Date: Sat, 3 Dec 2022 15:17:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mike Simmons <illuminati12353@yahoo.com>
Subject: It was always about the bets 358

I was up at 6:30 and call the school saying I wasn't well and wouldn't
be in. I was reminded to bring a written excuse when I returned. I hung
up and jumped back into bed and slept for another hour. When I woke I
just laid there with a smile and reached under the covers and grabbed my
cock and it jumped to attention. I slowly worked my cock and with my
other hand I was gently rubbing my balls. The blankets were soon in the
way and I kicked them to the floor. I just laid back with my yes closed
and kept stroking my cock changing the pace and trying not to shoot. Soon
my hand was sticky from precum so I stoped fondling my balls and switched
hands. I knew I was close but wanted to put this off as long as possible.
While stroking with my left hand I moved my sticky hand to my mouth and
rubbed some of the precum on my lips. The taste almost put me over the
edge but I managed to lick my hand almost clean. At that point there was
no stopping things and I shot a string of cum that almost hit my nipples.
There were a lot more spurts and my bellybutton was a lake of cum. I
scooped some up and my fingers were dripping cum and I stuck them in my
mouth and sucked them clean. I just laid there enjoying what I hoped
would be a very relaxing day and this was a great start.


Soon enough it was time to get the day started so nude and covered with
cum, I went to the kitchen and put on some coffee and headed for the
shower. It was a very long shower and once I was dried off I jumped on
the scale and was 221 and in looking in the mirror and I was pleased as
the results of football was gone. For the first time I was thinking I
needed help with my workout program. I dressed in jeans and my usual
crewneck and poured some coffee. I started to think about the day and
needed to call VT and set a meeting up with the strength and conditioning
coach and that needed to be this weekend. I needed to meet with Mr.
Moore, president of Brentwood Saving Bank and I knew that would be a
complicated discussion as it was dad's first bank and they were a lot of
help. I wanted to control my personal finances and they were less
involved in the company as our construction loans were too big for a
small community bank. Then there was the haircut and some shopping for
clothes, those could happen tonight and possibly I would invite Winnie.
Finally, there was the need to get int the single engine plane and go
nowhere. Then in the corner I saw the very small box that contained  the
ashes from Carrie. I smiled and said, ok bitch today is the day. We are
going to Nemacolin and you are not eating at Lautrec. The hatred in which
I said that even shocked me.


The first call went to the bank and I asked for a meeting with Mr. Moore
and once they found out who I was it was easily scheduled for 11:00. The
next call went to the airport and I asked for the single engine Cessna be
available around 1:00. I debated calling Nemacolin but decided against
that as I might not be landing. I could simply toss the bitch out the
window. I smiled at that and then took a deep breath and called the VT
football office. When the phone was answered, I introduced myself and
asked if I could please talk with the strength and conditioning coach.
Mike, I'm sorry but he is in the weight room and he is typically there
all day. I said thanks and was about to ask for Coach Conn when I was
told that every coach will be her for the weekend, as this is a big
event. Then I said, I'm sorry I didn't catch your name? Mike, I'm
sorry, I didn't introduce myself but I'm Tony Cooper and will be a
Junior wide receiver. Mike, what I can do is leave a note for coach
letting him know that you would like to meet. Thanks Tony but why is this
such a big deal? Mike you are part of the best recruiting class we have
had in a very long time and the entire team has been told to be there. I
laughed and said, well I guess I'm on the team as I was told to be here
as well. Mike, just a bit of advice, don't let them take the word no out
of your vocabulary. As we hung up Tony said Mike, Sean said to say hello.
I smiled and said see you Friday.


With that done I needed to use the bathroom and in passing the mirror I
thought that I needed to change the color of the crewneck. After the
bathroom I selected a light grey shirt and my black leather jacket. Then
I remembered the Carrie shit and wasn't taking the ashes in a box. There
was no urn, as that would not be appropriate as these were simply ashes
from memories. I needed a jar with a lid. It wasn't an easy find and I
was about to give up when in the back corner of the pantry I found an
empty Heinz pickle jar. It was a larger jar and at one time it held a
quart of pickles. Thankfully the jar held all the ashes which were finely
ground. I took the box out back dumped it in the fir pit and sprayed it
with charcoal lighter and threw in a match. Inside I grabbed the jar and
the keys to the Wrangler and drove to the bank, barely on time.


The bank was close and there were only two traffic lights between my
place and the bank and I hit both of them red. Parking was easy but I
walked into the bank 4 minutes past 11:00. I looked around and there was
a guy sitting at a desk, in the open. I approached him and said excuse
me, I'm Mike Simmons and I have an appointment with Mr. Moore. The guy
smiled and asked Mike, which one as they are both in the office this
morning? I shrugged and said, I have no idea. Mike, have a seat and I'll
find out. About 5 minutes later the guy returned and asked for me to
follow him. I was led up a pair of steps to the second floor and there
was a secretary and a couple of offices and a conference room. The
secretary smiled and said, good morning Mr. Simmons, Mr. Moore is ready
for you and she led me to an office and as the door was open  she went in
and said Mr. Moore, Mr. Simmons is here. I stepped inside and a heavy set
guy about my dad's age stood up and said, good morning, I'm Hobie
Moore, Bank President. He was clearly surprised but we shook hands and I
said, nice to meet you Mr. Moore, I'm Mike Simmons. We both sat down and
I just looked at him and he asked so Mr. Simmons what can we do for you?
Well Mr. Moore, Things are gearing up again as the economy is showing
signs of life and I have a number of projects about to start and I need
to get an understanding of my personal finances. Well Mr.Simmons, you
don't need to talk to me about that and I believe your dad would be best
suited to provide the understanding you require. Well Mr. Moore it seems
to me that I am warehousing a large number of Ben Franklins in your
institution and unlike the real Franklin they are sitting there twiddling
their thumbs. I haven't asked anything from your bank and you sit there
telling me to talk with daddy, really? I was so pissed off that I was
calm but there was an eruption brewing.


As soon as I said that Mr. Moore got up closed the door to his office and
sat beside me. He smiled and asked can we stop with the Mister shit and
just talk, I'm not your enemy. I shrugged and said absolutely. Mike, our
dads have a relationship that goes way back and all I know about it is
that this bank helped your dad get started. Mike, your accounts were set
up in accordance with your Trust by your dad and and his attorney. I
believe it was Adam but I don't remember his last name and we haven't
seen him in a long time. Mike, those Franklins you referred to are secure
and in your name. There is however a limit on the two savings accounts as
you need your dad to approve any withdrawals that exceed $20,000. So
Hobie, I can withdraw $19,000 as many times as I want? He smiled and said
nope, you are limited to one withdrawal every 15 business days. Mike,
interestingly enough your dad is under the same restrictions. The two of
you together can withdraw or close the account but that involves you both
doing that. That's why I asked you to talk with your dad. Mike, those
restrictions are in play till you are 21 or have a college degree. I
smiled and said Hobie, thanks for the information and I should sell
tickets to my next conversation with dad. Hobie, just so you are aware, I
will need about 100k and I will have dad's approval and it will be
closing the checking account and opening accounts where I have control
but most of the other money here will remain here, unless something
unexpected occurs. You see I respect that you guys did for dad, early on
and I like local businesses. Thanks for your time. We shook hands and I
left, totally upset with dad and needing assurances Adam was out of my
life both personally and professionally.


I needed coffee and knew there was a coffee shop about a block away. As I
walked I thought about the trust and all I had gotten from dad. I really
just didn't know why he did all that except that he needed a break. As I
walked the block and a half to the coffee thought that dad had every
right to protect the money but that was all in investments. The money at
the bank was money I had earned. The salary from Technologies and
Enterprises along with all the subsidiaries was or should be all mine.
This had Adam's hands all over it and it was 50/50 that dad knew. At
that point I was pissed at myself for not catching it. It was time for a
one on one meeting with dad and in my office and at the desk not the
comfortable seating. I ordered a large coffee to go and a bearclaw and
started back to the Jeep. That immediately took me to Carrie and the jar
full of the ashes of anything I could find. As I got In I thought of Bill
and mom and my trip to the outer banks. I had picked a place where the
three of had a special moment. All the places where Carrie and I or at
least I had a good time were local and I didn't want the memories
anywhere I would be a lot. That confirmed my need to fly to Nemacolin and
I would let the ashes fly in a place she liked and where I finally dumped
her.


It was a quick drive to the airport and I went inside and said no flight
plan and it is to Nemacolin and back. I was told that there would be a
weather change and I should try to be back by 6:00. I said thanks and
went outside and started to do there flight check, which concluded with a
manual check of the fuel. In the cabin I put the jar on the other seat
and started the check before starting the engine. As I finished the items
on the pre-start list I started to laugh as this was really back to the
basics and I reminded my self to be careful as there were no backups.
Hell I was in the plane alone and with a jar of ashes. There was only one
engine. Not only that but I had to do the comms as I usually had JJ do
that. I was wondering if they would let me take off. Well my memory
kicked in and it was a lot better than it had my reason to be. At any
rate I was quickly in the air and followed Route 51 South to US 40 and
was just consumed by the flying. I was relaxed and enjoying the flying.
Soon enough I was at Uniontown and it was time to turn East and gain
altitude as the mountains were there looking gloomy and covered with
trees and no leaves. Clearing the mountain was no problem but in the
distance I saw Nemacolin and if I was going to land I needed to get that
going. I looked at the jar and I surprised my self as I said babe, I not
spending one more cent on you. I wasn't going to land and spread those
ashes in a place she would like. All she was getting was being dumped
here and not near the castle. I flew right past the castle for a couple
of minutes trying to figure out where to do this. I needed to turn around
so I made a big arc towards the south and as I completed the loop I saw
the perfect spot, it was the "cozy condos". It was where people stayed
who either could afford rooms in the main building or didn't want all
the fuss. I flew over the area and at the end of one of the roads there
was a large area where it looked like the road might be extended and more
condos would be built. I circled around a couple of time and when I was
sure I opened the window, grabbed the jar and dropped it. I didn't hear
it hit but knew it exploded once it hit the ground.


I took a deep breath and was surprised that I was sad. Sad because of a
waste of a life with great potential. All gone because of the need to
take short cuts to get what you wanted. At that moment I swore that if I
ever found my self doing that I would simply walk away from it all and
move to the Cabin and grow grapes. I found I still had memories of my
time with Carrie but they felt different. There was no emotion tied to
them. Hell they were like items in a museum or portraits to simply looked
at. I smiled as I liked that feeling and knew that it would always be
there but have no meaning. I might never figure out how or why this trip
and this event mattered, all I knew was that at lease for now it worked.
Was it a final victory or was it me punishing her for dumping my memories
in a place that she would hate. Then I felt it was simply an ending,
something that I had been putting off and once I did love the bitch and I
let her hurt me because of that love. Today, I took control away from her
and took care to simply end it.


While all this was going on in my head, I knew exactly where I was an was
looking forward to getting back home. I actually like flying this simple
craft and would make every effort to keep one of these around. I thought
about the new Jet and hoped I would like how it looked. All I knew was
that it would be silver with dark blue accents and I had let the Major
deal with the final design and the tail number. Then I though about the
vent at school and Cole was right, I needed to enjoy and celebrate what I
had accomplished. It was 8 years of running and lifting and fights with
mom about weights at such a young age. I started lifting in 8th grade and
dad had paid a trainer. By the time I was in 10th grade I was well
developed and undersized. The growth spurt started just before football
camp in 10 grade and now I am the perfect build for a D1 linebacker. Now
there would be more hard work and a very complicated life and all I could
do or say was that it will be what it becomes. The combination of three
hours in the air with no phone and no one barking in my headset had me in
a great place. I put all that out of my mind and concentrated completely
of flying. Flying was so natural to me that I knew there was a chance
that it would be too easy and that I would make a mistake. I knew that
one mistake could easily be the last thing that I ever did. About 10 mile
out I checked in at the airport and the weather was good and I was told
to enter the pattern and that I was third in line for landing.


Once I was on the ground and the engine was off I got out and started to
secure the plane the ground crew guy said that I shouldn't bother as the
Major wanted the planes in a hanger because of the weather. I asked about
that and was told 4 to 6 inches and he described it as a Nor'easter.
That's a storm that develops in the Gulf of Mexico and moves up the
coast. Then I was told a lot of show this evening and night and it should
be gone by dawn. I thanked the guy and got in the Wrangler and drove
home. As luck would have it dad and I pulled into the driveway at the
same time. Dad was out of the car first and there was no avoiding the
conversation so I got out. Dad said Mike, you look pretty good for being
sick? I shrugged and said it was a day to tend to thing and relax. Dad
smiled and asked, so how was the meeting at the bank? Before I could say
anything he said, by the look on your face we need to talk. I calmly said
correct and it is either now at my place or Monday in my office. It
really doesn't matter to me. Dad said Mike, I need to get a few thing
and I'll be right up. I shrugged and said, fine.


I went inside and right to my desk and grabbed my copy of the Trust. I
tossed it on the loveseat and went to the refrigerator and grabbed a
bottle of water. I sat there trying to calm down.  A few minutes dad
entered and went directly to the sink and made a drink. He asked I wanted
one and I replied nope, flying tomorrow. Dad laughed and asked, are you
sure? I simply replied, YES. Then I was surprised as he opened the
refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of wine, opened it and poured some in a
glass. Almost immediately Megan appeared with Ashley. I just shook my
head but said nothing. Dad handed Megan her wine and me the folder. Megan
was seated beside me on the loveseat and dad was on a stool at the
counter. I held the folder and asked what is this? Dad simply replied,
your Trust. Dad, why would I need that? I have a copy and a fantastic
memory. If you are telling me my copy and your copy is different we have
a problem that will not likely ever be resolved. Megan, calmly took a sip
of wine but said nothing. Dad, when we signed the Trust, you kept the
original nd Adam gave me a copy. We both know I hate that fucker so
please tell me about Brentwood Bank because when I asked I was told to
ask daddy. So daddy enlighten me. Megan just laughed out loud.


Dad took a drink and said Mike, in the Trust you got control of the
company and stocks. I wanted you to also have money. I sold some of the
stock and but 10k in the checking account and either of us can write a
check, I have never looked at that account. The savings account was 190k
and yes there were limits on you withdraws. Dad, I understand that but
how does money go from my checking account to savings and I can't use
it? Mike, it was to go to a separate account. Dad, it did and the first
account is at the FDIC insurance and the second one is near that and I
have limits. How in the fuck can you do that to me? Dad your money in the
Trust is one thing, my money is a different story. Is your buddy Adam
involved? Mike, I don't see how as I haven't seen him since he was
thrown out of the offices in town.


Dad, I respect the Trust and what we agreed on but I want my money as I
have uses for it, so figure it the fuck out. Dad, everyone seems to have
a relationship with people at that bank but me. Dad, I'm sure the bank
is solid and honest, but I want control of my money and that needs to
happen ASAP. Unfortunately that leaves you and Adam. I didn't like Brian
but he had Adam's number. You and Adam were never a good mix as you tend
not to pay attention. Mike, it isn't Adam. Well dad, that leaves you and
old man Moore and like me, his son is pissed. Dad, on Monday I'm closing
the checking account and as soon as this shit is resolved I'll be
removing my money and the Trust money can stay. Hobie is aware of all
this.


There was silence for a moment and said Mike, I have always had your best
interests in mind. Sometimes there are mistakes and you are so on top of
things it scares me. I couldn't ask for more. What would you say if I
signed the withdrawal slip and you take out whatever you feel is
appropriate?  I just looked but said nothing. Then Megan started to say
something and I stopped her by asking, why are you here, this is between
dad and I? Mike, I love both of you and you are like a son to me  and I
was hoping to keep this civil. Sadly, I am not doing well in that area.
My legal background lets me understand you concerns but you two have more
money than enough. Figure it out and move on, it's sad seeing you two
acting like this. Figure it out, fix it and move on. Mike, what do you
need the money for? That was so fucking far over the line that I smiled
and said Megan, I'm having some friends over for a few beers and bonfire
and I thought I would burn some Benjamins. Then I looked at dad and said,
we can finish this on Monday at the office and please get me some
answers. Then I looked at Megan and said Megan, I'm sorry for that
answer but it is none of your business but it is important to me for next
year in Virginia. Please let dad and I work this out, this is important.
I have been given a lot but I have also given up a lot. Megan shook her
head and said you two are too much alike. I smiled and said, I hope not.


Megan looked at dad and said, please take Ashley I'll be along shortly.
When we were alone I asked so Megan, why did you come? Dad and I need to
work this out alone. She smiled and said, no you don't. Look Mike, I
know you are pulling away and you wanting to get control of your money,
actually it's about time, but your dad is not the bad guy here. He might
not have been paying attention. You are also right about Adam as he used
your dad, he never was a good attorney. As for the bank they are good
people but the founder is over 90 and needs to stay home. Yes, there is a
relationship between the old man and your dad as he helped get the
company off the ground when your dad needed to expand or sell. Thankfully
it all worked out. I'm sure your dad simply moved the money from
checking to savings and didn't check the details. I smiled and said
Megan, I get all that but it's time I pay my own bills and have access
to the money. I understand the Trust but this shouldn't have been part
of it. Megan smiled and said, Mike I agree. Megan I need the money to
build the hanger for the jet when I'm at school. I'm paying cash for it
as I'm donating it to my Foundation. It will be managed and I will pay
rent and there will be room for 2 other planes as there is a need for for
hanger space there. The Foundation will or should make money and I get a
much needed tax deduction. I picked up the copy of the Trust that dad had
brought and said mom, please give this back to dad and tell him I love
him. She smiled and said, good night.


I called JJ and he immediately asked if I thought we could still get to
VT tomorrow? I laughed and said dude, if the fucking runway is clear and
the Jet is here we are definitely going. MJ, what about the weather down
there? I laughed and said JJ, your dad will be all over that. What about
Kathy? JJ said she is going and I'm betting she won't need a separate
room. I laughed and asked why is that? Well we went to the Mall and when
I drove her home she had me bark in the street and we started to make out
and we were all over each other. I was hard as a rock and she unzipped my
pants and was stroking my cock and playing with my cock. MJ, there is no
way I can put those boxer briefs in the laundry for mom to wash. I
laughed and we'll rest up and I'm thinking we come back Sunday so we
can drink some Friday night. He laughed and said goodnight.


I called Winnie and she answered by asking how I was feeling? I laughed
and said I had a busy morning and then went for a long flight in the
single engine plane. It was great. Oh and I had been collecting things
that reminded me of Carrie. I burned them and turned them into fine ashes
and put them in a pickle jar found a place she would like, well actually
hate as it was where average people stayed at a resort. Then I dropped
the jar out the window of the plane at 13,000 feet and drove home and had
a fight with dad, Winnie it was a great day. Mick, are you and your dad
ok? I laughed and said damn, I thought you would ask bout Carrie. Mick,
who is that? Then we both laughed. Mick, what are the plans for tomorrow.
Babe if the new Jet come and the snow is over and the runway is clear we
are going. Oh, JJ is bringing Kathy. Winnie laughed and said Mick, she is
a good fit for JJ and I like her but I'm betting we don't see a lot of
them. I said babe, I'll see you in school tomorrow. She laughed and said
they cancelled school, you get a very long weekend. The I said good night
and I love you. Mick, get some rest and I love you and we hung up.


Thanks for read and for the many comments. I'm recovered and back to
normal.


As the holidays approach, think about Nifty when it comes to giving.