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.That seemed years ago.A few seconds of laughter wasall Richard had salvaged from the whole morning.The area above ground, once Richard reached it, was nowfilled with people arriving for the shift change.Thank God,there had been no more time, or Richard would haveregretted it.He wasn't the kind of man capable of derivingany long-lasting satisfaction from sex with a man who didn'tlove him.Richard was intelligent, practical, and rational.He enjoyedhis control of his life.He didn't appreciate the chinksChristopher exposed in Richard's armor.It had been a longand tough struggle to reach Richard's present independence;he wasn't turning over one small segment of hard-won victoryto a man who saw Richard as one plaything in a longprocession of playthings.78 Tusksby William MalteseIf Richard's nights were painfully lonely, filled only withethereal fantasy, his dream lover didn't use and abuse him,tossing him aside when done.A dream Christopher was afigment of imagination, but he was a more substantial afriend, confidant, and a lover than his flesh-and-bloodcounterpart could ever be.Richard was far better off with the flesh-and-bloodChristopher out of his life.Christopher didn't even deservethe few hours Richard had given him.Richard had solved noproblems by coming.He'd only made new ones.Christopher was a product of his environment.Richard nolonger blamed him for what he was.Richard couldn't expectmore from a man raised in the shadow of a father who set sobad an example.Still, it pained Richard to see what the boyhad become.Christopher had once had such potential forbecoming a truly caring human being.It saddened Richard tothink Richard had somehow failed the Van Hoon heir.And Richard Kelley Westover wished Christopher Van Hoonwas created in Richard's image of how Christopher should be!Richard was daydreaming again.Daydreams were healthyonly when kept in perspective.The chances were good thatChristopher would have turned out no differently had Richardnever left Lionspride.There were constants in every family,passed from father to son.Vincent Van Hoon inherited hisgreed for profit from his father.Such motivation controlledthe Van Hoons.Christopher was too successful for it not to bepart of him, too.Company profits soared under his expertguidance, profits from gold and other South African minerals.79 Tusksby William MalteseSouth Africa's control of the free world's chromium andplatinum was almost total.As long as Christopher controlledvital natural resources, he held the trump cards.It wasludicrous for Richard to try winning a hand.Money wouldn'tcease pouring into Van Hoon coffers because the host ofAnimal Kingdoms in the Wild got up on his soapbox andbemoaned the extinction of the quagga and the bluebuck, thethreatened extinction of the elephant.The Van Hoons weren't totally to blame, Christopheradmitted.He was mistaken if he tried making them the soleculprits.Oh, Vincent Van Hoon contributed to the early deathof Richard's father.That provided sufficient fodder to feedRichard's bitterness.But the death of Richard's father andwhat led up to it were part of a far bigger picture in whichcountless Vincents and countless Van Hoon Afrikaner Mineralsplayed their roles.Richard and Christopher never had had a chance.Richard took a cab back to his hotel.He paid the driver;the doorman opened the taxi door.Richard's legs hardlysupported his weight.He hoped a hot bath would help, andmaybe some food.He hadn't eaten all day.Christopher had offered pâté de fois gras, chicken in aspic,asparagus, caviar, champagne.He wanted Richard's body inreturn.Richard wasn't that desperately hungry!Richard went through the revolving door and headedacross the lobby to the elevators.There was no need todetour at the front desk.His room key was in his pocket.Christopher had chosen a chair purposely situated behind apillar, clandestinely waiting to intercept."Are you going to80 Tusksby William Maltesewalk by without at least saying hello?" he asked.The familiarsound of his voice stopped Richard in his tracks, but hequickly started walking again."Richard! Please wait!"Christopher was up and after.Whatever Christopher's invisible hold on Richard, it wasunholy a connecting web of memories, past and present,good and bad.Did he know that? How could he? Maybe hesensed it as a hunter senses a weakness in its prey."I'mtired," Richard said but stopped anyway.He facedChristopher, prepared for Christopher's look of repentance.Christopher was a consummate actor.He should be on thestage.He was wasting his talents on Richard or was he?"Sit down for a moment.please," Christopher said.Hedropped to a small couch, patting the empty space besidehim.Will you walk into my parlor? said the spider to the fly.Richard took a chair across from him.It was either sit orfall.He was emotionally drained.Christopher knew that; hewas used to taking advantage."We have nothing to say,"Richard said wearily."We said it all.We said more thanenough.""I'm afraid you've been left with less than a goodimpression of me," Christopher said.What unmitigated nerve it took for Christopher to be thereat all! "That, I'm afraid, is a gross understatement," Richardsaid, gazing over Christopher's head.Looking directly at himwas painful.Christopher's eyes were too seductive.On awhole, Christopher was too disarming [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]
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.That seemed years ago.A few seconds of laughter wasall Richard had salvaged from the whole morning.The area above ground, once Richard reached it, was nowfilled with people arriving for the shift change.Thank God,there had been no more time, or Richard would haveregretted it.He wasn't the kind of man capable of derivingany long-lasting satisfaction from sex with a man who didn'tlove him.Richard was intelligent, practical, and rational.He enjoyedhis control of his life.He didn't appreciate the chinksChristopher exposed in Richard's armor.It had been a longand tough struggle to reach Richard's present independence;he wasn't turning over one small segment of hard-won victoryto a man who saw Richard as one plaything in a longprocession of playthings.78 Tusksby William MalteseIf Richard's nights were painfully lonely, filled only withethereal fantasy, his dream lover didn't use and abuse him,tossing him aside when done.A dream Christopher was afigment of imagination, but he was a more substantial afriend, confidant, and a lover than his flesh-and-bloodcounterpart could ever be.Richard was far better off with the flesh-and-bloodChristopher out of his life.Christopher didn't even deservethe few hours Richard had given him.Richard had solved noproblems by coming.He'd only made new ones.Christopher was a product of his environment.Richard nolonger blamed him for what he was.Richard couldn't expectmore from a man raised in the shadow of a father who set sobad an example.Still, it pained Richard to see what the boyhad become.Christopher had once had such potential forbecoming a truly caring human being.It saddened Richard tothink Richard had somehow failed the Van Hoon heir.And Richard Kelley Westover wished Christopher Van Hoonwas created in Richard's image of how Christopher should be!Richard was daydreaming again.Daydreams were healthyonly when kept in perspective.The chances were good thatChristopher would have turned out no differently had Richardnever left Lionspride.There were constants in every family,passed from father to son.Vincent Van Hoon inherited hisgreed for profit from his father.Such motivation controlledthe Van Hoons.Christopher was too successful for it not to bepart of him, too.Company profits soared under his expertguidance, profits from gold and other South African minerals.79 Tusksby William MalteseSouth Africa's control of the free world's chromium andplatinum was almost total.As long as Christopher controlledvital natural resources, he held the trump cards.It wasludicrous for Richard to try winning a hand.Money wouldn'tcease pouring into Van Hoon coffers because the host ofAnimal Kingdoms in the Wild got up on his soapbox andbemoaned the extinction of the quagga and the bluebuck, thethreatened extinction of the elephant.The Van Hoons weren't totally to blame, Christopheradmitted.He was mistaken if he tried making them the soleculprits.Oh, Vincent Van Hoon contributed to the early deathof Richard's father.That provided sufficient fodder to feedRichard's bitterness.But the death of Richard's father andwhat led up to it were part of a far bigger picture in whichcountless Vincents and countless Van Hoon Afrikaner Mineralsplayed their roles.Richard and Christopher never had had a chance.Richard took a cab back to his hotel.He paid the driver;the doorman opened the taxi door.Richard's legs hardlysupported his weight.He hoped a hot bath would help, andmaybe some food.He hadn't eaten all day.Christopher had offered pâté de fois gras, chicken in aspic,asparagus, caviar, champagne.He wanted Richard's body inreturn.Richard wasn't that desperately hungry!Richard went through the revolving door and headedacross the lobby to the elevators.There was no need todetour at the front desk.His room key was in his pocket.Christopher had chosen a chair purposely situated behind apillar, clandestinely waiting to intercept."Are you going to80 Tusksby William Maltesewalk by without at least saying hello?" he asked.The familiarsound of his voice stopped Richard in his tracks, but hequickly started walking again."Richard! Please wait!"Christopher was up and after.Whatever Christopher's invisible hold on Richard, it wasunholy a connecting web of memories, past and present,good and bad.Did he know that? How could he? Maybe hesensed it as a hunter senses a weakness in its prey."I'mtired," Richard said but stopped anyway.He facedChristopher, prepared for Christopher's look of repentance.Christopher was a consummate actor.He should be on thestage.He was wasting his talents on Richard or was he?"Sit down for a moment.please," Christopher said.Hedropped to a small couch, patting the empty space besidehim.Will you walk into my parlor? said the spider to the fly.Richard took a chair across from him.It was either sit orfall.He was emotionally drained.Christopher knew that; hewas used to taking advantage."We have nothing to say,"Richard said wearily."We said it all.We said more thanenough.""I'm afraid you've been left with less than a goodimpression of me," Christopher said.What unmitigated nerve it took for Christopher to be thereat all! "That, I'm afraid, is a gross understatement," Richardsaid, gazing over Christopher's head.Looking directly at himwas painful.Christopher's eyes were too seductive.On awhole, Christopher was too disarming [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]