Homerun2611
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David Binghamton was almost as successful as he was emotionally devastated. Two years ago life had been so different. He, and his wife Peggy and their two children Danny, 10, and Jenny, 8, had intended to spend Christmas at their ski chalet in Aspen. He ran a middle market investment bank, and at the last minute he had to stay back a day to finalize the M&A deal that meant millions in fees to his firm.
He knew how excited the kids were to get out on the slopes, and they would only have 5 days, as they were hosting a large party for New Year's. He hated to take a day away from the kids, so he had sent his jet ahead, and it would come back and pick him up the next day. He would never forget, sitting in the Board room to his office when his secretary came in crying, the jet had hit a wind zypher on approach and crashed, there were no survivors.
His life, his soul, seened to die that day with them. Now two years later, there were no tears left, just emptiness. He had many dates, but he had not been good company, generally apologizing, sending flowers, but never calling for a second date. It wasn't that he didn't miss the touch of a woman, he just didn't have anything to give back, or so he thought.
He had played golf that morning and was sitting in a lounge chair the first time he saw her. He had seen the silhouette of a sexy toned athlete, up on the top platform. He then watched her launch her body in the air, and sat there transfixed as she silently, elegantly ripped into the water, with barely a splash. He kept watching as she came out of the pool, the water glistening off her toned, perfect body, her long hair she whisped back to create a majestic arc of water.
He had noticed, hell everyone had noticed, but then gone back to work. Since that time they had made idle conversation if they passed. She was quite stunning, but he was a shell. He was a very wealthy, extremely fit and attractive man, living in a mausoleum. Business was better than ever but the rest of his life was non existent. He needed to reengage, but had no idea how. So he played golf, and sat at the pool and worked. Things he knew how to do well, and caused him not to think or feel.
He knew how excited the kids were to get out on the slopes, and they would only have 5 days, as they were hosting a large party for New Year's. He hated to take a day away from the kids, so he had sent his jet ahead, and it would come back and pick him up the next day. He would never forget, sitting in the Board room to his office when his secretary came in crying, the jet had hit a wind zypher on approach and crashed, there were no survivors.
His life, his soul, seened to die that day with them. Now two years later, there were no tears left, just emptiness. He had many dates, but he had not been good company, generally apologizing, sending flowers, but never calling for a second date. It wasn't that he didn't miss the touch of a woman, he just didn't have anything to give back, or so he thought.
He had played golf that morning and was sitting in a lounge chair the first time he saw her. He had seen the silhouette of a sexy toned athlete, up on the top platform. He then watched her launch her body in the air, and sat there transfixed as she silently, elegantly ripped into the water, with barely a splash. He kept watching as she came out of the pool, the water glistening off her toned, perfect body, her long hair she whisped back to create a majestic arc of water.
He had noticed, hell everyone had noticed, but then gone back to work. Since that time they had made idle conversation if they passed. She was quite stunning, but he was a shell. He was a very wealthy, extremely fit and attractive man, living in a mausoleum. Business was better than ever but the rest of his life was non existent. He needed to reengage, but had no idea how. So he played golf, and sat at the pool and worked. Things he knew how to do well, and caused him not to think or feel.