Ralph Lagrow I met thru my room-mate Knocky Bloom, he was a sophomore like me. We both planned to move off campus when we accumulated 60 semester hours and went to our major college.
Knocky was not in his room much because he was planning to marry 3 co-eds. They were all rich like Knocky and already had off campus houses. He had one but didn’t officially live there yet.
I was not rich, but had inherited 75,000 credits from my grandmother (who died). When I told Knocky about my good luck he said, “The best investments are where you live and work.” He promised to find me a ‘place for the money’. Knocky’s father and uncles had so much property that he was studying finance, but never planned to really work at a job.
A week after I told Knocky about the money he took me to an expensive restaurant called Hog Town Vittles and I met Ralph Lagrow. Ralph was a small old man. He looked about eighty years old. Knocky knew him and introduced me as, “Kendell Wayne Meadows of the New Hampshire Meadows.”
I ate my supper and so did Ralph, the old guy. Knocky was spinning this tale about some rich uncle he had made up for me out of thin air.
We had driven by the investment before coming to the restatement on Paynes Prairie, and it was a bunch of big apartment buildings. It was a gated complex where Knocky said, “Twelve thousand people live. They check in at your place Wayne, but they never check out.”
“I know”, I said, ” They sign up for welfare and I become their case worker.”
“That’s right. It’s the best property deal in Gainesville.”
“I see it’s not run down, but it’s not a fancy place.”
“Here’s why it’s great Wayne.” Everyone called me by my middle name. “You buy the buildings and that’s not the main part of the deal.”
“I know Knocky when you buy the property the welfare people come with it. They are tied to the apartments like indentured servants. We had several places like this where I lived in Leesburg.”
“It’s more than an indenture Wayne. Indentures are for several years. It’s called a ‘public indenture’ and thats defined in public state law. A number like 10, 20 or 30 years is not mentioned.”
“So it’s like slavery?”
“Yes, but your not supposed to mention that word, but it is a ‘state of being’ that is exactly like slavery.”
“Is it like some scholarship slavery?”
“Close, and in fact some idiot students lose their room at the University of Florida and sign up for a room at Millhopper Apartments.”
“Don’t they understand what they gave up?”
Knocky looked across the table at Ralph, while he was eating carrots, at dinner and said. “How do you explain the indenture they sign Ralph? I know you don’t have to do it, but what do your agents say?
Ralph swallowed some tea to wash down a bite of steak and then said, “The food at our complex sells the program. Frankly that is the reason we have a waiting list for occupancy. Any serious objections we say, “Go to the dining room and think it over while having a good meal. The food will help you decide.” I make sure that the food is the very best anywhere.”
“You’ve seen Shelia at my house Wayne?”
“The blond kitchen server, a knockout!”
“I got her from Ralph. She was a Santa Fe student that signed up.”
“She signed up because of the food?” I said.
“Her parents sent her up her with a monthly check and did, ‘tough love’ with her. No matter how fast she spent her allowance money they refused to send extra money. She had no money to eat on by the middle of the month.
Shelia went down and signed up for welfare at the County Courthouse and was assigned to Ralph as her social worker. Tell him what happens next Ralph.”
“They all come to my pretty 13th Street office where I have 4 charming boy clerks (all about age 20) and 6 beautiful girl clerks. The applicants are signed up for welfare benefits when they arrive, but they must sign the lifetime indenture before we assign them a room.”
“Tell us Ralph what would happen with a girl like Shelia when she entered the door on 13th Street?”
“Ninty per-cent just sit at a desk and sign all the papers. Only 20% have a question or even read the documents before signing. All of our clerks smile the whole time and we have the smell of food in that room while people are there I like to go in that room from time to time just for the wonderful aromas of cooking steak and barbecue.
We have little tiny rooms where those with questions go for information. Do you know what the most asked question is?”
“No clue,” I said.
“Can I have a cat?”
“What’s the answer?”
“No dogs or cats.”
“Any serious questions like by a girl like Shelia?” Knocky said.
“College girls want to know if their parents can come visit them, or if they can stay in school, or if they will be assigned a job while studying. We have a meeting room for parents, we let most stay in school and give the majority some job full or part-time. They become more valuable if they stay in school.”
“I guess Shelia can say she was lied to,” Knocky said, ” I took her out of school as soon as I acquired her. I don’t think I let her out of my bedroom for a week.”
“Welfare recipients lose all their human rights when they become wards of the state. At Millhopper Apartments I once did 3 beheadings in the yard. They did murder a woman and I did them myself.
Oh you asked about lying to Shelia. Of course they have become objects that we own, animals. I go by the creed at Millhopper. ‘Whip often and leave marks on their bodies.’ “
“Back to the business of the sale and your retirement Ralph. It says on all your literature that twelve-thousand of your ‘clients’ live at your complex. You get people in every day, but the 12 thousand figure is always the same. The day I came to take Shelia the place was stuffed with mostly women signing up. Where do you put them all?”
“Your right Knocky I do lots of placement outside the complex. Some Gainesville firms don’t want the responsibility of slaves — they could get sick or die.
We have a tracking device implanted in every client and this device tells me how many of those rented out are on these premises — at this particular restaurant.” He pushed a button and the little black device in his hand fluttered with lights and then said, “Twenty four are in the building.”
“What do you have to do with the 24 workers here?” I said.
“Restaurant workers are normally on a week to week rental if they eat and sleep where they work. The employers here pay me 20 credits per week per worker. Sick ones they exchange, any misconduct they report we punish. If the client dies we bury. We take back pregnant workers and give a substitute.”
“So how many clients or workers are rented out right now?” I said.
“I’ve been doing this for over 40 years son and my accountant says we have 87,000 rental units out on month to month and a little under 5000 on once yearly payment. There are also more than 45 thousand that are on the run or dead. Mostly they are on the run. Every time I go to a Florida Gator game in Miami or Atlanta I carry my little box and activate it. I often get an over 300 reading.
Once in Birmingham Alabama I had an extremely large reading at a Gator game and after the game I stood at the gate just pointing my indicator at the gate where everyone passed. It would be impossible to catch them in a stadium exit, but an enterprising young guy could place cameras and get pictures of each and every one of them and then match photos in parking lots. It would take lots of staff to extract all those back that belong to Millhopper Enterprises. As old as I am I don’t want big aggravation. I want to sell out, retire to a special spot on Miami Beach.”
“Dad told me Ralph that you would agree for my friend Wayne to pay you 40,000 credits for all of it. Is that the agreement?”
“Sure, and with my sale I’m giving up all my real estate in Alachua County. Wayne might as well have it as the greedy real estate agents who would wrestle it away from me when I fly to Miami.
Tomorrow morning you come and get me at my house at 107 Tebow Drive. I will show you property all day and at 5PM you need to have me and my bag at the airport on Waldo Road. I fly out of here and then you will become a young me.
OK?”
I said, “OK”
At 7Am the little old man was standing in his driveway and said, “This is the house Wayne. I’m sure it has too many women for your taste, and over the years I got greedy for women. I married none of them, most are much too old for you.
Look at them later when I’m safely away. I’m sure they are looking out every window to see you. Let’s drive away from here. Did you know I haven’t make even one pregnant since I was eighty. I tried here and on several farms with no luck.
I do have lots of little me’s around in the Millhopper empire. None of the male or female of them please me. I’m hard to please.
Your biography that Knocky gave me is pleasing to me. What blows my mind is that you are going to try to go to school and run my little empire.”
“Learning is important to me,” I said, “I hired assistants to keep my notes today for me. I’m missing three classes.”
The lawyer’s office was labeled on the outside MILLHOPPERS ENTERPRISES and we parked in the back and walked inside. As we neared the door Ralph said, “Wayne when you sign up as me you will own Sniffle, Sniffle and Barnes and all the attorneys and para legals in the building. It all has to be secret slavery and there is little choice that any of them will ever run away.
Bradley was the lawyer I first met. He was tall and about my father’s age, in his 50′s.
He was dressed in the best suit I think I’ve ever seen and his shoes sparkled.
“This is your slave Brad,” Ralph casually said and the lawyer dropped to his knees and licked Ralph’s shoes and then mine. He crawled between us.
“Enough of this slave. Bring in the para legals and we will sign the papers.”
The lawyer got in his chair and punched a button and a series of 20 year olds, about my age, came in and explained various properties. I was given a massive book with pictures of places around Gainesville and the county and surrounding counties.
Ralph noticed that when a para legal named Marsha a blond, and another named Gee Gee were giving presentations about the Waldo Airport and the town of Otter Creek I had lots of questions. His comment was, “See what I mean Wayne this job can be very involved and with so many blonds it will be very hard to learn about India or Roman expansion to the British Islands.”
Gee Gee carried my book after I took possession of my property and Marsha i found had a drivers license and she drove my car for me.
We drove to the Milhapper Apartments where I met all my major employees, all slaves of course. The usual work of the place went on while I walked about the complex with Ralph and the girls. I watched lunch being served and ate a lunch myself along with the others. I turned on the device Ralph had carried the nigh before and found more than 14,000 people lived in my apartments, or were there at lunch time.
The dorm was still my official home, as it was for my friend Knocky, so I took both my girl para legals there after Ralph left on his airplane. Of course Knocky didn’t show up at the dorm. That night i didn’t think of setting my alarm clock for my 7 AM class. I was distracted by so much blond.
My first early morning call was at 5AM from a girl named Alex Anderson. She had been in my American Institutions class the year before and didn’t go to supper with me. I had given her my business card after a series of turn downs. “Look Wayne,” she said, “have you seen your picture in The Alligator this morning yet?”
“No I said shifting a little away from Marsha in my bed, clutching the phone, “what’s in it?”
“Do you really own Millhopper Apartments and the whole town of Cedar Key? Or is it another lie?
“Have I ever lied to you Alex?”
“Yes, big time, when you said you were poor. My friend, and former room-mate of last year, Cheryl, lives at your apartments and works at Gerold’s Dress Shop down town, part time, while going to school.”
“Yesterday they had meatloaf and green garden peas for lunch in my kitchen at the apartments. We feed more people than any other restaurant in Gainesville. You eat lunch with Cheryl and if you like our place I can fast track you into getting you back into a dorm at my place., with Cheryl. We’re really close to campus.
I’ll call over and have a meal ticket ready for you today Alex.”
“Thank you Wayne. So far your the most important person I know. Maybe most important in my whole life.”
“If you sign up Alex tell Claire (she’s in charge down there) that I want to see you first, before you have orientation.”
“I will.”
After I hung up I called Claire my lunch manager and told her, “Special table for Alex Anderson and Cheryl with different colored roses on their table. If she signs make a supper appointment for both girls to meet with me. If she doesn’t sign then invite them for supper, same procedure.”
As soon as I hung up the phone rang again as Gee Gee was kissing my chest.
“President Matterly is on the line for Ken Wayne Meadows.”
“Speaking,” I said.
“I know you are very busy Mr. Meadows, but I thought i should connect with you very soon because you are the Universities connection with the City of Gainesville. Mr Legrow was rather distant. Did you realize that as head of the Millhopper Complex you are the only non-elected member of the City Council? I know its not called slavery, but according to my books you actually own 15% of the student body here at U.F. and 25% of Santa Fe College?
“I have an awesome responsibility.”
“That’s a great response Wayne. I’ll send over a list of goals that we have here at U.F. and its going to be great working with you.”
“Thanks and I’ll send you a list of things i want to see changed as a student and I’ll respond to your list based on how you respond to mine.”
That morning going to my two classes was about like going to a circus and being the freak. I had my two blonds with me as book carriers, but realized I had to have bodyguards. That first day when my picture was all over the Florida Alligator , people wanted me to sign their newspapers, and had questions about living in Millhopper Apartments. I strictly avoided those types of questions and had Marsha and Gee Gee give out my cards with my phone number on it. I figured I would have the calls forwarded to the office at the apartments.
Several people who had been in my class study groups told me sad stories about a sick sister or their bankrupt father.
I ate lunch at my Millhopper Apartment office. It still had Ralph Lagrow’s diplomas and pictures and honors decorating the walls.
Marsha and Gee Gee had both signed up for para legal training, and then City College didn’t have dorms. They decided to eat and sleep free. Ralph’s agents got them jobs at my lawyer’s office Sniffle, Sniffle and Barnes.
I was fed by my two blonds and then I got a call that was from the dining room. “Master Wayne?” the caller said, “This is Claire and the girl Alex Anderson has signed all her indenture papers in the dining room. They have been faxed to the court house and of course are notarized. We usually send recruits directly to orientation, but this girl claims you want her in your office with Cherel?”
“That’s right I will use Cheryl, who has been trained to help explain the orientation manual.”
“Of course you can do anything, but we do usually a hundred trainees at a time and as the previous master Ralph said often, ‘We will show the many that we will beat the shit out of the few for discipline and terror.’ “
“Great ideals Claire, but if my personal orientation doesn’t work with Alex I will send her down to you with further instructions.
“I hear and obey,” she said and I hung up.
Marsha was my official door answerer. I was still dividing duties between my two body slaves. She let Alex and Claire in and they bowed near the door.
I had a copy of the orientation manual open on my desk along with the training manual.
Claire was a very big girl compared to Alex. “Are you on the Gator basketball team Claire?”
“No master, but I got to Gainesville on that, a sports scholarship. The competition was too fierce, but I go to practice sessions. I’m on call.”
“In your training Claire do you remember reading the Millhopper Training Manual?”
“Yes master it was a two week training. Since I was already working in a store and going to school I was trained at night and weekends. I barely slept.”
“It was like a nightmare?”
“Well it scared me.
The fact of being owned by someone else, and being whipped and evaluated. That some where placed in road work, farm labor or worse.”
“How many times were you whipped during training Claire?”
“Three times master,” She had her head bowed.
“And how many whippings since training?”
“Two master.”
“Were you ever in the presence of your former master?”
“No master, but being here today is the greatest honor in my life.”
“Yes it is, and explain your feelings to Alex. I am training her.”
Alex was on her knees with her head bowed as were my two service girls.
“I never met my former master Ralph Lagrow. Yesterday was a new beginning Alex, that was the day our old god’s picture ws taken down in every room, and our new god Kendall Wayne Meadows picture is on our walls.”
“How do you know that this new guy is really god Claire?”
“Yesterday, before the pictures changed, the old god Frank and the new god Wayne ate with their slaves in the main dining hall during ‘A’ lunch. The place of that meal will become a shrine. The plates, silverware and napkins, and left over food of that visit were perserved as a church. All day today people who love god have touched the seats where both gods sat. Some may have been cured of cancer.
Today those lucky enough to have been in the room with god are wearing pinned on tags that say, ‘I ate with god.’
I eat when I arrive home after work. Then there is ‘late cafeteria for those of us who missed lunch or supper. It starts at 10AM, that was what led to one of my whippings. Most fat slaves are whipped for slipping in to get the extra meal.”
“What were you whipped for Claire? I said.
“They do ‘Health Checks’ at supper or late meals because few visitors are there then. That night they did one. The supervisor who did my check saw that I came to slavery at Millhopper as a virgin and somehow had lost it.”
“Tell Alex what a ‘health check’ is?”
“It’s where the animal owner or his supervisor slave checks the condition of us. It happens at least once a week. In the handbook it says, ‘It is a time when those totally controlled are humble before their god.’ “
“So the supervisor looked at his machine, like mine,” I pointed to a black machine on my desk, “and he said that you had been acquired, taken into our service as a virgin girl. Then he checked you physically and discovered that somehow you had lost that status and become a slut?”
“Yes master, that was the word he used, ‘slut’.”
“Did you read in the handbook, or did the supervisor tell you how you did wrong?”
“I was stealing from you master because you own all the rights to me.”
I took the small machine and pointed it at her and then at Alex. Alex was not inserted with a tracking device yet. I picked up my phone and said, “The new girl Alex was not inserted with a tracking device. Come up quickly and do it.”
“I’ve changed my mind Wayne,” Alex said in a sort of wavering voice.
“About what?”
“I think the indenture was a mistake. I never knew about ‘Health Checks’ or any of the rest.”
“Gee Gee and Marsha are my blond body servants. They lived at Millhopper until I grabbed them up. Did either of you ever see anyone trying to quit after they had already signed papers and become property?”
Marsha raised her hand and said, “One boy in my orientation group tried to leave the training without permission. He was brought back and made an example of.”
“What was done to him?” I said.
“He was whipped and then asked to apologize to the group.
When he refused we were told he was short-chained and trucked to one of the masters farms.”
“I saw a mass punishment once master of 5 girls who ran away together. They tried to cash a check in a Miami bank and were picked up and brought back on a bus. They were all University of Florida co-eds and they were publically branded on the left hand and bottom cheek. Then they were taken to Cedar Key where the master owns Florida’s Largest Whore House.
There is no freedom except in total surrender Alex.” Gee Gee said.
Word over the phone that god wants a service done brings a large response. A tem of ten male and females arrived quickly to take charge of Alex and insert the tracking device in her hand. Before they left a blond boy said, “Master is there any other service I can do for you?”
“Yes bring the new slave up close to me.”
Alex didn’t have time to help, he was large like a Gator Linebacker and strong. He mostly carried her by the arm up to my desk and around it. I imagined her arm would be bruised when he let her go.
“Thank you,” I said to him and he left with two other big men, or large boys.
Alex started to bow again and I said, “No stand there and we will have a ‘Health Check’.”
“You want my clothes off here?” she said.
“Sure it’s my office Alex and now your my belonging.”
When she had her bra off she said, “Wayne, master, just anyone could come in and see me.”
“Your body is a possession of mine now Alex. Hurry and pull your panties off slave.” When Alex was naked with her head bowed I scanned her with my device and her insertion had nothing about virginity. I then checked with my fingers, and she was one. It said in the training manual to often assert and show the power of the master and the powerlessness of the slave. ‘Use examples’ it said.
Ralph Lagrow’s brief tour of the apartments included a jail not far from my office. On the tour I didn’t see any faces of the convicts or accused, but fingers on the bars. I shook hands with the jailkeeper Rolly.
Ralph had said, ‘I judged the fate of those accused slaves myself, but you may want to just send them to road work or a farm and be done with it.”
I had the jail keeper bring them up in chains and enter my office one at a time for judgement.
I was letting Alex rub her breasts against me when the jailkeeper knocked.
“My god Wayne, master,” Alex said, “I’m naked.”
“Enter,” I said.
“I’m Rolly from the jail master. I have 20 here for you to judge, sixteen female and 4 male.”
“Did any of the offenses occur here at my apartment building Rolly?”
“Yes master 4 of the girls had a fight during the late supper.”
“What happened?”
“This one girl who worked at Belks had taken the boyfriend of the other girl Bonnie. Bonnie and her two friends are all sluts and Priscilla the once Belks employee is a virgin. Well the sluts jumped on the virgin and beat her up.
I called Bonnie first. I walked around her when her clothes were off and sort of slapped her flesh casually. She was a big girl, but scared and shaking. “So tell me about the fight slave.” I said.
“Well I was trying to get knocked up by my friend Roscoe. He works at Hardee’s with me. He cooks and I clean the bathrooms.”
“Why did you attack this Priscilla?”
“Because Roscoe told me she was a better hump than I was.”
Priscilla was a virgin, and unlike anything I had ever seen on campus, or at Millhopper Complex — beautiful! I took her status away five minutes after her, ‘Health Check’. Bonnie and her two friends I ordered trucked to a breeding farm I owned near Palatka and when Roscoe came in from work that night he was put to sleep and then castrated. Nothing was ever explained to him, but ‘his hump’ had disappeared with his balls. He went back to work after a brief illness and began boiling hamburgers again.
Alex adapted quickly as the perfect school slave for a busy executive taking classes. She took the same classes I did and even had reserved front row seats for us both.
Of course Alex didn’t tell her parents she was a slave. She told them on the phone that she had moved to the Milhopper Apartments, then when they were calling the police, because she didn’t call back, I had her call and tell them, “I’m now moved in with my boyfriend at his house at 107 Tebow Drive.”
Well that really concerned them, that she was not married or engaged, but ‘moved in’ with a boy.
Mildred and Frank Anderson drove up to see their daughter. They owned Frank’s Pawn in Key West and it was a long drive. I barely had time to get my house looking presentable. The house when I got it was filled with Ralph’s women. A truck took them all to Millhopper for slave placement. Some had degrees and talents, a few. Left at the house were 20 girls and ten boys ages ten to thirteen and they were more than likely all Ralph Lagrow’s children. They looked like him in some cases. All of them slept in the backyard garage, and did yard work.
I had Priscilla assign all the girls jobs around the house, the boys were to do yard tasks. I had my people come out from Millhopper and insert tracking devices in their hands, and put silver collars that were engraved with ‘Property of Wayne Meadows’ on it.
Frank and Mildred drove around my circular drive right up to my front door. I had a limo take them to supper which had belonged to Frank Lagrow.
“Alex says you go to school with her Wayne?” Mr Anderson said when we sat down in the Payne prairie restaurant where I took us.
“That’s right we take the same sophomore courses in University College.”
“You have an impressive house and car,” he then said, “but who is in the car that followed us here?”
“Those are my bodyguards,” I said before eating a bit of salad.
“I have one night guard at my jewelry store. He’s very big and I bought him for seven thousand credits. He’s expensive to feed. How many do you have?”
“Four followed us here and I had five here already, around the place.”
“God are they from an agency in Gainesville?”
“No they are slaves that belong to me.”
“Are you and Alex in danger Wayne?” Mildred said.
“Not really,” I said, but I am an important person in town and the area and when you can afford good security I think it is wise.”
We ate our salad and an a man approached and said Mr. Meadows I bring a message form Mr. Matteringly and he wonders if he could come to your table and shake your hand?”
“Yes of course.” I said, and a big guy walked toward us. I knew him well, and he was curious about the people with me. I shook hands and introduced him to Mr and Mrs. Anderson from Key West and Alex as ‘My girlfriend’.
When he was back at his table Mildred said, “That man seemed really important Wayne, who is he?”
“He’s President of the University of Florida.”
“How does he know you?” Frank said.
“Mostly we talk on the phone. I let him come to my office once a week if he has something important, or I have something I want him to do for me.”
He had put food in his mouth but was not chewing. I guess Frank was thinking of various questions he might ask about that.
Mildred was the first to speak, she was dressed in a sort of church dress, it was really too dressy but she was probably fifty, “Alex says that you manage a large apartment complex here. How many units do you have Wayne?”
“Twelve thousand residential rooms.”
“Oh my gosh!” Frank said, swallowed and had to drink a bunch of tea.
“So how many employees do you have with that many rooms? Or do you use a cleaning service?” Mildred said in a smaller voice.
“No employees or cleaning service,” I said, “just slave labor.”
After that most of the talk was between Alex and her mother. I figured that when Alex and her mother went to the ladies room then Frank would ask more questions about my finances. But when the women were out of sight he chewed on some exotic breads that were available.
When we were in the car going home Frank said, “Do you lease a car like this Wayne with the driver?”
“I got this car with three slave drivers. They are all also mechanics of sorts. The car came with my apartment business. The man I bought the business from used the car to drive to and from Gainesville City Council Meetings. I took his seat but I take a regular car to the once a week get togethers.”
“So your in politics?” Mildred said.
“I represent basically students in Gainesville and those on welfare who aren’t allowed to vote.”
I think Frank didn’t believe anything I said and Mildred was confused. Alex and I showed her parents their room and went quickly to bed.
The next morning Alex and I had early classes and we arrived back home before 11AM. Frank and Mildred were sitting in the living room fully dressed and we sat down with them. Alex sat close to me with her arms around me.
“Look Wayne, Mildred and I don’t understand lots of things around here. Could we ask some questions?
“Sure,” I said.
“Who was the tall girl waiting at our door to escort us to breakfast?”
“That was Priscilla, she’s our housekeeper here at the house. You both got breakfast didn’t you?”
“We questioned the housekeeper all morning.” Frank said, “sat her down and tried to learn what was going on here.
She said Wayne, ‘Rescued her from jail’. She had worked at Belks and had been attacked and Wayne ‘Judged her innocent.’ “
“I understand Priscilla,” Mildred said, “it’s like why many men have several wives. What I don’t understand are the children slaves in all the rooms of the house, especially the kitchen. Most houses are not equipped like this one Wayne.
Frank was almost scared to death by the girl in the corner of our room and the other one who was in our bath room.”
“They are utility slaves.”
“Their dumb as rocks,” Frank said, “where did they come from?”
I got them with this house, well most of them. They are all Ralph Lagrow’s children by slave women. Ralph retired and sold me his business, some of the young slaves were children from his women.”
“They were his own children?” Mildred said, “he sold his own children!”
“Ralph was in his middle nineties when he left here for the beach in Miami. He left the whole house full of slave women and he kept his shed full of the children as yard slaves.”
“What happened to all the women?” Mildred said.
“I sent them to various farms and jobs around the area. I own a bunch of farms in the area. Some of the women had college degrees, and got good jobs.”
“Where are the farms?” Frank asked.
“Around Leesburg, Orange Park, Cheifland, Melrose, and Dunellon.”
“How could you go to school if you have all these things going? I mean the City Council, farms and the apartment house?”
“I know it sounds impossible, but I have lots of help.” I pinched Alex’s bottom and she jumped and said, “Wayne is a good coordinator.” I had told Alex not to say much and she did just that.
“See dear, to your father it just doesn’t look possible for a young man his age.” Mildred said to Alex.
“Twenty two,” Alex said.
“OK 22, to own a nice house like this one and someone like your housekeeper.
That Priscilla looks like a movie star.” Frank said.
“She’s a wonder mother and dad, in directing and keeping the house slaves doing their tasks.
Wayne picks people to work for him and knows what the ideal job for them would be. I’m about the only person around him that picked myself for my job with him, as his help mate.
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