TheFarthestWriter
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Harrison Benning was a forty old man who was on his way to rule the world. Well, at least large swaths of it. Having sold a successful tech firm by the age of 25, he had acquired the capital he needed to do what he really wanted in life...
As a child, Harrison was charismatic and strong. He always played king of the hill during recess, and he was always the king. The children complained that he was too rough with them as he tossed them down on their asses repeatedly. When they would go and tell the teacher, Harrison would apologize genuinely, and go and buy his offended peers ice pops from the cafeteria. The next day, he'd still throw the kids on their asses, but by that time they knew that it was nothing personal. It was just how the game was going to be. Those who didn't want to play, left. But most ended up staying.
"There was something about Harrison," his elementary school teachers would say.
In high school Harrison was easily one of the most popular kids in school. He wasn't a jock, nor was he a druggie, nor was he particularly outgoing. There was a calmness to him - the kind that came from someone who was perfectly comfortable with who they were, which in high school was a big deal. He stood out to both teachers and peers. The guys seemed to want to befriend him, the girls enamored by him, though they couldn't quite put their finger on why. Was it his confidence? He was attractive, but there were many attractive young men. Was it his smile? Or was it something in those brown eyes of his that seemed to somehow see through the one he was looking at? Or, was it the fact that even though he seemed to see through the person, he some how made them feel comfortable that he wouldn't use that 'power' against them?
He was his class president all four years in high school, and had raised funds for a new computer lab back then, renovations to their gym, and new stage lights for their theater.
"There's something about that Mr. Benning," said Principal Daws. Everyone agreed. By the time he left his high school, it had really become his high school.
In college, Harrison Benning majored in software engineering, and graduated valedictorian. He had his share of girl friends, and a large following of friends otherwise, but in addition to that, in his third year, he began an online business arranging tutors for students for all kinds of classes. He used his friendships and his charismatic glow to put together a small empire of tutors under his company name, that both people on campus and others around the world could benefit from. When school officials tried to shut him down over policy breaches (namely, using school resources to run a business) the entire school protested on his behalf. Many students earned money through this work, and many others benefited from the tutoring services. The school had to acquiesce under pressure from the students, and dropped its demand. Harrison then presented the president with a check for $100, 000 as a token of his appreciation for all the school had done for him. By the time he graduated college, it had become his college.
"There's something about that Harrison Benning," faculty and students alike would say.
And so it went. He developed his own tech firm out of college, and it made companies like Apple, Google and Microsoft vie for the brain power that was attracted to his firm. He was the envy of the business and tech world, and wherever he went, between just who he was and how much money he had, clam presence, coupled with that magical way about him that somehow just attracted the world to him, he was king of the world.
Or so he thought.
One day, about a year before he would sell his tech firm, he was walking with his girlfriend. He was a handsome man, at this time about 24 years old, with short messy, dark brown hair and brown eyes that would light up when he would smile. He had a well built frame, and stood tall at five feet eleven inches. He wore khaki slacks and a button down shirt, and crocs. He held his girl friend's hand as they walked the streets of Palo Alto.
"So, I was thinking. We've been seeing each other for a few years now." She started after a time of walking quietly.
"Yeah."
"And... I know we've talked about how we both don't really believe in marriage."
"Right."
"But, we're committed to each other, right?"
"Absolutely."
"I guess, it's just that, there are women fawning all over you and sometimes I wonder..."
"...if we were to get married I would be more committed?"
"I guess it sounds stupid now that it's said out loud."
"How many men cheat on their wives? Commitment is commitment. Marriage or not. You have my word, and if that means something to you, then that's all you should need. That is all you need."
Harrison's girl friend sighed and squeezed his hand tightly, smiling, looking down at the ground and then at him.
"You're completely right."
Harrison smiled, nodding.
"Harrison?"
"Yeah?"
"I want to have your child."
Harrison stopped walking.
"What? What is it? If... you don't want to have kids just yet I'd understand, I just-"
"No. That's not it."
Harrison began walking again. But this time slowly, as if lost in thought. It was in that moment, something changed inside Harrison. He wasn't sure what. But something had struck a nerve. He wasn't upset. He wasn't angry. He wasn't afraid. But something had moved within his soul, and he looked at his girlfriend, a somewhat puzzled look on his face.
"Yeah. Yeah I'd like that." Then he smiled.
_+_+_+_+
A month later, however, their relationship turned sour. His girlfriend really wanted the commitment of marriage, and so Harrison's prospect for having a child dropped. There would be other women of course, but it would take time to develop a relationship again with someone who would want to have his child. And that was important now to Harrison.
That year, in the summer, Harrison took a tour to scout out investments South Asia. He visited Karachi in Pakistan and Delhi in India. There, he saw poverty everywhere, first hand. How was it that there were corporations like his, that had amassed such incredible wealth, and yet there was still such immense poverty in the world? In the heat of South Asia, something began to simmer in his soul. He saw that it was only the 5% of the population that could afford the products of western corporations. The rest of the people's lives continued around the small shacks and stalls that lined the congested street of every major city in the region. He saw the same in the Middle East, and even in some Eastern European countries as well. Massively wealthy corporations looked to influence the world, and yet most of the population of the world had little to do with them. Beyond consuming Coca Cola and smoking cigarettes, the average person on the street had nothing to do with Apple. They had nothing to do with Microsoft, or with any of the other major tech firms, or with any of the other major corporations for that matter.
Harrison Benning had dominated every new phase of his life as he had grown up. Now, he had thought he was already on top of the world. But his travels through the "Rest of the world" had shown him that was far from the case. There was an entire world out there waiting for him.
Harrison sold his tech firm for billions. And then, after making some smart investments that would guarantee him a steady stream of capital, he began to construct his empire.
From the age of 25 to 40, he went to every street vendor he could find, every hole-in-the-wall establishment, every mom and pop store in the streets of towns small and large throughout the world, particularly in its poorer and lesser known parts, and slowly, one-by-one, bought them out. He let the people who owned the business originally continue to work, except as his employee, and he helped them grow their business in the smallest of ways, that made a big difference for them. It was amazing what an investment of fifty dollars for a new sign could do for a tailor in some side street of Dhaka. Harrison began to become known in those countries. A great investor. A great man of the people.
"There is something about that Mr. Benning."
But something else happened along the way to Harrison Benning. As his success grew, he realized that he would, eventually, reach the top again. And this time, he wasn't sure where else to go. And so it happened, on one fateful business transaction, that a desperate family in Bucharest, Romania wanted to sell their business to him. Yet their business wasn't worth the trouble. Harrison estimated it wouldn't last the remainder of the year. The father took him aside, and with all seriousness, offered him his daughter's hand in marriage. They were desperate for the money, and, he said, "She will produce good children for you. Strong children."
And then it happened. Something clicked inside Harrison Benning. Harrison had found his new way to reach the top.
"I accept your proposal. And I'll take good care of her."
And he did. Harrison set up his new wife, eighteen year old Anya, in a luxurious apartment in Bucharest. He spent most of his time working away from Romania of course, but as often as he could, he would stop in, spent a week or two, and go on. Anya was happy because she would stay in her home city, see her parents, and only have to worry about pleasing her husband whenever he was around. Harrison was easy to get along with, and Anya didn't mind the independence. Harrison seemed less interested in her as a person as he was in her ability to conceive him a child. He was pleasant enough, but it was clear to her that his interest was in the potential of a child, along with his business. After a year, she still hadn't become pregnant, and now Harrison's visits became less. Her family began to worry. Her bank account hadn't been refreshed in a few months, and Harrison wasn't returning her calls.
Then one night Harrison showed up, letting himself in unannounced, with another young woman on his arm.
"Anya, this is Lei. She's my second wife, from China. Lei, this is Anya."
Anya was mortified. It was of course the reason she had not been getting her bank account refreshed. But more than that, Anya shed tears of anger because... she really thought she was somehow his wife.
"I cannot believe this Harrison. How can you do this?"
"Anya," Harrison wiped away a tear from her cheek, even though her eyes shot daggers at him, "it's simple. You haven't had a child for me. I need children. You can't expect that this would continue like that."
"Well, you're barely here with me. So how am I supposed to have a God damned child!?" Anya was outraged. Lei hid instinctive behind Harrison. Lei had been told that she was a second wife. She didn't really have a choice in the matter, and she's as happy to just be out of her own home.
"That's not true, Anya, we've been together plenty. We-"
"Then come on then! Let's go. Right now. You fuck me tonight and you don't stop. You fill me with your God damn seed." Anya began unbuttoning her blouse.
"Anya... Lei is my second wife. That's not going to change. I'll stay with you tonight, but if you don't produce me a child after tonight, I'm letting you go." Harrison was calm. Collected. He knew exactly what he wanted; what he needed to do.
"Fine. What about her then." Anya spurted out toward Lei.
"She'll stay in your guest room. We'll be in the bedroom. Lei, go. I'll get you in the morning before we leave." Lei quietly padded off to the other room.
And Harrison and Anya went to her bed. He fucked her five times that night.
A month later, Anya missed her period. She was the happiest first wife ever.
As a child, Harrison was charismatic and strong. He always played king of the hill during recess, and he was always the king. The children complained that he was too rough with them as he tossed them down on their asses repeatedly. When they would go and tell the teacher, Harrison would apologize genuinely, and go and buy his offended peers ice pops from the cafeteria. The next day, he'd still throw the kids on their asses, but by that time they knew that it was nothing personal. It was just how the game was going to be. Those who didn't want to play, left. But most ended up staying.
"There was something about Harrison," his elementary school teachers would say.
In high school Harrison was easily one of the most popular kids in school. He wasn't a jock, nor was he a druggie, nor was he particularly outgoing. There was a calmness to him - the kind that came from someone who was perfectly comfortable with who they were, which in high school was a big deal. He stood out to both teachers and peers. The guys seemed to want to befriend him, the girls enamored by him, though they couldn't quite put their finger on why. Was it his confidence? He was attractive, but there were many attractive young men. Was it his smile? Or was it something in those brown eyes of his that seemed to somehow see through the one he was looking at? Or, was it the fact that even though he seemed to see through the person, he some how made them feel comfortable that he wouldn't use that 'power' against them?
He was his class president all four years in high school, and had raised funds for a new computer lab back then, renovations to their gym, and new stage lights for their theater.
"There's something about that Mr. Benning," said Principal Daws. Everyone agreed. By the time he left his high school, it had really become his high school.
In college, Harrison Benning majored in software engineering, and graduated valedictorian. He had his share of girl friends, and a large following of friends otherwise, but in addition to that, in his third year, he began an online business arranging tutors for students for all kinds of classes. He used his friendships and his charismatic glow to put together a small empire of tutors under his company name, that both people on campus and others around the world could benefit from. When school officials tried to shut him down over policy breaches (namely, using school resources to run a business) the entire school protested on his behalf. Many students earned money through this work, and many others benefited from the tutoring services. The school had to acquiesce under pressure from the students, and dropped its demand. Harrison then presented the president with a check for $100, 000 as a token of his appreciation for all the school had done for him. By the time he graduated college, it had become his college.
"There's something about that Harrison Benning," faculty and students alike would say.
And so it went. He developed his own tech firm out of college, and it made companies like Apple, Google and Microsoft vie for the brain power that was attracted to his firm. He was the envy of the business and tech world, and wherever he went, between just who he was and how much money he had, clam presence, coupled with that magical way about him that somehow just attracted the world to him, he was king of the world.
Or so he thought.
One day, about a year before he would sell his tech firm, he was walking with his girlfriend. He was a handsome man, at this time about 24 years old, with short messy, dark brown hair and brown eyes that would light up when he would smile. He had a well built frame, and stood tall at five feet eleven inches. He wore khaki slacks and a button down shirt, and crocs. He held his girl friend's hand as they walked the streets of Palo Alto.
"So, I was thinking. We've been seeing each other for a few years now." She started after a time of walking quietly.
"Yeah."
"And... I know we've talked about how we both don't really believe in marriage."
"Right."
"But, we're committed to each other, right?"
"Absolutely."
"I guess, it's just that, there are women fawning all over you and sometimes I wonder..."
"...if we were to get married I would be more committed?"
"I guess it sounds stupid now that it's said out loud."
"How many men cheat on their wives? Commitment is commitment. Marriage or not. You have my word, and if that means something to you, then that's all you should need. That is all you need."
Harrison's girl friend sighed and squeezed his hand tightly, smiling, looking down at the ground and then at him.
"You're completely right."
Harrison smiled, nodding.
"Harrison?"
"Yeah?"
"I want to have your child."
Harrison stopped walking.
"What? What is it? If... you don't want to have kids just yet I'd understand, I just-"
"No. That's not it."
Harrison began walking again. But this time slowly, as if lost in thought. It was in that moment, something changed inside Harrison. He wasn't sure what. But something had struck a nerve. He wasn't upset. He wasn't angry. He wasn't afraid. But something had moved within his soul, and he looked at his girlfriend, a somewhat puzzled look on his face.
"Yeah. Yeah I'd like that." Then he smiled.
_+_+_+_+
A month later, however, their relationship turned sour. His girlfriend really wanted the commitment of marriage, and so Harrison's prospect for having a child dropped. There would be other women of course, but it would take time to develop a relationship again with someone who would want to have his child. And that was important now to Harrison.
That year, in the summer, Harrison took a tour to scout out investments South Asia. He visited Karachi in Pakistan and Delhi in India. There, he saw poverty everywhere, first hand. How was it that there were corporations like his, that had amassed such incredible wealth, and yet there was still such immense poverty in the world? In the heat of South Asia, something began to simmer in his soul. He saw that it was only the 5% of the population that could afford the products of western corporations. The rest of the people's lives continued around the small shacks and stalls that lined the congested street of every major city in the region. He saw the same in the Middle East, and even in some Eastern European countries as well. Massively wealthy corporations looked to influence the world, and yet most of the population of the world had little to do with them. Beyond consuming Coca Cola and smoking cigarettes, the average person on the street had nothing to do with Apple. They had nothing to do with Microsoft, or with any of the other major tech firms, or with any of the other major corporations for that matter.
Harrison Benning had dominated every new phase of his life as he had grown up. Now, he had thought he was already on top of the world. But his travels through the "Rest of the world" had shown him that was far from the case. There was an entire world out there waiting for him.
Harrison sold his tech firm for billions. And then, after making some smart investments that would guarantee him a steady stream of capital, he began to construct his empire.
From the age of 25 to 40, he went to every street vendor he could find, every hole-in-the-wall establishment, every mom and pop store in the streets of towns small and large throughout the world, particularly in its poorer and lesser known parts, and slowly, one-by-one, bought them out. He let the people who owned the business originally continue to work, except as his employee, and he helped them grow their business in the smallest of ways, that made a big difference for them. It was amazing what an investment of fifty dollars for a new sign could do for a tailor in some side street of Dhaka. Harrison began to become known in those countries. A great investor. A great man of the people.
"There is something about that Mr. Benning."
But something else happened along the way to Harrison Benning. As his success grew, he realized that he would, eventually, reach the top again. And this time, he wasn't sure where else to go. And so it happened, on one fateful business transaction, that a desperate family in Bucharest, Romania wanted to sell their business to him. Yet their business wasn't worth the trouble. Harrison estimated it wouldn't last the remainder of the year. The father took him aside, and with all seriousness, offered him his daughter's hand in marriage. They were desperate for the money, and, he said, "She will produce good children for you. Strong children."
And then it happened. Something clicked inside Harrison Benning. Harrison had found his new way to reach the top.
"I accept your proposal. And I'll take good care of her."
And he did. Harrison set up his new wife, eighteen year old Anya, in a luxurious apartment in Bucharest. He spent most of his time working away from Romania of course, but as often as he could, he would stop in, spent a week or two, and go on. Anya was happy because she would stay in her home city, see her parents, and only have to worry about pleasing her husband whenever he was around. Harrison was easy to get along with, and Anya didn't mind the independence. Harrison seemed less interested in her as a person as he was in her ability to conceive him a child. He was pleasant enough, but it was clear to her that his interest was in the potential of a child, along with his business. After a year, she still hadn't become pregnant, and now Harrison's visits became less. Her family began to worry. Her bank account hadn't been refreshed in a few months, and Harrison wasn't returning her calls.
Then one night Harrison showed up, letting himself in unannounced, with another young woman on his arm.
"Anya, this is Lei. She's my second wife, from China. Lei, this is Anya."
Anya was mortified. It was of course the reason she had not been getting her bank account refreshed. But more than that, Anya shed tears of anger because... she really thought she was somehow his wife.
"I cannot believe this Harrison. How can you do this?"
"Anya," Harrison wiped away a tear from her cheek, even though her eyes shot daggers at him, "it's simple. You haven't had a child for me. I need children. You can't expect that this would continue like that."
"Well, you're barely here with me. So how am I supposed to have a God damned child!?" Anya was outraged. Lei hid instinctive behind Harrison. Lei had been told that she was a second wife. She didn't really have a choice in the matter, and she's as happy to just be out of her own home.
"That's not true, Anya, we've been together plenty. We-"
"Then come on then! Let's go. Right now. You fuck me tonight and you don't stop. You fill me with your God damn seed." Anya began unbuttoning her blouse.
"Anya... Lei is my second wife. That's not going to change. I'll stay with you tonight, but if you don't produce me a child after tonight, I'm letting you go." Harrison was calm. Collected. He knew exactly what he wanted; what he needed to do.
"Fine. What about her then." Anya spurted out toward Lei.
"She'll stay in your guest room. We'll be in the bedroom. Lei, go. I'll get you in the morning before we leave." Lei quietly padded off to the other room.
And Harrison and Anya went to her bed. He fucked her five times that night.
A month later, Anya missed her period. She was the happiest first wife ever.
