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

  Friday 6th April.
  10:27

  Woke up this morning feeling a little refreshed.  Went to bed at 5 yesterday and just laid there bathed in the afternoon sun streaming through the still un-curtained windows and eventually escaped the present reality and slept.  Whether I can ever be bothered to fit the new expensive curtains, I doubt it.  No real point is there? There will always be something that displeases her about the job, the time it took or curtains themselves.  Either way, that £700 would feel much better in my pocket right now, along with the thousands that this lady has just cost me and continues to do so.

 As I lay there looking around, my eyes feel on the huge old Indian chest of drawers next to the massive bespoke spider web bed I was laid on. You would think it was highly varnished!  Every inch of its umpteenth drawers and surround was gleaming in brilliance. Why?  Because our last maid was that good.  Every piece of wooden furniture in this house (and that's a lot), including the wooden floors throughout adorned with genuine Persian scatter rugs, was hand polished the old way with beeswax.  And it all not only shone it glistened with brilliance.  Just how her ladyship always wanted it.

  Just laying there thinking that after all this time and at least 16 other cleaners / helps / maids.  I had finally found one that kept house not only to Eliza's royalty expectations, but beyond.  The house is like a palace at the moment and in three months time it will be a dull black hole in comparison.  Despite the new male cleaner that has just been ordered from the Job Centre at twice the cost of Evelyn for about a tenth of the work. Cant see him down on hands and knees hand polishing the floor every month, or the huge old rosewood dining table and six king chairs that look as though they are french polished at this time.  Let alone use the special polish on the leather recliners, or get out the brasso, some clothes and gloves to do all the brass and copper stuff scattered around the rooms.  Air the clothes and bedding on nice days, turn the mattress, polish all the windows - inside and out, iron the clothes with one crease instead of multiple ones.  Plus, dust and polish every picture and the entire house including every ledge, crook and cranny every day,. Oh and lets not forget putting out rubbish and sweeping all the pathways including the pavement outside and litter from the road every morning.  

And that is just the house! Outside is another complex of offices and buildings.  There's the studio garden flat, well that's empty now unfortunately as the maid Evelyn has gone. There's the small log style chalet that's split into a laundry room and a beautifully placed office for Eliza with open plan windows looking onto the lawn and gardens at the front and the wet garden pond on the side.  Spent a lot of time designing this building to suit what Eliza desired.  Now? It's just another left over. She hardly ever uses it anymore and seems to have little interest other than it's still hers. Any more than she ever used the running machine that I spent about 1400 on some years ago and will still sits there in the corner of her office, right next to the pine welsh dresser full of nick knacks that all need dusting each day. Then there is the big chalet which I designed for my office and this is where I sit right now writing this. Two huge door size desks, a built in aviary opposite me with a couple of love bird parrots and a java, polished wooden floor, fridge, toilet and the works.  My desk is near the glass doors as I smoke, while my co-worker Vlady sits at the desk on the other side.  Its from there he manages our various servers and services strategically placed around the world.

  At least I can look around me and feel a little security here in 'the lodge' as its become known by everyone. Only one problem though, apart from having to make my own egg or bacon sandwiches and nice cupa's now and again, I will now have to keep this place clean and be on top of Vlady all the time to help. It was good when Evelyn was here I must admit.  She worked hard despite Eliza's treating her as a slave and rebuking her. She managed to keep a smile through it all, even after the several times Eliza made her cry.  Most of all she was quite, honest and respectful and never complained. I liked her. No, not that way, though wow just think about it?   A young, 20 something petite Kenyan woman whose only wish would be to please me in every single way imaginable or possible.  Wow. Now that is a great fantasy and would suit me perfectly at this moment in time.   Not to worry, maybe Eliza's illusions were right.  Maybe, the girl wanted to take over and live with me wrapped in the arms of passionate sex and frivolity for eternity.  Maybe I better go to Kenya for a holiday and ask her.

  Come to think of it, that may not be such a bad idea.  I've strived for one woman only for the past 16 years and got nothing but negativity back.  So if I had another partner it would be a good idea to set it right from day one.  There are many 20 something ladies out there who would have undying gratitude, respect and faithfulness for a 'sugar daddy' with intelligence and vision! In fact I hear that these days the young girls are totally peed off with the 'full balls, empty brain' immature young men and moving towards older more matured males.  So this could well be my right century.  Being used by another is quite acceptable providing and always providing its an open two way thing and all parties concerned are happy with the arrangements and benefits.  Like I say, I've done it for 16 years and still in a position without option to continue doing it.  So why not do it openly with someone who will not only appreciate a tenth of what I give now, but show that appreciation in every way to make me happy.  After all that is the key to such a relationship, I offer security she offers gratitude.  Now a relationship built on that has got good foundation to build further on.  You both know where you stand, its in both interests to maintain the equilibrium and improve at every opportunity.  Very much of 'what you put in is seen straight away' relationship, very satisfying.

  In fact a long time ago in a place called Bradwell in Essex in believe, I met a man named Captain Sarl.  My Dad used to visit him and I was always amazed by this giant of a man even in his nineties whose house was full of so many huge antiques from all the far off places he had been.  Even a tigers head mounted on the wall and two human sized Ju Ju figures, wow.  But the one thing I remember most was his lifestyle and 30 something wife who absolutely worshipped him.  Every little thing he needed, she was there.  Kisses and cuddles abounded, she loved him deeply I could tell.  She was so proud of this once mightily powerful man who now sat with blankets over him most of the time.  She was 20 when they met and he offered to be her sugar daddy, even with the extension of allowing her other lovers.  This was an option she never needed to take as so I gather, within a short period she became totally besotted by his strength of character and traveled knowledge of the world and life.  She gave herself to him more than most wives could ever do.  He was everything to her and even after his death at 99, he always will be.

 I never forgot that man and the relationship I witnessed, even as a teenager I realised that was the sort of love I would need to find from a woman in the future.  But the Captain had a side of him that I do not.  He was a down and outright scoundrel, in the politest of ways. When he was not sitting he might be at the cottage front gate literally drooling at the young skirts going past and he was not a man you argued or disagreed with either.  So she often had a hard time with him.   My mistake up to now seems to be lack of that disrespectfulness towards a partner.  So I tend to get taking for granted and then I loose. Surely it does not have to be that way, I know there are women who show undying gratitude and their whole being to someone who will be faithful and really care for them.

  Now that would be a strange turn of events though would it not?  Say if I found an Evelyn and proposed the sugar daddy thing, she agreed and we set up home somewhere and lived in contentment thereafter.  Then what will have happened is this.  According to Eliza everybody wants what's hers, even her energy (remember the psychic attacks and energy snatchers?). So her devils could be said to have materialised.  For her own illusions would have created the situation to support it as a reality.  Like I have said before, illusions and fantasies can sometimes be materialised, though normally their birth means the total destruction of most around them.  Such is the law of matter, anti matter and physics. I should know, I've just wasted 16 years trying to make many of her fantasies come true, unfortunately those miracles have been much too small for her big dreams.  I doubt if in fact even the Buddha could ever satisfy Eliza's total desires, illusions, fantasies and dreams.

  So, maybe the sugar daddy thing might be a good idea.  I am a giver, I was born that way.  I enjoy others company regardless of how many devils they might have or their colour, status or religious beliefs.  My humanity crosses all boundaries without change or regret.  I am proud of my great compassion, tolerance and understanding of others.  Grateful to have been born a giver instead of a disrespectful user.  My qualities are to be admired not washed in the mud again and again by her or anyone else for that matter. One thing is for sure, there are many who would not only appreciate these qualities, but offer everything without question to an educated mate with such open honesty of intent.

  Well, back to reality.  Eliza popped into the office with the first few words of the day.  She needs a hundred as its the hairdressers today.  Of course I paid as usual, though swallowing very hard this time.  She is almost ready to go hunting for her new goals, life and Mr Rich Dick lover who will shower her with his everything.  Poor guy and illusionary Eliza.  Still that will be their problem as when he arrives, I will be ready to go.  Not far away just yet as I must stand by Liam for at least two years here in UK for his education and security.  He knows in his heart that things are happening.  Even at his age he knows the difference between a good relationship and a one sided used one and from the little things he does and says, he knows this cannot exist too long.  So I have decided that when the time comes and hopefully I am ready, I will set up home and business near him in Kent.  Strangely, Kent is the only place in the UK that Eliza has ever been drawn towards.  We have toured and slept there in the Chevy dozens of times.  It is the only place since I have known her that she has been back to even twice, let alone dozens of times.  How bizarre eh?  I will be the one who will be living there out of necessity rather than desire. At least for the next two years and after that, who knows.  Depends of how the money train goes, if you are reading this, then please help MY dreams come true and pick a Google ad link at the top of this page that interests and click it please.  Every 5c helps and if there were a million of them.....?

  Murat rang and they are coming over with the grandchildren and we all are off to Richmond park for a little picnic in the glorious sunshine that's been all day.  Both he and Angela are so upset by it all.  I really have taken to them over the years.  I knew Angela many years ago before she converted to Islam.  Such a dynamic young girl. Beautiful and curved, perfectly featured and enough to make any male turn his head.  And they did.  I remember in walking out with her sometimes where she worked or family shopping.  Wow, was I proud to be with her.  It was not just her compelling beauty, it was the strength of character underneath.  Very much like her Mum, she has high expectations and needs a strong partner with brains, though fortunately her dreams are based firmly on the achievable not illusions.  I can tell you now and I know she will read this, if I had been single and the time and place had been different, I would have courted her.  She felt worth it and there are few that I have met that I can say that about.  Now she is a woman, married with five children to a wonderful hard working man.  They obey the Islamic laws and are happy with their sometimes slow, but consistent pursuits in life.  Most importantly, though it is not littered with the materialism that Eliza's is, they are happy together and respect each other.  They argue I am sure, who said true love runs smooth?  But like most, their arguments will be about real things in the real world and those we can all put right as they are tangible.  Mine have all been about illusions.

  Anyway, I suggested that they not challenge mum as the peace is welcome in this house after such a draining week.  E does not take kindly to being challenged about her views or intentions which are invariably set in stone no matter how corrupt they are proven to be. So hopefully we will all have a nice family time as if nothing has changed which is the way Eliza wants it. 

  14:36
   Eliza has just arrived back with her new image.  Very different chic look style and deep colouring.  Yes, she is almost ready.  The bill? £124!!!   Don't wonder how I feel, don't want to go there its too depressing.  Suppose soon its the dress from the tailors, the new outfit and a continuing list.  I bite the tongue and concentrate on what I must do.  Her time might be imminent but mine is locked to finance, not just a few hundred spent here or there, but hundreds thousands filing the my personal future days. Things are already in place to make that happen and happen it must.  There has never been such a sense of urgency in my life to achieve in such a short time scale, three months.  Somehow, that time must be carefully balanced and my every emotion firmly locked away from Eliza or any event.  I've been trying it today and while it obviously hasn't made her very happy as I see it in the face, its not too volatile as yet. A problem yet to deal with is the hostility as she senses my note of reluctance to be drawn into conversation or be emotionally attached any more.  From now it is not just an 'open marriage' as she wants but an open and un-involved one.  Same roof, two totally different agendas and paths.

 I am off to get dressed now. I've spent all day in my robe.  Thought that was the best way of putting the message over of not being bothered today and it appears to have worked not one single demand except £124 of course!!

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More later after the picnic.

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