years and we are very sorry to hear of his passing." She opened the package and pulled out a document and began to read the last will and testament of Henry Wilson.
Jack accepted her condolence and sat stoically during the reading, listening to every word. He was receiving a vast fortune, including the island home he remembered visiting a lot before his mother's tragic accident. He thought of the good times, taking friends to the island paradise for fun times. With the inheritance of a fortune, he knew he would no longer have to work for a living
"Your father was very explicit in his will that you are not to sell the island compound. The will also states that the other three homes may be sold but not the island. And, finally, Jack you are to stay on the island during the summer months with no contact with your friends. Your friends are not allowed to visit you while you are on the island. If you violate the terms of the will, all financial holdings including the island will go to a private charity." She looked at Jack. "Do you understand?"
Jack was mired in thought, responding weakly, "Yes." His mind centered on his father’s demand he spend the time on the island by himself.
"Good. There is one more thing your father wanted you to have." Martha pulled out an envelope addressed to him.
Jack's hands shook a little when he took the envelope, reading his name in his father's handwriting. Opening it, he read the heartfelt letter and Jack realized all the years of hate toward his father evaporated. It really wasn't his father's fault that his mother died and now he realized it. Fighting back a tear, he thanked the lawyer and headed out to the nearest bar.
The Black Horse Bar was a popular place during the week for young people working downtown. He sat at the bar contemplating the requirements of the will. He had about a three months before he was to visit the island for three months or more. He knew it was his father's way of penalizing him for all the years of not answering his calls and letters. If he were to be banned to the island, there was nothing in the will that said he had to do it alone, with someone who was not a friend. But who would he take. Since his friends were not allowed, his only option was to find someone he didn’t know.
Sipping his third bourbon, an idea began to form. What if he kidnapped someone. But the idea faded as he thought of the police and someone looking for a missing person. No, it was too preposterous. He was single and had burnt every bridge with previous women he dated. He found that once they found out about his wealth, their whole demeanor changed and he thought they were just after his money and not him as a person. What he needed was the perfect woman that he could kidnap and would not be missed, at least not for a while. It was a crazy idea but why not try to find someone.
Over the next month, Jack visited bars and restaurants hoping to stumble on the perfect woman but it seemed like a hopeless task. It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. The women he approached didn't seem like the perfect candidate. And the single women he thought to kidnap seemed too popular.
One evening, he saw a woman and man standing on the sidewalk arguing. He couldn't hear what they were saying but it was evident she was really upset with him.
She was young and he took a liking to her as she stood up to her husband or boyfriend. He stopped, appearing to look in the window of a shoe store trying to listen and be invisible. Something inside told him she might just fit the bill.