TheWealthyBastard
Wed Aug 12 2009, 12:32am
I wake up at 7 in the morning. The sun shines in through my wall of windows. I look out at the ocean while I down a protein shake. Today, the sea is calm. Not many surfers. People walking along the beach. Couples holding hands.
I hop in my Ferrari, a beautiful F430 Spider, I enjoy the 15 minute ride to the gym. Scenic route along the coast line. I hit speeds of 120 mph. I don't get a ticket. I never get a ticket.
I meet up with my personal trainer. He does all the thinking for me, I just lift. Gives me lots of compliments - I pay him for that. Tells me I'm exactly where I need to be. It's a great place to be.
My wife is still in bed as I get back from the gym. I hop on top of her, pull down her panties, and fuck her for the next half hour... You know, assist her spirit, in returning to the physical. I'm selfless like that. Always helping other people.
I check my email. Requests pouring in from all over the country. Everyone wants a piece of me. I feel overwhelmed. I need to raise my prices again, filter some of these people out. I pick the highest offer. One weekend of work, my pockets are stuffed for the next 6 months... at least. I direct the other emails to my canned response, "Sorry, your offer is too small for my consideration."
My wife wants to do some shopping. I call up the travel agency. We're flying to France in two days. First class. We have to buy a seat for the poodle too. It always comes with us. Exclusive hotel. A Bentley will be waiting for us when we land.
Pay my bills today. Monthly expenses - $25,000. Maid asks for an extra $500 a month. Her son needs braces. I tell her in a stern voice, "If you ask me for money again, I'll have you deported!" We laugh it off, I hand her five hundred dollar bills.
Play tennis with the wife. She beats me again (I let her, it makes the sex better). Meet up with some friends. They join us on the boat. We take it out for a few hours. Bask in the sun, a couple drinks, finger foods, fishing.
Get back home. Order food from concierge service. Watch a movie. Meditate in the jacuzzi. Head for bed. Another day awaits tomorrow. Heading to France soon.
I hop in my Ferrari, a beautiful F430 Spider, I enjoy the 15 minute ride to the gym. Scenic route along the coast line. I hit speeds of 120 mph. I don't get a ticket. I never get a ticket.
I meet up with my personal trainer. He does all the thinking for me, I just lift. Gives me lots of compliments - I pay him for that. Tells me I'm exactly where I need to be. It's a great place to be.
My wife is still in bed as I get back from the gym. I hop on top of her, pull down her panties, and fuck her for the next half hour... You know, assist her spirit, in returning to the physical. I'm selfless like that. Always helping other people.
I check my email. Requests pouring in from all over the country. Everyone wants a piece of me. I feel overwhelmed. I need to raise my prices again, filter some of these people out. I pick the highest offer. One weekend of work, my pockets are stuffed for the next 6 months... at least. I direct the other emails to my canned response, "Sorry, your offer is too small for my consideration."
My wife wants to do some shopping. I call up the travel agency. We're flying to France in two days. First class. We have to buy a seat for the poodle too. It always comes with us. Exclusive hotel. A Bentley will be waiting for us when we land.
Pay my bills today. Monthly expenses - $25,000. Maid asks for an extra $500 a month. Her son needs braces. I tell her in a stern voice, "If you ask me for money again, I'll have you deported!" We laugh it off, I hand her five hundred dollar bills.
Play tennis with the wife. She beats me again (I let her, it makes the sex better). Meet up with some friends. They join us on the boat. We take it out for a few hours. Bask in the sun, a couple drinks, finger foods, fishing.
Get back home. Order food from concierge service. Watch a movie. Meditate in the jacuzzi. Head for bed. Another day awaits tomorrow. Heading to France soon.