GET GONE
The Beginning of an End to a Beginning
by Eduardo

  Places I know and feel safe are obviously Portugal, though that's a no no. Been there done and forgot it. I had a great six months in Kenya once and a nice holiday there a few years ago. I loved Goa and could consider it. Most important is that's its hot and mainly dry as I am going to need a lot of mobility and the wounds are far better behaved with less pain in the heat. Who knows, I may be lucky like George and find myself a nice young lady who will shower me with gratitude for only ten percent of what I give now. Now that's positive thinking, I like it. I may be 58 and suffered a terrible accident, but I am still stronger, wiser and ten times more capable than most fit men.
And one thing I do know is that this is the time for older wiser people. Enthralling some young lady looking for wisdom and stability would be relatively simple, I have always had the 'Casanova' deep inside and chained, if I let it out I know my chances are certain. Like I say, i have a lot more than most other men in most ways and this is the era when young ladies want just that. No illusions to deal with. No impossible tasks to achieve. No high expectations. No billionaire dreams to satisfy. Just lovely pure unadulterated gratitude and appreciation. Oh how I thirst for it. It would be like water in a desert baron for many years. Forget the love or sexuality of the woman, just that feeling of being and importance to someone again with a fraction of the effort.

 So for now, the ground rules.

1. Home sacred.
2. No door callers.
3. No home phone.
4. Text okay in private.
5. Advance warning of staying over somewhere.
6. Mail acceptable and privacy respected.
7. Continued sexual or close relations. I don't know.
8. We jointly keep house (cleaning etc).

others?
I am going in now for a heavy time and see what other rules I have missed after talking with Eliza.

  Well that didn't happen. She asked if I was in now I said yes and she said she was putting the radio on (full blast) so I'm back here again at the bottom of the garden in the office where I shall now be spending a lot of time I guess.
Just text Murat and let poor guy know that what I had originally guessed , before all the devils, was in fact true and it was over as far as Eliza was concerned.

  Just been to Sainsbury's with Liam and bought the essentials for us two bachelors. Eggs, bacon, bread and under arm spray. We had a good chat over E's load music in the lounge. Talked about the imminent future and what could happen when he leaves school. He definitely would love working with animals and deriving an income from Internet marketing or similar. Mentioned I could live abroad after his school finished, he would like to be with me but keep in contact with Mum by phone and occasional visit. So I guess that's straight forward. The problem is, two years is too long. The time of E's first 'big spender' date will be the finish of one era and the start of another for me. I am going to struggle for three months as it is, feeling like the local second hand idiot.

  So how do I move without Liam who will demand to be with me, obviously without thought to education. Unless of course I move to Kent and be near him. But the cost? All the equipment to move and set up in a suitable building that must be built probably, plus a new home to set up. My disability pension would not even dent the expenses. Nothing much out there for less than a thousand a month, which would get a palace complete with maids abroad!
So its all about money, present combined income is around 1 grand weekly. I need to generate a steady 2 / 3 grand a week within three months or minimum 2 grand and on target for 3. All that will must come from the present Internet Marketing project, which fortunately shows possibilities of producing that and beyond in time. I must just speed it all up and worrying about what E is getting up to or saying. Just let her ramble on and do what E must do.

  Oh. The answers to my 'Ground Rules'. She handed back the list and all agreed except, we still hire another cleaner (male) from the job centre(watch my bum!). But as for the big one, Do we still have sexual relations? Yes she says. So she gets screwed by some rich stud on Thursday but still wants sex from me on Friday?
If I wanted that I could be a pimp and make some money out of it! No that wont work and that needs understanding right now. When the first date happens our sexual relationship ends. That's it. Apart from which, it would mean condoms and I cannot be seriously involved to sleep with anyone if I have to wear one of them. I would rather have a good masturbation or find some new experience. Condoms are not for long term relationships, unless for birth control which due to 'the snip' is not a problem for me.

  I remember the story from Eliza of the three men once in her life and how she wanted all three of them in one. So she sat them all down at some mind blowing meeting and introduced them for the first time to each other. I think, over dinner. Wow! Two of them still wanted to marry her. Poor sods. I feel she left a very large impact they will never forget or understand.
I was obviously the 'three in one' as she has told me a few times, though of course there was a fourth one not yet found, the foolishly rich one. So now its my 'three in one' turn to share with the fourth one to make her dreams complete. Suppose I should feel proud at being of such high standard to be considered as the 'three in one' in the first place. Shame I did not see the desperation of a 'fourth one' requirement until recently. I could have been better prepared.

  Still its now 21:54. Liam is upstairs with headphones on to block out Mums loud music revolution, (second glass of wine on empty tummy? Ooops.) and I am still hear writing about all this crap instead of making money. Maybe tomorrow or by Monday I will be back in my stride work wise, till then, anything goes. What the heck.

  If you are reading this, it just became my desire to publish on the net. And, continue the story to the end and beyond and maybe, even include some chunks of the very colourful past. The beyond will I assure you be captivating. Many people have encouraged me over the years to write a book about my unusual past and experiences far beyond those of Eliza. Some even make my hair still stand on end when I recount them. So instead of writing that book, I shall write about the present and a future that I personally guarantee will be better, bigger and a whole lot more adventurous than any past. Mind blowing stuff full of success failure and intensely torrid love affairs in far off lands so stay tuned, this story is just about to begin. First the next three months are critical and have to be overcome along with the necessary financial achievement.

23:41
   As for now, well Liam beckoned me indoors to see mum, worshipping as he put it, the CD player which was blasting out her favourite and now obsessed by, Frank Sinatra 'I did it My Way'. There she was oblivious to us knelt in front of the little portable CD player and bowing down as she sang along with all emotions blowing. We had to laugh, even though it was about the fifth time she played it and three more afterwards. We joked about if mum was so perceptive, seeing devils and all that, she was bound to know we were just behind her. But no, song finished and we made our presence known. Funny that.
   Poor Liam, he really thinks mum has lost it. I've tried explaining its just mum, or its the hormones. But he knows just like me, we just dont like to talk about it.
So after I tucked him into bed I managed to speak a few words to Eliza you appears quite calm and relaxed about it all.
The subject of callers to the house was clarified. The chauffeurs only will come to the door she tells me. Well what else would you expect from Eliza? Of course her rich men must have chauffeurs, anything else would just not be suitable. Maybe it will be the same chauffeur that will drive her to that new job working for the next prime minister as his 'adviser' on 80k a year, travel and perks while she helps him solve all the ills of the country! Yep, maybe. Well, she did write a letter to him out of the blue and posted it and now awaits his expected offer.

  I brought up the delicate subject of our sexual relationship beyond her rich men friends and calmly explained how that must finish with her first date. She seemed unable to understand my reasoning so I further explained how it would mean me using condoms, to which she stated that she had no intention of using them with her partners. Which brought my obvious reply that meant even more so that I would need to wear them. And just to finalise it made her absolutely clear that I would not sustain any relationship where condoms had to be used, or indeed allow myself to be used in such a way.
She assures me that she intends to continue doing it her way and that she is completely satisfied at last with her path. Lots of chanting, lots of outings, lots of presents, lots of rich men and lots of bonking. That's it, her mind is totally resolved to this action and as she says, she is completely happy with her new life. It certainly does not include lots of me.

  Though just before coming to kiss me goodnight like nothing had happened, she did start mumbling on about it was all my fault and that I have driven her to this. Well, it was obvious that sooner or later that one has to come. She must absolve herself of all blame and create this new image of part reality but mostly fantasy about us and blame.
Well as I replied calmly to her, what matters to me is what I know to be factual and true. Adding, that fortunately those that know us well enough, also know the facts and what I may or have not done, positive or negative. The big one stands out, that no matter how high she set her goals, I have strived and pushed myself beyond limitation to achieve for her. The fact that some of her illusionary goals were unobtainable is of course me to blame.

  Now at least everything is clear. Life goes on and I await her next move in whatever new direction may suddenly strike her.
Don't quite know where she intends meeting all these nice adoring male friends who are bursting to shower her with gifts, money and exotic trips for a taste inside the knickers. Wherever it is, it is going to be expensive. And guess what, muggings here will be expected to provide as usual the necessary cash for her latest fancy.
If I don't. Shit, then she may really turn nasty.

  What would you do?
Maybe I will open a forum so everyone can tell me. I think I know the answer though.

  Heh. I just realised one very positive thing has emerged slightly above the feeling of great loss, Freedom. Cant quite fathom out its importance right now, but I know its something many die for in trying to achieve, so that must count for something, doesn't it?

00:45 that's it tonight, more tomorrow as it unfurls.
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