I see that Caro is really serious. “Caro baby, do you mind if I sit down first?” When we had come out of the kitchen, her glare had me “nailed” to the floor and I really didn’t know what to expect so I just stood.


“Sit down, Sebastian and cut the crap, damn it. Start talking!” I love it when she talks to me like that. “Caro, to answer your last question, the reason why I didn’t say anything was that I wanted it to be a complete surprise to you.  I finally know what it is that I want to be when I grow up.


After everything that I have been through, seeing myself progress because of your help and faith in me, I decided that I want to help people just like me and even worse. Caro, I want to become a physical trainer and open my own training facility.” I wait for her to say something but she continues to look at me with an expression on her face that I have never seen before. Is it approval? Is it doubt? Say something, Caro. Finally she blinks and tears start to roll down her beautiful face. She says, “Oh, Sebastian, I think that is a wonderful idea. We can take the money that Liz left  us because it is our money, and start your or should I say, our business”


 “It doesn’t end there, baby. That is just Phase I. There will be 3 or 4 more phases. The building will house  several office/medical complexes which will include a motivational speaker platform with seating for possibly 250 people, a mental health counseling complex, a physical therapy area for those individuals who cannot exercise on their own but who can benefit from a trained therapist’s assistance, a children’s care center with trained personnel and an indoor pool with separate whirlpool equipment and last but not least, a spiritual center with a full time spiritual counselor on hand 24/7. As a matter of fact, eventually, the entire facility will be open 24/7. Individuals don’t pick the time to need help. My plan is to bring in motivational speakers once a month like I heard from that one lady who truly inspired me. Just because someone tells you that you can’t do something, I want them to know that they can at least make the effort if they just try. Are you ready for the name of our complex, Caro?”   “Hunter’s Way.”  Caro throws herself on me and sobs uncontrollably. She cries so hard until I find myself realizing what we can accomplish and I start to sob as well. We hold each other until we are settled down and just enjoy the aftermath in each other’s arms.


“I have another surprise for you, Caro. I can drive.” “WHAT?”, she screams. “How do you know? How long have you been withholding this from me? I told her that I just found out this afternoon. I had called Mr. Anderson from Anderson’s Driving School and he took me out. I let her know that I had done quite a good job.


As I am talking to her about this latest feat, the telephone rings. I answer it because Caro is still trying to reel in what I have just told her. “Hello, Hunter residence.” “Oh, hello, Ms. Coakley. She says that she has wonderful news for me and asks me is this a good time to discuss this. I tell her yes it is and said that if she would like to come over and meet Mrs. Hunter, now would be a perfect time. She agrees and says she will stop over on her way home in just a few minutes.

I explain to Caro and immediately she jumps up, runs to the kitchen and starts preparing a late afternoon snack for our approaching guest. This woman, my wife, my Caro, is beyond amazing.


Ms. Coakley says that the property owner accepted my offer and that he wanted her to present me with an offer. It seems as though he is moving out of the state and he needs to liquidate all of his properties. He had purchased it with the intention of erecting a private golf course but decided that he wanted to leave the area. He told her to offer me the remainder of the property which included approximately, ten more acres at half of what he wanted for them and if I couldn’t come up with the cash or financing, he would sell it to me on land contract with whatever I could put down and a balloon payment due in 10 years.


Caro didn’t give me a chance to even think about it. She jumped up and asked Ms. Coakley, “Where do we sign?” There is no way that we are going to turn down this offer with what we have in mind.”   


“Do you mind if I ask what you are going to name your facility, Mr. Hunter?” Again, Caro doesn’t give me the opportunity to answer as she proudly states the full name. “Hunter’s Way Health and Wellness Center, Inc. and our mission statement is simply ‘We are here to help you improve body and mind and soul. This is Hunter’s Way.”


“Oh, Mrs. Hunter. How perfect is that? I love the idea and I will be your first member so mark it down that no one is to join first but me. Deal?” We agree and all of us enjoy a good laugh.


Caro is so excited that she insists on contacting an architect immediately. We contact one who has an excellent reputation in the Long Beach area, and make an appointment for next week. I smile at my Caro and say to her, “I’ll drive, baby.”



Our complex has taken off like a jet and we have even paid off our mortgages early. We have been able to complete all of our phases due to the fact that all of the major insurances companies have put us on their list of approved health and wellness facilities and doctors refer their patients to our facility on a regular basis. Several doctors have told us that this is something that has been needed for some time. One said that “we try to heal them as best we can; however, we need them to make the effort to try and heal themselves. Your programs teach them how to make the attempt to do just that.”


Anyone is welcome to use our facility, whether they can afford a membership or not. We have free memberships for those who can’t pay. We have also added a restaurant to our facility so that homeless people can get meals with no charge and individuals who can afford to pay, pay only what they want to donate. It has really worked out well as we get several sizable donations from churches around the area on a regular basis.


We contacted the powers that be to get permission to name the road that we have constructed leading back to our facility, Hunter’s Way Drive. Permission was granted with no problem. Our   mailing address is now 7777 Hunter’s Way Drive. (7 in the bible means “completion and rest.”).


We had several cities contact us to build our facility in their cities, even some out of state which we are starting to work on now. We already have completed ten in our state alone and are now venturing out to other states.


We built our 8,000 sq. ft. dream home on the ocean where we can walk out to our beach area and ride the waves as much as we want, weather permitting. We are even teaching our two sons how to “ride the waves.” Caro has to take it easy for awhile due to the fact that the doctor has put her on restricted activities until she gives birth to our triplets. The three witches plus one, Nicole, Jenna, Alice and the plus one who is Ches’s wife, have really proven to be true besties.


 She told me that she has two years to have any more babies because at age 50, she is done. We would like to have at least 7 so that means after these 3 are born, we will need to get busy right away. The doctor said that she is as healthy as a horse and we could have as many as we can afford. I don’t think that will be a problem as we are on our way to amassing a quarter of a billion dollar fortune.


Caro has opened her own publishing company which is very successful. She wanted to use our   name so she named it Hunter’s Publishing House, Inc. It is on the same property that our health and wellness center is. She has been able to boast the fact that she has 5 bestselling writers. She is still the amazing wife that she has always been and now I can say what an amazing mother she is.

I still have my limp although very slight. I had taken my own advice and was able to stretch my muscles to their maximum which enabled me to walk 90% better. The guitar lessons that I took have proven to be beneficial in more ways than one. Learning to play has improved the mobility in my arm and hand and I am able to play well enough that I serenade our dinner guests. I have even had an offer to go on tour with a band. Leave Caro and these babies? Yea, right! I really like having my family jewels intact and I am really not in love with the song, “Twist and Shout”.


After making sure that all staff  is set for the balance of the afternoon, evening and the night shift, I pick up the boys from the Hunter’s Way Child Care Facility and head for home. I am so glad that I don’t need that hashish shit anymore. I stay so busy that there is really no need for it. I think back to when I started my own therapy for those horrible nightmares that I used to have. I was so impressed with my therapist and how he helped me not to have them anymore, I brought him on board as my head therapist who teaches some of my other staff in his method.


“Hi honey, hi Sebastian, hi Chester. Did all three of my loves have a good day today?” We all said in unison, “Yes, mommy.” We laughed and were all shooed to get washed up for dinner. After dinner, the boys rid the table and carried the dishes into the kitchen for our live-in housekeeper to load up and finish with the cleaning chores. Even though we had help in the housekeeping department, we still wanted to teach the guys that they had to help as well.


After family time, which tonight was sitting around the outdoor fire pit and telling our made up stories, it was time for them to go to bed. We tucked them in, kissed them good night and retired to our room. Caro seemed to be a bit more tired than usual. I asked her if she was feeling okay. She didn’t answer but gave me a familiar look. Oh my, Caro, is it time? As though on cue, she let out a moan and grabbed herself as if she was supporting her belly and said in an almost yell, “It’s time.  Get me the hell to the hospital. NOW.”


I jumped up, yelled at Mrs, Walker on our way out, that we were headed to the hospital and to please call the hospital and let them know to be expecting us and to give the nannies a call in the morning and have them be prepared to move in with us. Arrangements had already been made for this day so it was just a matter of letting them know that it was time.

By the time we get to the hospital, Caro is yelling that “The babies are coming….hurry, please, Oooooh, hurry, they are coming.” She had to be in labor for longer than she thought. The attendant met us at the ER door, got her on a stretcher and was out of there before I had time to kiss her. They wheeled her into the closest treatment room where the ER doctor was all gloved up, ready to give her a pelvic exam. He took one look and yelled, “Get her to the delivery room, STAT! She’s crowning. Let’s move it people. Call Dr. Judson and tell him that we are not going to have time to wait for him but he should get here ASAP”.


I’m thinking, how in the world is this happening so fast? The two boys took their good ole time but these three mean business. They want out and want out now. I’m walking, half running as fast as I can to keep up with the stretcher but they try to let the elevator doors close on me. I scream, “Like hell. We are in this together.” The ER doctor said “let him in, I am not about to fight with this man. He has that look. Mrs. Hunter, I hope you don’t mind.” All poor Caro could do was moan and groan. “Okay, Caro. No more I spit out. This is it.” Caro gives me a look like a wild bear protecting her cubs and yells at me, “My decision! I’m the one going through this and if I want more babies, then damn it, I will have them. Got it?”


“Oh, Caro. I just don’t want you to go through this pain again. That’s all I meant.” I know what you meant, Sebastian but we are going to have two more. That’s it…OHOOOO, one of them is coming. The doctor took his “baby delivering stance” and said it’s here. He grabs the baby by its head while the nurses grab a blanket from under the stretcher to wrap the baby in until they can get her to the delivery room. The doctor says, one down, two to go. Hold on Mrs. Hunter, you are doing fine. It’s a girl. Dad, you doing okay?”  “I’m an ex-marine who served in Afghanistan. Do I really have to answer that question?” The doctor chuckles. “Just asking, the ER doctor says.  I don’t have time to treat a fainting father.” I had to laugh at that. The elevator stops and they rush her out. The doctor asks me if I am going in the delivery room with her. I tell him yes.   Dr. Judson is almost running as he enters the delivery room.  The first thing that they do is to cut the cord and start the process of taking care of our newest child. I look at our daughter and tell Caro that she is just beautiful. Sweat is running down Caro’s face like someone poured a bucket of water on her. She has quieted down some and looks up at me. Damn, I love this woman. “Good job, baby”, I tell her. Dr. Judson is all scrubbed and tells the ER doctor, “Thanks, John. I’ll take it from here. How is she doing?” The ER doctor tells him that she is a warrior and doing great.



Dr Judson asks her if she wants an epidural. She tells him “No, thank you. I can do this. If I got through the birth our daughter naturally, I should be able to squeeze out the other two.” He looks at me, smiles and says, you have a strong woman here.” I beam with pride and tell him, “I know.” 


 “Doctor, here comes another one, the nurse bellows.”  “Okay, get ready troups. Here it is. Mr. Hunter, you have another girl.” Oh, wow, I think. I’m wondering if we are going to have all girls. I really don’t give a flyin’ leap. Just so they are healthy. Just as I am assessing the situation, the doctor says to me, “Okay, Mr. ex-marine, incoming. Here he is. A boy this time.” Caro, says, “Thank God. Are you sure he is the last one?” Everyone started laughing. “Caro, my love, we have 3 boys and 2 girls and they are all just beautiful.”


They take the babies, clean them up, weigh them and hand all of them to their mother, the two girls in one arm and the little boy in the other arm. All of a sudden, I feel warm tears streaming down my face. I am happier than I have been in my entire life. I have a big family who I love so much and who will all love me. What did I do to deserve this? And think, we are going to have 2 more. We have already named the babies. Elizabeth, Mildred, Shirley and Mitchell.  


The doctor brings me back from wherever I was and tells me that all of the babies are healthy and weigh enough to be able to go home when my wife is discharged. I look at Caro and ask her how she feels but she is out like a light. I gently take the babies, one at a time, give them three kisses each on their forehead, and hand them to the nurse. I ask them where they are taking my wife after I kiss her 3 times. After they give me the room number, I go to the waiting room to start making the calls.


When my wife wakes up at 8:30 in the morning, she has all three babies in the room with her and I have had Mrs. Walker bring the boys up to see their mother and their siblings. Caro takes one look around, motions the boys to come closer to her bedside, gives them a hug, kisses them and tells them that they are going to have to help take care of the babies because we are going to have at least two more and everybody is going to have to learn how to help. I think as I see my family, this is the true meaning of what love is all about.


I look at my Caro, smile and say, “Whatever you say, Mrs. Hunter. Whatever you say.”

Christian’s reunion of sorts Part 2

 All of these characters belong to ELJames. I have borrowed them for the purpose of carrying on the saga of Christian and Ana and the rest of the clan who we have fallen so in love with,however, the ideas and the introduction of the new individuals are strictly mine and are subjected to copywrite laws. Enjoy!


 As we get closer to the action, I begin to get a funny feeling on the back of my neck. I have been hanging around Taylor far too much. There seems to be an aire of familiarity to this man they have apprehended. Taylor asks the security detail, “Who the hell is this?” Adam, the largest of the 4 “henchmen”, states that he won’t give his name. He just says that it is important that he speaks with Mr. Grey and nobody is going to make him talk, even if they beat the shit out of him, which I think they were about to do.


I walk closer to this person who reeks of urine and I just can’t seem to take my eyes of off him. My brain starts to research frantically. All of a sudden, like a bolt of lightning from the sky, it hits me. It can’t be. Oh yes it is. I look at Adam and with all the calm that I can muster, I instruct him to uncuff him and release him. Taylor just glares at me and utters  “Sir?” I tell him that it is okay, we can take it from here. I thank the 4 man security detail and tell them that they are free to leave. I tell them that I know this person and Taylor and I “have this”. I thank them for their excellent work and tell them they can expect a bonus for being so on top of things and acting in such a professional manner.


Taylor asks me if I mind telling him what is going on and his words are just barely audible as I am seriously considering asking Taylor for his piece, knowing that I can’t waste this bastard as badly as I want to. The man looks me directly in my eyes and says quietly, “Mr. Grey, I tried to get in touch with you because it was so important that I speak to you.  25 years ago, I was arrested, charged with 2 felonies and sent to prison for running a prostitution ring and holding prostitutes against their will….just as I did you and your mother. While I was incarcerated, I   found the Lord. I now have cancer for which there is no cure. It is just too far advanced. I want to beg your forgiveness for the pain that I inflicted upon you and your mother, Ella. Even though I am begging for your forgiveness, I really don’t expect it. I’m sure, even after all of this time that the pain is still there. While I was in the joint, believe me, I was made to pay dearly for all of the pain that I caused Ella, you and all of the other women and their children. The inmates treated me as their whore and they had their way with me. Thank God that I only have to live with that nightmare for about 6 more months, unlike you who will have to endure your pain for a lifetime. Mr. Grey, I am sorry. From the bottom of my heart, I am sorry.” I did some investigating and found out that Ella was buried here in Seattle. I just felt that even though she couldn’t hear me, I just had to try to make my peace with her although it was really me trying to make amends within me so that I could die in peace. When I saw the huge angel protecting her and she with her arms around you doing the same, I just knew that I had to find you and at least make the attempt to apologize.


I listened to this sorry bastard and when he finally shut up, I just looked at him and asked more in a statement than a question, “Oh, I’m Mr. Grey now, huh? Not the “little fuckin’ bastard” which was your favorite name for me? Why? Why did you take my mother from me? Why did you torture me? I was just a little kid. What on earth did I ever do to you? You tried to starve me to death and wouldn’t so much as leave us a crust of bread.” I lifted up my sweatshirt, exposing all of the burn scares from so many years ago. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t reduce your 6 month life on this earth to within the next 2 minutes. Do you see what I have to live with for the rest of my life? Look at me, you pathetic bastard. You were the cause of every sleepless night that ended up being damn near every night until just recently.”


 His eyes leave my scars and again, looks at me as the tears start running down his face. His sobs came and I can hear Taylor state emphatically, “I knew it, you sadistic son of a bitch. If Mr. Grey won’t kill your ass, take another breath so I will have reason to.” “Taylor”, I say. “Don’t! He is not worth it.” I look at the pimp and tell him what a pathetic creature he is. “May God have mercy on your soul that is bound to storm the gates of hell.” By this time, I feel the hot, scalding tears make tracks down my face as all of the mistreatment of all of the 4 years of my little life come at me like hell’s hounds out of Hades. Taylor grabs a hold of me as I sink to the ground and the sobs rack my body uncontrollably. There, in the middle of the sidewalk, in one of Seattle’s back streets, are three grown men, two sobbing and Taylor, not even trying to hold back his tears. Taylor is the first one to compose himself and he just holds me until my sobs cease. I hear what sounds like someone praying quietly. I look up and it is the pimp, on his knees, hands clasped together in prayer and looking up to the heaven. The sick bastard is praying. “Let’s go Taylor”. Taylor braces me as I get up and we start to walk away.


The pimp says through his hoarse, cracked voice, “Please, Mr. Grey, wait. I was taught a skill in the joint that they paid me for.” He hands me an envelope and says that he wants to donate what he has saved for the last 25 years to Dr. Grey’s abused children charity, Coping something and I can’t think of the rest of it but you know.”


All I can do is stare at him. Taylor reaches and takes the envelope because I can’t, I just can’t. Taylor asks the pimp where he is staying.  “I will see to it that Dr. Grey gets this and I am sure she will want to send you a thank you”. The pimp says “It is not necessary. My thanks is that she gave Christian all of the love that I couldn’t. I stayed in a drunken and drug induced stupor all of the time and didn’t realize that I was even in this world. That is why I did so many of the horrific things that I did. It’s only $5 thousand dollars but you don’t get paid much in the Michigan St. prison system. Just let her know that it is coming from my heart for the work that she is doing. Hopefully, it will keep another child from going through the torment that I put little Christian through. Christian, if you can ever find it in your heart, please forgive me”, and with that he turns and walks away with his hands stuffed in his pockets and his head down.  


I watch him as he walks away, totally dejected. It is then that I realize that I must forgive him so that I can finally put this last demon to rest and start to heal myself. Yes, I forgive him. I call out to him, “Mr. Daa”, I start to say. “Hey, hold up. What is your name anyway? I never knew you by anything but ‘Mr. Daddy, sir.” The pimp turns around and tells me that his name is Simon Schmidt. “Well go, die in peace, Simon. I forgive you! And thank you for the donation to ‘Coping Together’. I accept this on behalf of my family.”

 The chains are broken and I am finally set free. The last demon from my past is truly put to rest. The pimp mumbles through fresh tears, “Thank you, Mr. Grey, sir. Thank you.”


As I walk away, I feel as though the weight of the world has been lifted off of my shoulders. I turn to Taylor and say, “Wanna race?” and we take off like scalded dogs. I feel like jumping, shouting and taking Ana to bed all at the same time. I also have this tremendous urge to see my mom, dad, brother and sister. I call Andrea and tell her to call the aforementioned family members and tell them that we are having dinner at our place tonight and I will not take no for an answer. I will call Kate and Ethan later. I then tell Andrea that she should go back to sleep and since I woke her so early, she can come in 2 hours later.


As we enter the foyer, I start bellowing for Mrs. Jones. She comes hustling out of the kitchen, thinking something is wrong. “Mr. Grey, what is wrong?” She glances over at Taylor who has his face twisted to keep from laughing out loud. “Will someone please tell me what is wrong?” Ana hears all of the commotion and asks in a not to calm voice, “What is going on out here? Is everything okay?” I grab my wife and swing her around and tell her that everything is just fine and that we are having the family over for dinner tonight.” I turn to Mrs. Jones and ask her if she can cook a big feast by 6 p.m. “My family is coming over and I want all of the stops pulled out. I want the good china and crystal and the silverware with everything set all proper. If you need help, pull someone or two from the church staff who wants to make some extra money. Pay is double. And I would like a crown rib roast.” She looks at me like I have totally lost my mind and then she turns to Ana and gives her a questioning look and all poor Ana can do is shrug her shoulders as if to say in answer to a not asked question, “Hell if I know”.


As our guests are preparing to leave, I say to my family, “Something really strange happened today and it made me realize how much that I love you all so very much. Mom, Dad. I can’t begin to thank you for what you have done for not only me, but for my brother and sister as well. “Taylor, I believe you have something for my dear mother?” Taylor hands mom the envelope that the pimp gave to him. I explain to them what had happened early this morning and as usual, mom starts her happy cry and poor dad is put in the position of comforting her once again, only this time, I get to her before he does and I wrap my arms around her and just hold her while she gets her crying out. Gail comes in and stands by Taylor and she, too, is crying as is Ana and Mia. Dad gathers Ana and Mia and gives them each his one arm bear hug.


After everyone has settled down, we say our good-byes. Taylor heads to his office to make sure everyone gets to their vehicles safely. I tell Ana that I will be right back and I go into Taylor’s office. I call his name and he turns around with a “Sir?”. Thanks Taylor, for just being there for me as you always are. I truly appreciate you! “He responds with a “Just doing my job, sir. Good night”. Did he just dismiss me? I believe he did, the bastard. I should serve him his balls on a silver platter, just to remind him that I am the one who does the dismissing around here. I have to laugh as I make my way back to Ana and lead her into our bedroom.


We chat for a minute or two before we climb into bed. She tells me a joke that she heard at work today and after we both enjoy a good laugh, I say to her, “It’s been a good day, Anastasia.  It’s been a good day. We cuddle with each other and then we say good night the only way we know how.




This is a continuation of J.Harvey Berrick’s books, The Education of Caroline and The Education of Sebestian. I loved them so much that I felt I wanted to take them just a bit further. I borrowed most of the characters from Ms. Harvey Berrick’s novels, however, the idea and the new characters are strickly mine. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did. Here I present to you, both Caroline’s and Sebestian’s POV.Caroline
As I am preparing to meet with my publisher, I am thinking how far my husband has progressed on his long road to recovery. He has an easier time mellowing out now. Sometimes, I think he mellows out too much. I push the thought of him accepting the offer of hash from his friends, to the far corners of the back of my mind. I think to myself that he would never do that, seeing how the effects of alcohol and Lord knows what all, affected his parents, especially now that we are expecting our first child.

There is no doubt in my mind that Sebastian is going to be the best father ever. His parents taught him how and my talk of my own mother. The true example, however, (whom he did have the opportunity to bond with when he was just 8 years old), would be my loving father. Of course, I think that he has a natural ability as well.

I just wish that he could find something to do that would satisfy the urge in him to be able to contribute to society. I know that he misses the U.S. Marines. Being a marine gave him a sense of accomplishment as well as utilizing his brilliant brain and constantly keeping it active. Maybe, when I think that the time is right, I will broach the subject.

“See you later, tesoro. After my meeting with my publisher, Nicole, Jenna , Alice and I are going to meet for a quick lunch and then to the mall. Jenna is dying to buy a new wardrobe and begged us to come with her.” “Have fun, baby. You deserve some down time and I can’t think of better people to spend it with than the three witches. Just don’t get too tired. Remember, you are now two.” He winks and blows me a kiss. Damn I love that man. I just wish he could do something other than sit and watch the water.

Whew. I didn’t think my beautiful, sexy, sex addicted wife would ever leave. Little does she know that I have a filled afternoon as well. Not 10 minutes after she leaves, does my first appointment show up. Mr. Anderson of Anderson Driving School is here to do a bit of rehab driving training. He knows that I can drive, but as I explained to him, I am not real comfortable getting under the wheel of a vehicle with my leg being injured to the degree that it was. I need to see how it goes, make the determination whether I will need to have my pedals adjusted, have a special device installed for the steering wheel, or find out if I will even be able to drive at all. I want to be able to drive my wife and child and I want this to be a total surprise to her. Who knows, first the car and then the bike, maybe? We shall see.
After my try-out, I am feeling on top of the world. It is as though I have never missed a beat from behind the wheel. I won’t need any adjustments to the pedal because on these newer automobiles, they are manufactured with the pedals that automatically adjust with the touch of a bbutton. Same with the steering wheel and the steering column as well. I am good to go, Mrs. Hunter. I shake hands with Jeb Anderson and thank him for all of his help. No need to retake a test or to even have my license renewed. I just need to get a Handicapped Parking Tag so that I can park close to where I am going and if things work out, I shouldn’t even need that for long.

I get out of the car and limp up to the house and it might be my imagination, but it seems as though my limp is not as pronounced as it was earlier. Yeah, I’m wishful thinking again. Keep on Hunter. You will get there.

I get home just in time to heat the soup, get the sandwich and macaroni salad out of the fridge that Caro left for me, as well as the big hunk of chocolate cake. Damn, she must think that I can really put the food away, which I do in record time. My wife is amazing.

Just as I am finishing lunch, the doorbell rings. I hurry to the door so that she won’t have to ring the second time, open it and introduce myself to our Realtor who Caro doesn’t know a thing about….yet! “Hi, I’m Sebestian Hunter.” “Hi, Mr. Hunter! I’m Penny Coakley from Yevol Realty.” “Yes, Ms. Coakley. Come on in. As I explained to you, my wife is not here and I know that this is strange, however, I want this to be a complete surprise to her. I motion to the chair in our small living room and ask her to take a seat. I explain to her what it is that I am looking for and she says that it will not be a problem.

We discuss the financing end of what I need and she, again states that it would not be a problem. She informs me that from the information that I provided her over the phone, I am eligible for around $75,000 in VA benefits and with the money that I have saved up, I will only need around $100,000 of the money that Liz left to Caro.

She asks me if I am ready to go property hunting. On the way over, she explains that she accidently ran across the perfect setting for what I want. I listened as she describes it to me.

It sets on over 1 ½ acres of land with a view of the ocean. Sounds perfect. Let’s go see it. As soon as I see it, I make the decision that there is no need to waste Anna Coakley’s time any further. This is it. I tell her to take me to her office so that we can write it up.
I am home just in time to beat Caro. I am so excited that I can barely contain myself. She starts to busy herself in the kitchen and I tell her that we have something too important to wait to discuss. She gets a worried look on her face and I tell her that this is happy news. She immediately relaxes.

I asked her how her shopping spree went and she starts bubbling about what a wonderful time they had and she in turn asked me how mine went. I mirror exactly what she said to me about “a wonderful time” and she just stares at me. “You had a wonderful time watching the water?” “I guess you could say that, Caro.

I then tell her about the property that we bought. She lets loose with ton of questions, “What are you talking about? Where is the property? What are you going to do with it? How much did it cost? Why didn’t you talk to me about it?”

I start laughing and ask her which one of her questions does she want me to answer first? She looks at me and says, “I don’t care, just start talking and it better be good!”

Sorry for the “cliffhanger” but I think you will like the ending.

Be sure to come back for more of Sebestian and Caroline as well as Christian and Ana in just a couple of days.



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The reason for this request is that I want to respond back to your comments and I am not sure that you are getting them.

Thanks to all of you who send me such positive comments.


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