He’ll take all this on. Got big ideas. Gonna turn it into some sort of theme park.”“Theme park, eh?” I say.Gordon nods. I have no way of knowi...g if he thinks the theme park is a good idea or not. He does not seem bitter, just unhappy. His eyes glisten as he looks up. He waves a stubby finger at the ceiling, as if to include the whole house.“Was here with the wife, but she’s gone now, poor dear. Twelve years.” He nods, drinks. “Been no one since her.”“Oh no,” I whisper.He shrugs.“Lucky to have. Then it was back to work. Back in D.C. the American Renaissance Institute came into being. Marty found a guy named Porter Boardman over at the Cato Institute who wanted to move up in the world and passed his name along to Bob Seaver. We had Bob sound him out on a few things and began funding things. The only people who knew what I was doing were Seaver and Marty, and we wanted it kept that way. The ARI was set up as a think tank devoted to ‘common sense’ ideas, somewhat libertarian, which was. He'd been gone for less than an hour when the court appointed bailiffs arrived to take all their furniture away for unpaid bills, she'd kept them at the door which you should do if those people ever call, and tried to phone him, his phone was switched off, she'd tried to ring the number of the woman that she found in the diary and discovered that there was no such number listed.That was when she discovered the note and also discovered that his clothes and all his equipment had gone too, while. She was strict and seemed very straight laced and never cussed. I had always felt she never thought about sex. Especially now that she was in her early sixties. When I hit puberty, I started having sex with girls my age and liked it. But I had always wondered what it would be like to fuck an older woman, married. I was not sure how to do that, I flirted with every older woman I met, including Ellie. My grand parents came to stay with us for a week or two. They do this often and most of the time.