Roskov, Book 10, page 18
Frieda came a second time, her pussy muscles clenching my cock, but as great as this was for me there was no chance of coming a second time. But I kept going because it was so enjoyable, the tingling sensation in my cock.
I woke at 5am in a grey half-light, and I registered a stiff cock, maybe from a need to pee. Rita was in front of me now, my cock resting against her arse cheeks, so I used my hand to lift a leg and slip inside her, and I found Rita to be moist.
She woke to find my cock inside her, and it took a few seconds for her to realise that she was not dreaming, soon a moan heard as I got faster and faster, a hand on a boob, and I gently bit into her neck.
Four minutes of hard work, Rita moaning and then clamping down on my cock, and I came, surprising myself; I normally found it hard to finish a wake-up shag.
Rita slumped, I slumped, the bedding pulled up a little since it was a bit chill, and we drifted back off to sleep with my cock still inside and twitching. And the sheets would definitely need changing.
Winding down
In the morning, after a lengthy breakfast, I walked the gardens with the twins, others out for a walk as well, the grounds extensive, a stream with fish found. Up on a ridge we found Kudulov’s mausoleum and stopped to examine it, as well as the small apartment that he liked to stay in.
Midday, and we set out in minibuses with a police escort, but today it was a discrete police escort, an unmarked car.
Past the airport we pulled into a valley that was now being hacked up, areas on the left and right now being large muddy gouges in the soil, diggers and cranes stood ready, but up the valley we could see the landscaping and the new road layout branching.
This would, someday soon, be a retirement village. Over our right shoulders, on the slope facing the ocean at the start of the valley, was the muddy building site of Ross’s first nursing home, foundations taking shape, piles being dug and filled with cement.
Stood here looking up the valley, it seemed like a massive undertaking, a huge area to cover with nursing homes and gardens. It was a little daunting.
Back in the vans, our next call was our holiday village, the two apartment blocks now taking shape, a grey concrete shape, and behind us we could see the lido buildings and the deep concrete hole that would someday be a large swimming pool.
The promenade was mostly done, and we drove closer to it. Down from the vans in a stiff cool breeze, we all peered left and right at the long promenade, the land behind it now being landscaped and already looking better than before.
Across the promenade, we walked to new metal railings, the beach below presented to us, and it had been cleaned up to a high standard, just that last night the tide had brought in wood and flotsam.
Back in the minibuses, we drove up the valley, snaking up a zig-zag road to my Sunrise Villa, which was more advanced than I would have thought, concrete walls in place, a pool dug.
We had halted next to the site, no one about at the moment, and down from the minibuses we appreciated the view in both directions, but we did so in a stiff breeze.
From our lofty vantage point I pointed out to the contessa the branching road system, the small villas under construction, and muddy holes had been dug for the first four larger villas up the valley, one being for Claudia’s father.
The contessa would build one further up, and Isabela was keen to have a villa here.
Back in the vans, we traversed the muddy holes, ponds and streams having been dug, trees planted already, areas cleared, and the small bushes had all gone, so too the old sheep wire fences.
At the hotel we stepped down, Michelle coming out to greet us, and soon going all soppy at the sight of the baby. Inside, we ordered warm drinks and some food, guests in the main villa surprised to see us.
After our cups of tea and coffee had been drunk, and with the ladies in coats or jackets, we walked down past the pool and to the new yacht-in-a-hole, finding that it was occupied with a crazy bunch of Parisian investment managers on a golfing and fishing trip.
The men were all in their forties, and they explained how they took trips without their wives to crazy places around the world, including to an ice hotel. They had spent two nights in the cave rooms, and now they were in the yacht for five days – and loving it.
I led the contessa and Isabela to the rock pool, and they stared in at the large fish seen. At the opposite end of the long rock pool we could see the visiting marine-biology students attending the small square pools, our endangered sea horses thriving.
Walking back up, the male long-horn goat wandered towards us, but when close to it I noticed that its horns were rounded on the top; it would not injure anyone if it got annoyed with our guests. The pool boys explained that the female was in a hut near the horses, two kids born – both of them devoid of any long horns yet.
Katerina made funny noises at the goat, and more funny noises at a young horse; she wanted a ride it seemed. Ross’s two kids loved the horse and they knew how to ride already. They also grabbed a few tame rabbits to hold.
Back up in the main villa we grabbed the function room, and I explained to Isabela and the contessa how they could pay to build villas in the holiday village and then rent them out, the hotel handling everything - room sales, cleaning and room repairs.
As we were getting ready to leave a man appeared with Michelle, old and grey.
Michelle explained, ‘Claude here visited before, looking to chat to us - he has many bars in the city, and he would like one here. He wants to build a large bar and café opposite the new lido, with bands playing most nights in the summer.’
‘Indoor bands, not too noisy?’ I asked.
‘Yes, not an outdoor concert or anything like that.’
‘Have the architect allocate him a square of land. He pays to build it, we’ll take no rent; it will keep the guests happy. And we can supply him booze at great prices.’
She translated, and Claude was happy; he would start work soon. Isabela spoke to him, and she knew his bars in the city. Despite the man being old, his bars were aimed at middle-aged crowds, age range thirty to forty - not like the drunken young crowds as in the north.
Carter stepped in with my parents. ‘You staying out of trouble?’ he complained.
‘If you weren’t fat and lazy I’d have some bloody protection.’
‘I can get permission here, concealed weapon. I’m doing the paperwork now, letter from London, and I’m registered for bodyguard work and security - rules here are lax compared to London. Then I can shoot the idiots.’
I explained what had happened to my worried parents, my mother then going all soppy over Katerina Mary.
My father keenly explained, ‘Roof goes on the new house this week, then they decorate, then we move the furniture in, but two days from now we fly, so … stay out of trouble, eh.’
‘What could go wrong, eh?’ I teased.
Back in the main villa, I stepped to Michelle. ‘I bought an apartment for you, twenty-seven grand plus fees, should be ready soon. I’ll get them to send photos.
‘My estate agent lady will rent it out for you, all automatic, you don’t need to visit or anything. So you’ll get rental income and some capital gains, and I just started a big programme of house buying in Leicester, so that will force prices up.’
‘May wedding, here, June is hot. Do you … have a list of who you want to invite?’ She sounded worried.
‘I will have, but mostly it would be the same crowd from Berlin, my birthday bash people - without President Clinton’s team. Plus Isabela, who will be involved in most everything from now on.’
‘Her family is super rich, Dave knows them.’
‘An American doctor may visit with his family, name of Naval.’
‘Naval?’
‘As in US Navy. Give him a free room, he’ll work for us on the nursing homes.’
‘Everyone in Corsica is talking about them, many people doing the courses.’
‘We took over a company, yes, to train people to be carers,’ I told her.
‘Dave knows people building apartments, ready for the staff.’
‘We are as well, back up towards the airport.’
The new warehouse
On the way back we diverted to the warehouse, expecting to find a building site, but instead we found a huge magnolia metal-sheet warehouse, forty feet high and three hundred yards wide.
Inside, we found an area the size of four soccer pitches, but on a base of smooth flat concrete. A man in a hard hat rushed to us and shook my hand, one of the builders from the holiday village.
He led us to the front, a breezeblock shop and offices being created, but there would also be offices built inside the structure itself. The floor would be covered in a hard-wearing type of rubber paint, designed to stop people slipping, and then the shelves would arrive.
I told him, ‘We’ll have pharmacy drugs here, so create an area, say 10% of the floor space, and make it very secure, with cameras for the medicines, smaller shelves. Some will need to be refrigerated I think.
‘We’ll store three months’ supply for fifty thousand people, so … it will be a lot of drugs in boxes.’
‘We make some plans,’ he assured me.
‘As soon as this place is ready we’ll start to buy things to store here. We’ll recruit a warehouse manager.’
‘Lars has been recruiting, yes, the men start soon.’
‘What about hot air blowers?’ I asked.
‘They come soon, they stand in corner and are electric, very simple. And there will be wind turbine on roof for electric.’
‘You’ll make an internal road system?’ I asked.
‘Yes, a good one, not like Paris!’
I smiled. ‘An efficient one, for the forklift trucks. Security guards?’
‘Six men, and they carry the pistol, and we have cameras. Two men always here.’
‘A theft of the medicines will cost us,’ I warned. ‘There could be morphine.’
‘We can put metal cage wall, camera will see inside.’
‘You know what a hospital bed looks like?’
‘Oui.’
‘There will a thousand stored here soon.’
‘Many beds, but we have the size.’
‘Tables and chairs for the nursing homes will be here, but they will be used quickly, so we need space, but the main stores area must be separate.
‘There’ll be the regular deliveries, then things that come once a year, so we need several areas here. And we have a new expert in supply chains, an American doctor.’
‘Doctor?’ he puzzled.
‘For the medicines, but stock is stock, eh, boxes are boxes. I may send him to you soon to look around and make some plans.’
Outside, I called the number I had for Chuck Naval, and he would visit the huge magnolia metal erection tomorrow. I sent Lars a text message, the phone number of Chuck, for them to meet when Lars was here – and to plan a warehouse layout.
As we drove off, Lars messaged me back; he was due here tomorrow.
Back at the main house we all had a rest and a shower, and at 8pm the party started again, Dave and Michelle arriving with Carter and my parents, the prefect and his wife invited around.
The prefect’s wife went all soppy over Katerina, so I took the prefect outside, the gardens lit up. ‘Am I in trouble with the man I killed?’
‘No, fuck him, we make sure there are no charges. Filthy Mafia. You heard what happened today?’
‘No?’ I puzzled.
‘The Mafia in Genoa, fifteen men found dead today.’
‘Ah, some … divine retribution.’
‘They say that the main Rome Mafia group did it, a warning to others. But maybe they had a score to settle and this was an excuse.’
I nodded. ‘That would be more like it. Have you seen the new warehouse?’
‘Yes, very big. You will fill it?’
‘A thousand hospital beds will come soon, followed by a thousand tables and chairs.’
‘Ah, you will need the space, yes. And you will sell to local people?’
‘Yes, there’ll be a shop, discounted prices. But we discussed yesterday creating a franchise of pharmacies here, to get prices down.’
His eyebrows went up. ‘That will help. My father pays fifty Euro a week for his medicine, and in Paris it is thirty Euro!’
‘Here it will be ten Euro soon, don’t worry. But we will want licenses -’
‘You get anything you need, don’t worry. And I see this training for care ladies, now every lady here wants to get a job as carer.’
‘We’ll need thousands of them,’ I told him.
‘We don’t have so many, but the wives sat at home now want jobs, they need the money.’
‘If we can find local people first to employ … that’s what we’ll do,’ I told him, and he nodded as we inspected the ornate gardens. ‘Your government sent ships to Belfast for me, so here I will help them.’
‘Ah, they do swap with you.’ Again he nodded.
‘Next summer should be busy for the island, new hotels and new nursing homes, more visitors. But look for me at extra aircraft from Sweden and Germany, direct, I’ll pay some towards them. Two flights a week.’
‘I will mention it. From May?’
‘Yes, around that time, older people to fly, not kids. But where do the boats to Mandoch leave from?’
‘Some from the airport or city, some from the nearest village, Corteon, there is a concrete harbour. You can drive to there, and then get a boat, just ten minutes in the boat.’
‘And the drilling machine?’ I asked.
‘It is all going quickly, they say, no collapse of the rocks. We make the roads in the valley now.’
‘Did you get money from Paris?’
He shot me a look. ‘When we mention you they send the money, which is unheard of and impossible normally. If they take a year … this is fast. For you they take two days.’
‘I promised to build many nursing homes in Paris, for a hundred thousand old people.’
‘Ah, this will get their attention, yes, a big mess in Paris with these places.’
‘A big mess in Britain as well, I would not put a dog in those places.’
He nodded. ‘I want to die in my bed at home.’
‘Wait till you see the first nursing home, you’ll want to move in straight away. Like a five star hotel it is.’
‘I will visit, yes.’
‘You … will open it for us, a big ceremony.’
He shrugged. ‘If you wish.’
‘And maybe invite a few ministers from Paris, so that they see what I’m doing for them. We can get a long-horn goat to chase them.’
He laughed. ‘Now some at your hotel they say.’
‘The female had kids, two. Don’t tell anyone, but we kidnapped them from Mandoch Valley.’
He smiled. ‘Now not so many goats there. I camp there as a kid, but we see no goats, and we swim in the water and climb with ropes.’
‘Row-bair de Castillion is now interested in joining us to build villas.’
‘His family is maybe the oldest family here.’
‘He was nearly killed…’
The prefect shrugged. ‘He gives the evidence against the Mafia.’
‘They hide-out here?’ I asked.
‘Yes, better than Sardinia, they don’t get noticed so much in with the tourists.’
‘Then maybe I can do something, rewards offered. We can send them back to Italy.’
‘There are maybe ten here, some wanted, some gave evidence and hide here.’
‘Offer half a million Euro for information leading to an arrest of a wanted man, and I’ll send you the money.’
‘OK, we do that, we put the fox in with the chickens. And when they see the newspapers … they go someplace else.’
‘Don’t forget my license to run a cemetery in the retirement valley.’
‘We issue the license quick, don’t worry. And now the people here will cross the road to avoid you.’
‘Why?’ I puzzled.
‘You killed that Mafia man so easily, even the police are shocked.’
‘I had training, for the movies.’
‘Ah. But still, they call you James Bond now.’
‘Trust me, I’ve been called worse.’
He laughed as we returned to the house.
At bedtime is was Rita’s turn somehow, so the morning sex did not count - somehow.
I lay a naked and surprised Rita on a polished wooden table top, soon thrusting in as I held her knees up, and I was working harder and faster than normal, no complaints coming from Rita.
She came a moment before me, and I let out a loud moan myself, Frieda laughing behind us and suggesting that we must have the TV on in future.
Easing Rita up and off the table, I realised that the polished wood would need some work now, Rita embarrassed yet giggling when she saw an outline of herself on the table, the polish rubbed out.
I told her, ‘The polish they use is no good for sweaty people.’
‘We complain,’ she joked.
Mandoch Valley
In the morning, a quick trip to the coast revealed a calm enough ocean, so we mounted the mini-buses; my parents in no way wanted a boat ride to Mandoch, or a car ride, so they would not be coming.
Carter met us at Corteon with another hotel guard, our three boats sat ready and awaiting us. The concrete jetty meant that we could get across to the boats easily enough, but we carefully man-handled the contessa across.
Isabela was hanging with us, and Jacqueline wanted to come along, the two of them now like sisters. Ross admitted to sea sickness as we set off, his wife and two kids behind us, the kids loving it.
With the kids shrieking we sped out and then turned, a five-minute high speed ride, and we landed first at a new wooden jetty near the bridge. Out from the boats, life vests left behind, we were greeted by an ugly construction site, several wooden huts now here, many builders seen walking around.
The bridge now had extra metal supports, there was a tarmac roundabout that was missing the tarmac - it was concrete at the moment, a concrete road heading to the back of the beach, another road heading inland towards the new tunnel.
