"Paul, it's good to see you." He said as he met me
at the door to his private study and shook my
hand. Standing before me, PJ looked
uncomfortable and unsettled. I took notice of it
because I'd never seen him that way before.
Shoving his hands deeply into his pockets, he
rocked back on his heels and then smiled a
crooked smile and said, "I'm happy you came to
see me about this, and frankly, I've been
anticipating this conversation for some time."
I was talking to Patty's father, the famous business
tycoon, PJ Wallingford.
I'd asked Patty to marry me four times in the last
year. Each time, she reiterated the fact that she
loved me with all her heart, but despite everything
I said and did, she always turned me down saying
she wasn't ready to get married. For some time, I'd
suspected there was some unknown factor keeping
her from saying 'Yes', but I couldn't figure out what
it was. I asked her once if she wanted to break up,
but she swore to me that I meant everything to
her. Thoroughly confused about Patty and our
situation, I finally decided to talk with her Dad to
see if he could help me understand what was
going on.
I wasn't sure where to start, so I began the
conversation with Patty's father by telling him I
was in love with his daughter. "I know you are,
son," he answered, "and I know she loves you, too.
I'm very happy for the both of you."
I went on to tell him how I'd proposed to Patty
four times and how she said "No" four times.
"I know, Paul." PJ said to me. "And each time you
asked her, she came home to me and cried her
eyes out for hours. The last time it happened, I
had to cancel a business trip to stay home with her
because she was so distraught." PJ leaned forward
and looked at me, adding, "She's afraid you're
going to give up and quit asking, you know. That's
why I'm glad you finally called me."
"Sir," I continued, "I don't know what to do about
her. I don't know if it's something I'm doing, or
something I'm not doing..... I don't know if it has
something to do with inheritance or social status,
or what! All I know is that I love your daughter and
I'm almost to the point where I'm about ready to
kidnap her and hold her hostage at gun point until
she says "Yes".
PJ started laughing. It's a good thing, too, because
I'm sure in any other context, someone saying they
might kidnap his daughter would bring down the
wrath of hell on them. One thing I'd learned in the
last eighteen months was that Patty was definitely
a Daddy's Girl.
"Well, let me set your mind at ease about a few
things, Paul," he answered, "her reluctance to say
"Yes" doesn't mean she doesn't want to marry you,
I can assure you of that, and I hope you believe it.
And it has nothing to do with inheritance, social
status or anything you're doing right or wrong. I
know my daughter - and I know she loves you.
She's been in love with you almost since your first
date."
"Then, can you tell me how I can convince her to
marry me?" I finally blurted out.
"Yes, Paul, I probably can." He answered. Then
after thinking a few seconds, continued, "But,
that's a whole different conversation than what
we're having right now."
I was confused. How could it be a different
conversation? I was sitting here talking to him
about why Patty wouldn't marry me. It was simple
enough, I though. I'm asking why -- all he has to do
is answer.
"PJ," I replied, "I'm confused now. I thought you
said you could help me out with Patty."
"Let me put it another way," PJ answered, "I can
help you understand why she won't say 'Yes', but
that's going to be a tough conversation to have. It
will be a long one, too..... and difficult for both of
us, I'm afraid."
He paused for a minute and added, "During that
conversation, you'll probably get angry, and you'll
probably feel hurt. You might feel betrayed and
you'll most likely run out of here and never want
to see Patricia again. And you should know, there
could be consequences to that conversation, son....
you need to clearly understand that."
PJ got up out of his chair and stood behind his
desk. "Look, Paul," he said, "if I just scared the
crap out of you, I apologize. We can forget the
whole thing if you like. You're free to get up and
walk out of here and I won't think any less of you."
I stood up and walked to the edge of his desk.
"Sir," I replied, "I came here today to find out what
I need to do to get Patty to marry me. That's my
only focus right now and I'm not going to rest until
I find out what that is. There's nothing more
important to me, and there's no force on Earth
that can divert me from that."
I paused for a moment and looked at him. "Sir,
uh.... PJ," I said as I took a deep breath, "look, you
probably don't understand. I would do or give
anything to marry your daughter. If the
conversation you referred to will put me on the
path to get Patty to say "Yes", then by all means -
let's have it. She is the most important thing in my
life, PJ. I don't care about anything else."
He shrugged his shoulders and sat down in his
chair. Crossing his arms over his chest, a satisfied
grin appeared on his face as he said, "You know, I
really think you mean that."
"I do." I answered.
"Paul, listen to me carefully." He warned. "You've
convinced me that it's time for you and I to have
this talk. But, before we do, I'm going to need
some assurances that you'll never disclose
anything we talk about in any way, shape or form,
other than with Patricia and myself."
"You have my word on that, Sir." I promised him.
"Well, don't take offense to this, but I need a little
more assurance than that." He opened one of his
desk drawers and pulled out a large envelope.
"I've had this in my drawer since the day after you
asked Patricia to marry you the first time." He said.
"I've been waiting..... uh, well..... actually hoping,
for this day to come so I could hand it to you."
Continuing, he said, "What I want you to do is read
what's in here. Once you read everything and
understand exactly what you read, you'll have to
sign them. When you've done that, we can have
that talk. And at the end of that discussion, you'll
understand everything clearly."
I reached out to take the envelope, but he pulled it
back and added, "Son, make sure you read this
carefully. I'll give you an hour or so to look it over
and then I'll answer any questions you have about
it. Paul, if your quest is as urgent as you've led me
to believe it is, this is where you begin."
He handed me the envelope and told me to make
myself comfortable at his desk. "I'll have some
things brought in for you while you read," PJ said,
"and I'll come back in about an hour to see how
you're doing. Don't rush, Paul, take as much time
as you need."
With that, PJ left the room and I was left alone in
his study.
The quiet in the room was almost deafening. I
couldn't hear one audible sound besides my own
breathing. Since he told me to sit at his desk, that's
exactly what I did. I'd been in this room before
with Patty many times to see him, but now that I
was sitting in his chair behind his desk, a sense of
humility came over me. I had to wonder how
many business deals and how many millions of
dollars had been made at this desk.
I held the envelope in my hands and thought
about the words he used. There was a bit of
mystery here and some intrigue, too. For sure,
there was a secret somewhere and I figured it was
a pretty big one. But, I loved Patty and I was willing
to play just about any game to make her mine. As I
was about to open the envelope, a knock came
from the door. When I looked up, Patty poked her
head in and smiled at me.
"Daddy asked me to bring you some things. May I
come in?" She asked.
"Well, of course." I answered. "It's your house!"
Patty came in pushing a cart that had some cold
drinks and a few office supplies -- things like
highlighters, pens and pencils. But what really
caught my eye was the outfit Patty was wearing. On
top, she wore a tight white halter which was
noticeably too small. It clearly showed the outline
of her tiny breasts and her nipples, which were
poking out through the material of her shirt. I set
the unopened envelope down and leaned back in
PJ's chair so I could simply admire my angel.
On the bottom, she had on a pair of tight white
short shorts that she knew I loved. They hugged
her petite body like a glove, especially at her
crotch and around her little butt, plus they were
thin enough I could easily make out the tiny pink
bikini panties she wore underneath. She knew her
outfit would get my attention because she'd worn
it many times before. Every time I saw her in it, my
penis went into instant boner-overload mode.
She pushed the cart next to the desk and slipped
behind me and leaned down to kiss my neck.
Seeing that I hadn't opened the envelope yet, she
asked, "Aren't you going to open it?"
"Uh huh," I answered, nodding my head up and
down, "I was about to, but you've kind of
distracted me now. Damn, Patty," I said, "I can't
believe you wear that in front of your father. Your
nipples are really poking out."
My comment made Patty giggle and she stepped
around to the side of the chair. "Oh, am I making
you jealous?" She asked, pushing right up next to
me. Her nipples were almost even with my mouth
and I could have leaned over and bitten one - she
was that close.
She reached down to my lap and pressed the palm
of her hand against my crotch. "Oh, my! You
Naughty Boy!" She exclaimed.
I had to smile. She'd given me that nick name,
"Naughty Boy" the day we had our first date. It was
the most supreme day of my life: the day we had
our first kiss, the day I sniffed her panties for the
first time and first time I experienced one of her
glorious handjobs. Embarrassingly enough, it was
also the day she introduced me to exhibitionism....
and much more.
"Did I do that?" She asked innocently, referring to
the straining erection in my pants.
I moaned as she pressed her hand against my cock
and then finally giving in, I pushed the chair back
from the desk to give her more room. As soon as I
pushed back, though, she pulled her hand away.
"Daddy warned me not to bother you, but, uh, it
seems I already have." Patty whispered, leaning
over to rub her nose against mine. She placed her
hands on the side of my face and pulled us
together, kissing me tenderly on the lips. "Thanks
for coming to talk to Daddy today." Patty said. "I
was starting to worry you might never figure it out.
But you did, and you're here now, and I love you
so much for that."
Quietly, she turned to leave, stopping at the door
to wiggle her little butt at me. Then with a coy
glance over her shoulder, she left the room and I
was left alone again with the silence.
The envelope contained several documents
attached together. There was a broadly worded
Non-Disclosure Agreement as well as a very
thorough set of documents that effectively
transferred everything I owned into PJ's name in
return for a payment of $1. That included all my
personal belongings, real estate, investments and
100% of my business interests. The effective date
of the transfer would occur sometime in the
future, at a date which PJ would provide. The
agreement would stay in force for 99 years and
there was no revocation clause. In essence, once I
signed this, he could execute it at any time and he
would instantly own everything that was mine. This
is the kind of document no one in their right mind
would ever sign and it's the kind of a document my
lawyer would blow his top over.
I read every word on every page inside the
envelope. It was interesting how the forms were
already made up and how they contained my
formal name, including my middle name, along
with my ID numbers and other particulars I would
consider private and confidential. Whoever put all
this together had done their homework very well.
There was a lot of legal mumbo-jumbo, but I
understood exactly what the papers were saying.
After I'd read through it twice, the door opened
and PJ walked in and shut the door behind him.
"Any questions you want to ask me?" He asked.
"Well," I answered, "just one. But, first let me say
you've got me pegged wrong if you think any of the
material possessions I have is more important to
me than Patty is. So if you think you'd ever
leverage me away from her by executing this
agreement in some way, you're barking up the
wrong tree, Sir."
"Paul, that's not the intent of the document at all."
He replied, chuckling. "But I'm glad to see you'll
put my daughter above anything else in your life.
Why don't you ask your question and let me
answer it. Then I'll explain what the document is
for."
"If I sign these, will Patty agree to marry me?" I
asked.
"Good question, Paul." PJ said. "The direct answer
is "No", signing the papers will not let you walk out
of here able to marry Patricia. But, by signing it
you'll be able to take the first step to making that
happen. Said another way," he paused for
emphasis, "If you don't sign, there's no way the
two of you will ever marry."
That wasn't what I expected to hear and I had to
take a minute to think about it. "Paul, let me
explain how the documents would be used." PJ
pulled up a chair and sat directly in front of me.
"Son," he continued, "if you sign the documents,
I'll keep them in my lawyer's safe with strict
instructions that they would never be executed
unless you disclose any portion of the
conversation we need to have. Even if you decide
to walk away from Patricia after we talk, as long as
you keep your mouth shut, you're fine. But if we
ever find out you've disclosed or repeated even
one iota of what we talk about, we'll execute the
agreement and you'll be penniless and financially
ruined."
"So this is the reassurance you were speaking of
earlier?" I asked.
"Exactly." PJ replied.
"So if I sign this, we can have the discussion and I'll
have a chance to marry her. And if I don't sign, I'll
never have a chance. Did I get that right?" I asked.
"Right again." He replied.
"And as long as I keep quiet about the
conversation we need to have, I've got your word
you won't ever execute this agreement?" I
inquired, holding up the document.
"You've got it perfectly, Paul." PJ answered.
"Sir, your word is good enough for me." I said as I
signed the papers and then handed the bundle
over to him."
"Paul, I promise you've made the right decision."
PJ said as she stood and shook my hand. "So,
when would you like to talk?" He asked. "We can
do it now, or this evening, or tomorrow -- or
anytime you want. It might take a while, so we
should set aside some time when we won't be
interrupted."
"Perhaps," PJ said, as he stroked his chin, "maybe
you'd like to spend some time with Patricia here at
the house today. You're welcome to stay the
afternoon and have a early dinner here and we
can talk after that."
"That sounds good, PJ." I answered.
PJ motioned me to walk to the door with him, and
as we walked, he leaned over and whispered to
me, "I bet my little Patricia is standing on the other
side of that door with her ear pressed up against it
trying to listen to what we're saying. What do you
say we find out?"
He had a mischievous grin on his face, but I liked
his idea. If he was right, then I'd know she was
eager for me to sign the papers and have the talk
with her father.
I stood a few feet away while he slowly reached for
the door knob. Looking at me and smiling, he
yanked the door open and sure enough, Patty was
standing right there as if she'd been trying to
eavesdrop through the door.
Patty looked at me and then she stood up and put
her arms around her father's waist and said
"Sorry, Daddy. I couldn't help myself."
"I know you couldn't help yourself, Baby Girl," PJ
replied, "but you know spying isn't becoming of a
young girl. We'll deal with that later, though."
"Yes, Sir." Patty replied as her eyes lowered to the
floor.
"You'll be happy to know, though," PJ continued,
"that Paul signed the forms, so I've asked him to
stay for dinner and then he and I are going to have
our little talk after we eat."
Patty threw herself into his arms and hugged him
tightly. "Oh, thank you, Daddy." She exclaimed.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" As they
hugged, I watched the little shorts she was wearing
disappear up into her butt crack and the bottoms
of her butt cheeks pop out.
Then she ran to me and hugged me, too. "I knew
you'd sign it," Patty said, "I knew you wouldn't give
up." PJ eyes dropped to Patty's butt and I'm sure
he saw her cute little ass the same way I did.
Then as I held her, she got tears in her eyes and
laid her head down on my chest. "I'm so happy
right now." She said, sniffing a few tears back. Then
she lifted her head off my chest and reached out
for her father's hand, adding. "And it's because the
two men I love the most are right here."
NOTE: This is probably a good spot in my story for
me to explain some details, such as how I met
Patty and her father, and how we got to this point.
Don't worry, I'll eventually circle back to here.
I met Patty in a strange twist of circumstances at
the Washington Dulles airport one evening. We
were waiting to board the same flight and due to
an aircraft equipment change, some of the
passengers holding boarding passes weren't going
to get seats. I was one of the lucky ones, primarily
because I'd purchased a first class ticket. Many
weren't going to be so lucky, though.
I was sitting in the boarding area close to the agent
counter when the ticket agent called Patty's name
over the loudspeaker and told her she was going
to have to wait until the next flight. Trying not to be
nosey, I turned back to my magazine, but looked
up when I heard Patty begin to cry.
I overheard her tell the gate agent that she had to
get home quickly because her grandfather had
been taken to the hospital with a heart attack.
Unfortunately, the gate agent's hands were tied -
they were given a list of who would have seats on
the airplane and Patty's name wasn't on the
boarding list.
I felt so sorry for the young woman. I thought she
might be traveling alone -- maybe even her first
time flying. She was just a tiny thing, too, perhaps
five foot tall and a frame that matched. My heart
went out to her, and knowing I could easily delay
my plans, I walked up to the counter while Patty
stood there and told the agent she could have my
first class seat and I would wait for the next flight.
Initially, the gate agent told me the passenger lists
had already been determined, but I insisted that
the agent make the change.
Of course, Patty was speechless but I nodded to
her confidently as we waited for the gate agent to
make the changes and give her a boarding pass.
When the change was done, I told her to have a
good flight and wished her luck with her
grandfather.
As I returned to my seat in the gate area, Patty
came to thank me and sat down in the seat next to
me. As we talked, I discovered she'd just finished
up her studies in Georgetown and was worried sick
about her grandfather. I initially judged Patty's age
to be about 16 or 17 because she looked so young,
especially with that cute pony tail she was
whipping around. I was genuinely surprised when
she told me she was 23 and had just graduated
from college.
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