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They got out of the limousine. She’d called Mike when they left the Four Seasons and the plane was fueled and ready to depart. In a few minutes they were in the air. Slade and Darya were both emotionally exhausted. They made their seats into beds and soon dozed off.

Three hours later Darya woke up and turned towards Slade. She gently stroked his cheek. He opened his eyes and looked at her. She rolled over on top of him, kissing him deeply. He put his arms around her, pulling her closer to him.

“Why Slade, I can sense a little action south of the border. Be a shame to waste it. I’ve never been a member of the Mile High club, but I’ve heard a lot about it. What do you say? Are you up for it?”

“Just because we can’t get married, doesn’t mean we can’t continue to enjoy each other and sweetheart, right now I’m going to enjoy you thoroughly,” he said as he began to undress her, freeing her breasts from her bra.

"Nice and slow Slade," she whispered in his ear. "We have all the time in the world."

They kissed deeply and passionately as they explored each other’s mouths. He hugged her tightly, running his hands over her silken body, enjoying her buttocks, so soft and so inviting. Her underwear was getting wetter and wetter with every breath she took.

He slowly began to kiss her erect nipples. A shudder of sexual pleasure ran down her spine. The kissing turned into licking as he deftly removed her panties. He slid his fingers between her lips, stroking her. She was hot and wet. Darya moaned in pleasure and knew she couldn't control herself much longer.

"Slade, please don't stop," Darya begged him, as he stroked her faster and harder until she came with such ferocity that his fingers were wet. He slid downward kissing her torso and thrust his face into her as she wrapped her thighs around his head. She came again and again.

"Slade," she said in a ragged voice, her whole body on fire "I want you in me…"

He entered her and forcefully took her. Waves of orgasms caused her vagina to convulse repeatedly. Slade had never experienced anything like this. It was as if his cock had a mind of its own. Spent, they held one another, bodies entwined, and panting softly. Making love at 30,000 feet in the air made it all that much better.

Darya realized she was now a member of the Mile High club, and a few more trips like this one would probably make her its president!

CHAPTER 42

 

Maria got into the Lexus and sighed. “Jordan, do you know what it’s like to see the mountains, the sky and you, and also be totally free. My God, I’m free!” she screamed, laughing and crying at the same time. “I thought I’d spend the rest of my life in prison. I didn’t want to live. I can’t believe I’m free.”

“Well, I thought we would begin a new life when you landed in California, but it was delayed a bit. Now we can, and Maria, during these past weeks, I’ve done a lot of thinking. I want the baby. We love each other and we’ll make a wonderful home for the baby. Is that okay with you?”

“Oh Jordan,” she said, gently squeezing his arm. “I’ve been so worried you wouldn’t want it. One other thing. I’m not going to take Freedom. I thought I would since Darya was able to make the pills, but I don’t think it would be good for the baby. Actually, I’m going to sell the formulas to Darya for a very modest price. I don’t need the money and I don’t want anything to do with them. They’ve caused enough problems in my life. That would be the ultimate start to a new life. What do you think?”

“Yes to everything. I’m glad you’re getting rid of Freedom. It’s got a lot of bad juju attached to it. With it gone, we really can make a fresh start. Plus, you’ve had so much on your mind these past few weeks, I didn’t want to overwhelm you with anything else, but I’ve been reinstated!”

“Oh, Jordan, that news makes this day just about perfect.”

They spotted the news vans and reporters as soon as Jordan turned onto the alley behind his house. “Maria, I guess you’re the news story of the day. You don’t need to say anything more than ‘no comment’ to them. I’ll shield you as best I can.”

Jordan and Maria got out of the car and were immediately surrounded by the media. It was nothing short of a feeding frenzy as microphones were thrust in their faces and the clicks of cameras and flashbulbs made speaking almost impossible. Television news vans lined the street.

“Ladies and gentlemen, there will be no statements from either of us. It’s been a rough couple of months for Mrs. Brooks and all she wants is to have some down time at home. As you know, the case against her was dismissed by Judge Adams. We have nothing to add to it. Thank you for respecting our privacy.”

Maria stood next to him and as she turned to walk up the sidewalk leading to the house, she noticed a man holding a little girl trying to make his way through the crowd. She stared at him, trying to recall where she’d seen him. Then she realized it was Pierre Yount, and the little girl he was holding was Noor.

“Look, Jordan. Pierre Yount’s here and Noor is with him.”

Jordan rushed over to where Pierre was standing and looked at Noor. He’d visited her several times at Mahsa’s home and the tie between them had only strengthened. She reached for Jordan and Pierre put her in his waiting arms.

“Pierre, it’s good to see you again. Thanks for bringing Noor here.”

“Maria, we all heard the wonderful news on television. Congratulations! I thought Jordan would want to see Noor now that your ordeal is over and maybe she could spend a day or two here since you’re home. I probably should have waited a couple of days, but I knew Noor would be happier around Jordan than the rest of us. If it’s an inconvenience, I’ll be happy to take her back to Mahsa’s home.”

“Thank you Pierre, and no, this is not an inconvenience. As a matter of fact I’m expecting a baby in a few months and I think that baby might just need a big sister.”

Jordan looked at Maria over the top of Noor’s small little head and mouthed the words, “Thank you.” The media overheard the conversation and asked Jordan and Maria if it was true. Were they really going to adopt this little girl and was Maria expecting a baby?

Maria answered for both of them with a resounding “Yes” as she opened the side gate to their home, letting Noor and Jordan go ahead of her. She turned back to the cameras, waved and said, “Sometimes you get lucky and find happiness. We’re three of the lucky ones.”

The picture of Maria waving to the cameras and her final words were the lead story on every news channel that evening. The next shot was of a grinning handsome detective holding a small girl from Afghanistan. The heartwarming story made its way worldwide across the internet, giving hope to everyone.

*****

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The Best Book on Money and Success That'll Take You to the Top

 

CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1 - A New Beginning

CHAPTER 2 - What Do You Want?

CHAPTER 3 - Plugging Massive Energy Leaks

CHAPTER 4 - Empty Yourself First

CHAPTER 5 - Resistance Explained

CHAPTER 6 - Sin, a Wretched Invention

CHAPTER 7 - Nothing can kill

CHAPTER 8 - The Turnaround

CHAPTER 9 - Actionless Action - Act Without Acting

CHAPTER 10 - Mother's Special Recipe for Success (Reader's Favorite)

CHAPTER 11 - The Power behind a Choice or Decision

CHAPTER 12 - Why do some people never get what they want?

CHAPTER 13 - Be Very Selfish & Don't Forget the F Word

CHAPTER 14 - Reverse Engineering your Deepest Fear

CHAPTER 15 - Living in the Now & The Secret of a Billion Bits

CHAPTER 16 - The Essence

 

 

CHAPTER 1

A New Beginning

It was the first week of March and Spring was just around the corner, eager to burst forth and bless everyone with life and warmth once more. A beaming sun and blue skies dotted with white fluffy clouds greeted all those who had assembled. Smiles abounded, and even those who were grouchy couldn't help flashing their pearly or not so pearly whites.

The organization catered to those who needed someone "to listen" to them in their moment of crises, and in the long run steer them away, tactfully, from committing suicide. It had been in existence for decades, tucked away in a quaint house in a leafy neighborhood in the suburbs. What these callers didn't realize was that
loneliness was killing them, slowly and softly.

Those who called the helpline came from all walks of life and over the decades the clientele included shop owners, taxi-drivers, cashiers, celebrities, office clerks, fast food workers, engineers, nurses, waiters, waitresses, CEO's, customer service reps, truckers, actors, actresses, loaders, baggage handlers, authors, directors, producers, janitors, warehouse workers, journalists, secretaries, bookkeepers, teachers, maids, pilots, maintenance people, lawyers, hoteliers, government officials, pimps, hookers, bankers, ex-convicts etc.

Twice a year the organization would hold a get-together where the Chairman would host a feast for the volunteers who were educated, compassionate, eclectic, enthusiastic and inspiring. The Chairman was a wise and generous man revered for his wisdom, both, from a monetary and spiritual angle. He wanted to share his secrets, "real secrets of life", with them.

There are principles and then there are tactics or techniques. Principles are few and far in-between whereas tactics range in the hundreds or thousands. He wanted to share his life-transforming principles (and a few techniques), the best of the best, with these good Samaritans; they deserved it. The possibilities were limitless once the foundation was laid.

The chairman had a handsome forehead, deep-set eyes, lush eyebrows, an aquiline nose and a head covered with silvery-white hair. The volunteers could invite their family and friends, and the event was always a memorable one.

The post lunch session was the most precious part of the day. By then everyone had melted into each other and the gathering resembled one big, complete, happy family. The Q&A session would begin where they could ask the Chairman absolutely anything. No topic was deemed inappropriate or juvenile, and they were free to go in any direction. The volunteers came from all walks of life and despite vast differences, both economic and social, they all shared a common thirst for love, money and happiness. Yet, at times, the intensity of that thirst seemed to get in the way of everything they yearned for.

 

CHAPTER 2

What do you want?

“So what's the first question going to be?” asked the chairman, as he smiled magnanimously.

“How do we make money? Lots of it?” asked one man.

“Yeah, that's a good one. We’re not happy living like this," said an older man. "A fat bank balance is always welcome.”

“Anything else other than money?” asked the chairman, with a twinkle in his eye.

“Ooh, ooh, and happiness at all times,” said a young woman.

“Yeah, and a stress free life,” said an elderly lady.

“All three if possible,” said one girl.

“That would be asking for too much, I guess,” said a young guy.

“So money, happiness and a stress free life are your top three wishes for the year. That’s doable, although there are far more interesting challenges in life,” said the chairman.

“We’ve had enough challenges. There's so much pain and suffering even amongst the educated. A few on top shittin' on the rest of us,” said a man, in a slightly frustrated tone.

“That’s understandable, so let’s start with money,” said the chairman. "Before we start, wouldn't it be nice to know the personality traits that the rich possess?"

"We already know that. They're smart and intelligent and come from rich backgrounds…," an impetuous young man retorted before he was cut off by an older man.

"We're here to listen and learn from him. I think there's more to it than meets the eye. Yes, we'd like to know the personality traits the rich possess," said the old man, sounding a little irritated.

"They're not smart, not intelligent, not rich, not lucky, not talented, not beautiful, not privileged, not confident, not achievers, not the most popular, not likely to succeed, been laughed at the most and have failed more than most," said the chairman, much to the astonishment of all those gathered.

"That gives us so much hope," said a young man. "You just described me perfectly."

"That means you'll be rich, happy and stress free," a middle aged woman chimed in.

All of a sudden the mood changed. There might be a chance after all, everyone thought. Something deep within them stirred. Really? Was it really true that most rich people came from such wretched backgrounds? Wow, who would have thought?

"If that's the case then what about the things we see on TV and read in the papers?" asked a young woman, still not convinced.

"The media gives people what they want. If they portrayed boring people who wore boring clothes and drove old, ugly cars and lived in modest homes then no one would watch the TV or read the papers anymore," said the chairman.

"Makes a lot of sense," a young woman said. The rest nodded in agreement.

"Moving on, does anyone know the First Law of the Universe?" asked the chairman. He scanned everyone's faces, waiting for an answer. When none came forth he replied.

"Whatever you want will be yours!"

 "Then how come we don't get what we want?" a young man shot back.

"Well, when I asked you what the first law of the universe was, you didn't reply," said the chairman with a smile. "Then how do you expect to get what you want?"

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