August 1, 1801
Northamptonshire, England
The five horsemen cantered down the road at a brisk pace, using their speed to deflect any potential highwaymen or footpads, although there was no pace fast enough to satisfy George Granger, the 1st Earl of Brentwood. He galloped along, surrounded by the four footmen who had been detailed to escort him, heading to London with an urgency that the footmen assumed was brought on by an important matter of state.
Granger had been enjoy
The French Revolutionary War is finally coming to a conclusion, and after eight years of conflict, George Granger is going to have to adapt to a world at peace. While the conflict with France may be at an end, George has his own challenges to face. He has returned home to find himself richer, but estranged from his wife. His best friend and lover, Francis Calvert, has been wounded in the Caribbean and has not yet returned to England. Join George as he navigates this fraught era, which may be even more dangerous than when England at France were at war.
Thanks to all of you for your comments.
The next story is already in the works. It will be titled "The Freshmen" but will have multiple narrators. The minds we'll be looking into will be those of Will, Brad, and JJ. So far.
May 3, 2004
Malibu, CA
Will
“I have a question for you,” I said to Jake. We were in the Escalade limo, heading up to see Travis’s mother and Big. He’d been gazing out the window, so my words had refocused his attention on me, Travis and my father. “Were the cameras and sound equipment operating in Curtis Buck’s office when you were there and when he was killed?”
“No,” Jake said firmly. “I disabled the security systems.”
“I guess that means Big doesn’t know you wer
The insurance policy is in an ILIT (insurance trust). They're used to pay estate taxes. He would have gifted the money to pay the premiums to Taylor and Big, then those two would have re-directed those premiums to the life insurance policy. Then when Curtis dies, the death benefit goes to Taylor and Big tax-free.
This is a common tool wealthy people use to pay estate taxes, because if they just bought a life insurance policy, the death benefit would make their estate even larger, and a bunch of that money would be taxed away.
Oh I get it. In order to truly enter a slut phase, one must travel to the colonies. Such errant behaviour is almost unheard of in the mother country. 😀
I think that Will really has no risk in this situation. The only people who have their asses hanging out, exposed, are Zach and Taylor, and to a lesser degree, Travis. I mean, there could be other issues that impact the others (if it got out, how the transfer of money was handled, etc.), but nothing worthy of jail time.
May 2, 2004
Malibu, CA
Will
We sat in the great room of Darius’s house. He wasn’t really into decorating, so it pretty much looked the same as it did when my mother lived here, with a large cushy sectional sofa dominating the room. I’d have to mention that to Stef and thus unleash a maelstrom on Darius, I pondered mischievously. I found being in this house disturbing, which is probably why I didn’t come over here much. In fact, the only reason I did was to use the gym, because
May 1, 2004
Malibu, CA
Will
“I smell food,” I said in confusion.
“Bacon,” Travis said, as we walked down the stairs. “I guess Jake decided to cook?”
“I guess,” I said skeptically. We walked into the kitchen and I saw Consuela flipping bacon on the stove. She was one of the assistant cooks at Escorial. They must have shipped her down here to help out. “Hola!”
She turned around and smiled at me. “Hola, Mr. Will!”
“It is good to see you, Senora Gutierr