BadAss
Charioteer
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Jul-13-2007 20:01
Your wish is my command. Allan Lardin felt quite relaxed as he was seated in his comfortable leather armchair. He whispered these words again.....your wish is my command. As far as he could remember no one ever told him that before. He just liked the sound of it. Imagine everyone would reply to you like that. Like the cop that wants to book you for speeding. Officer, could you do me a favor and tear up what you are just writing? Yes sir, your wish is my command. You walk into the office of your boss and demand an instant raise of salary. Well, yeah, sure Mr. Lardin, YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND.
Allan Lardin is 41 and senior editor of a publishing company. He’s lucky enough he can walk the distance every day from his office to his home. That is if he isn’t working at home. Allan loves to take his time while he’s walking his way back home. He’ll always make sure to eat a sandwich at a bench in the park or hang around for a while at the newspaper stand where you can buy that delicious hazelnut flavoured coffee for less than a dollar. It has an awarding effect on him to see how everyone seems to be in a rush and always running out of time while he can take it easy before deadlines are getting too close. Like something he has earned. Besides that, no one will be waiting for him to come home either. That’s how it has always been, even when he was a child. With no intention to buy anything at all Allan felt like blending in with the crowd at the little market place. There’s a market every Friday. He always wondered why not on a Saturday or Sunday. Then again what other excuses would there be left for unsatisfied housewives to leave home without the neighbours becoming too suspicious. Oh please do shut up, he hears himself muttering. Most of the market stands he wasn’t really interested in unless he had one of his candy moods.
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BadAss
Charioteer
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Jul-13-2007 20:31
Allan closed the door the moment Gene left the house. It takes a lot more brains to outsmart me sucker! Let me see, first thing I got to do is collect all that money and deposit it on my account. Can’t wait to see that bank director lick my ass. The whole time Allan felt an awkward tickling feeling all over his skin. Gradually he saw his face regenerating until he could easily pass for a 28-year old man. His hair became darker and thicker and he completely lost his overweight. His cheekbones were more protruding and his eyebrows made a beautiful contour. He had a dark, velvet look in his eyes. His musculature became more athletic and he just seemed a lot more healthier and energetic. Oddly enough his attraction for women only seemed to have limited success. First there was a period of denial but after a while he had to admit to himself that there were men who looked at him in a different way. It was a brand new experience to him. And he wasn’t sure what to do with that. Having so much money he decided to use a small amount for speculation on the stock exchange. After some successful investments he got himself and advanced laptop and software applications to keep track with the stock exchange rates and make sure he could buy and sell at any given time. Convinced of his own expertise he used a great deal of his financial assets for the trade of emission rights of which he believed that was the market of the future. Little could he predict that environmental lobbies exerted such a pressure that the Treaty of Kyoto had to be reviewed as the belief grew stronger that the original treaty only caused perversions such as the whole trade in emission rights. Remaining emission quota couldn’t be sold from company to company anymore. For Allan this meant his financial Armageddon. It took a while before he could bring himself to write a book. By that time he was already in his sixties. He wrote a powerful novel that eventually got nominated for the Noble prize.
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