"Hey," Norman said shaking his new found friend awake on the sofa. "Xavier, wake up, it's 10:00 o'clock in the morning. I've got a call to go on. Time to get you home." he said as the handsome, dark eyed young Latin man, awoke groggy and in pain. "How you feelin' mate?"
"Like I was run over by a car." Xavier said as he held his stomach as he sat up and tried to come alive, squinting his eyes from the morning light flooding in from the open windows.
"Yeah, they got you pretty good last night. Good thing I came along when I did." the big burly man, a few years his senior, said, here Xavier realized, now in the sober light of day, just how massive this Englishman was, broad shouldered, barrel chested, shaved head, tall as the doorway, give him a shield and a sword and he would have made a fine Spartan.
"Thank God you showed up when you did, Norman was it?" Xavier gave a smile with true thanks to God in his heart. "I believe I owe you my life." he said as Norman shook his head as Xavier promised himself he would repay this stranger one day for helping him.
"Nah! Nah! Think nothin' of it." Norman said shaking his head laughing recalling his part in the fight. "I thought you needed a hand, besides let's get you together and be on our way. I gotta get out to Soho, a shop owner lost his keys, so it's back to work for me." Norman gathered up Xavier's jacket and shirt as he laced up his Italian leather cap- toe shoes.
"Wait." Xavier paused "Where is your mother? I would like to thank her for her hospitality last night?"
"She's down to the Vicarage. Last Saturdays are for the church bake sale." Norman informed Xavier as they made their way slowly down to the work van. The pain in his abdominal wall made it difficult for Xavier to move at his normal pace. As the two young men made their way down together Xavier explained just who exactly those ruffians were last night. As they drove back to his campus Xavier further explained his recent trouble over the summer and fall, the polo match, the crippled player, his mother cutting him off, losing his car, apartment, lifestyle, etc...
Now Norman Pierce thought the story Xavier told was enthralling and depressing all at the same time. Both men lamented about their troubles with women. Norman told Xavier how Sheila had dumped him for a new executive she worked with. An older, richer, more educated man of means, "and he swept my little Shelia, his receptionist, right off her feet." Norman sighed as he waited at a red light. "I tell you this Xavier, I don't how the women in Argentina are, but here in England women here only care about two things in a man. 1. How big is his dick. 2. How big is his bank account."
Xavier rolled his eyes and gave a disgusted look saying "It's the same in Argentina." Xavier was reminded how his Lilly spurned his romantic love for her, as soon as his mother cut him off. Without the trappings of wealth the 18 year old, green eyed, blond, fresh faced model wanted nothing to do with him. So Xavier shared the sorrow of his heart with his very understanding new found friend, who was quite sympathetic. And strange it was, how they should meet and then form a real bond of friendship on the twenty or so minute drive back to the University. By the end of the short ride that is exactly what the two former strangers had become, Friends. Xavier was very glad to have such a formidable looking man on his side and as he turned to get out of the van he stopped and wished to show an expression of his appreciation to Norman Pierce. So he took out his wallet opening it up and he then slipped out four, one hundred pound notes handing over half of the money he had left, given to him by his sister Felina.
"I can't take your money, just for doing the right thing." Norman said trying to hand the money back to his friend.
"I insist! Go, take your mother out for a nice dinner, bring her some flowers, do something nice for that dear sweet lady." Xavier smiled as a warmth came to his heart as he thought of the kindness and care given to him freely by Norman's mother.
Norman smiled his grey eyes lighting up by Xavier's suggestion. "Alright mate. You win. Say," he paused slipping him one of his business cards "Here, if you ever need a free Locksmith, or you want to go grab a pint call this number. It's an answering service, they'll take your message and page me." Norman said as he pulled out a large square black device a little large than a pack of cigarettes; which he unhooked from his belt.
Xavier took the card, shook Norman's hand, then he climbed out of the old work van and stood on the sidewalk at the main entrance to the campus as he waved, watching Norman drive away. Xavier Antonio De La Rosa Diaz then walked back to his dorm room secure in the knowledge he was safe and still had 400 pounds of cold hard cash. Now, truthfully cash was the only thing Xavier really cared about. Money was Power. When Xavier was stripped away of his money and lifestyle he felt weak and unattractive, now with even this little bit, what would be a paltry sum to his mother, made Xavier feel better about himself as he walked a little taller, the warm sun on his face, a gentle autumn breeze rustling through red and yellow leaves of the trees as he made his way back to his tiny dorm room to have a nice long hot shower and go back to sleep.
"Like I was run over by a car." Xavier said as he held his stomach as he sat up and tried to come alive, squinting his eyes from the morning light flooding in from the open windows.
"Yeah, they got you pretty good last night. Good thing I came along when I did." the big burly man, a few years his senior, said, here Xavier realized, now in the sober light of day, just how massive this Englishman was, broad shouldered, barrel chested, shaved head, tall as the doorway, give him a shield and a sword and he would have made a fine Spartan.
"Thank God you showed up when you did, Norman was it?" Xavier gave a smile with true thanks to God in his heart. "I believe I owe you my life." he said as Norman shook his head as Xavier promised himself he would repay this stranger one day for helping him.
"Nah! Nah! Think nothin' of it." Norman said shaking his head laughing recalling his part in the fight. "I thought you needed a hand, besides let's get you together and be on our way. I gotta get out to Soho, a shop owner lost his keys, so it's back to work for me." Norman gathered up Xavier's jacket and shirt as he laced up his Italian leather cap- toe shoes.
"Wait." Xavier paused "Where is your mother? I would like to thank her for her hospitality last night?"
"She's down to the Vicarage. Last Saturdays are for the church bake sale." Norman informed Xavier as they made their way slowly down to the work van. The pain in his abdominal wall made it difficult for Xavier to move at his normal pace. As the two young men made their way down together Xavier explained just who exactly those ruffians were last night. As they drove back to his campus Xavier further explained his recent trouble over the summer and fall, the polo match, the crippled player, his mother cutting him off, losing his car, apartment, lifestyle, etc...
Now Norman Pierce thought the story Xavier told was enthralling and depressing all at the same time. Both men lamented about their troubles with women. Norman told Xavier how Sheila had dumped him for a new executive she worked with. An older, richer, more educated man of means, "and he swept my little Shelia, his receptionist, right off her feet." Norman sighed as he waited at a red light. "I tell you this Xavier, I don't how the women in Argentina are, but here in England women here only care about two things in a man. 1. How big is his dick. 2. How big is his bank account."
Xavier rolled his eyes and gave a disgusted look saying "It's the same in Argentina." Xavier was reminded how his Lilly spurned his romantic love for her, as soon as his mother cut him off. Without the trappings of wealth the 18 year old, green eyed, blond, fresh faced model wanted nothing to do with him. So Xavier shared the sorrow of his heart with his very understanding new found friend, who was quite sympathetic. And strange it was, how they should meet and then form a real bond of friendship on the twenty or so minute drive back to the University. By the end of the short ride that is exactly what the two former strangers had become, Friends. Xavier was very glad to have such a formidable looking man on his side and as he turned to get out of the van he stopped and wished to show an expression of his appreciation to Norman Pierce. So he took out his wallet opening it up and he then slipped out four, one hundred pound notes handing over half of the money he had left, given to him by his sister Felina.
"I can't take your money, just for doing the right thing." Norman said trying to hand the money back to his friend.
"I insist! Go, take your mother out for a nice dinner, bring her some flowers, do something nice for that dear sweet lady." Xavier smiled as a warmth came to his heart as he thought of the kindness and care given to him freely by Norman's mother.
Norman smiled his grey eyes lighting up by Xavier's suggestion. "Alright mate. You win. Say," he paused slipping him one of his business cards "Here, if you ever need a free Locksmith, or you want to go grab a pint call this number. It's an answering service, they'll take your message and page me." Norman said as he pulled out a large square black device a little large than a pack of cigarettes; which he unhooked from his belt.
Xavier took the card, shook Norman's hand, then he climbed out of the old work van and stood on the sidewalk at the main entrance to the campus as he waved, watching Norman drive away. Xavier Antonio De La Rosa Diaz then walked back to his dorm room secure in the knowledge he was safe and still had 400 pounds of cold hard cash. Now, truthfully cash was the only thing Xavier really cared about. Money was Power. When Xavier was stripped away of his money and lifestyle he felt weak and unattractive, now with even this little bit, what would be a paltry sum to his mother, made Xavier feel better about himself as he walked a little taller, the warm sun on his face, a gentle autumn breeze rustling through red and yellow leaves of the trees as he made his way back to his tiny dorm room to have a nice long hot shower and go back to sleep.
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