Norman sat on his bed with the money all splayed out across the duvet, the feeling of self satisfaction in his heart was immense as he looked over at Xavier and said "Holy fuck! Never in all my years have I ever seen this much money at one time!" a beaming smile came across Norman's face, his eyes as big as saucers.
"What should we buy first?" Xavier asked, just as pleased with himself as Norman.
"I have a pretty good idea." Norman said as he sat up straight reaching for the telephone.
This is how their adventure, and life long friendship began. It started with a phone call to East End Cars out on Bethnal Green Road. Norman hired a car and a driver who hastened to get Norman and Xavier out of their tiny hotel room at the Old City Inn off Mare Street and out to Chelsea, where they made a long stop at Harvey Nichols, on Knights Bridge and Sloane, where the two spent the next three hours getting fitted for fine suits and lots of shopping. The two giddy men spent about 2,000 pounds in the Pret-a-Porter collection of several well known designers, along with purchasing several pairs of shoes, cologne, etc... and a visit to the Salon for hot shaves, hair cuts, well in Norman's case, a clean shave for his bald head; which the young woman rubbed warm aromatic oil into after the shaving processes, gently massaging his scalp causing Norman to became deeply relaxed and aroused by the treatment. Now after a calming manicure Xavier convinced Norman to have a pedicure, as he himself a Polo player used to take very good care of his feet, and so with a bit of coaxing Norman put his feet in the warm tub of water and allowed the process to continue. Norman sat back in the plush comfortable chair, wrapped up in a white terrycloth robe, the emblem of Harvey Nichols embroidered on the robe in gold thread. Then two beautiful young ladies, with low cut blouses took each of his feet in there small strong hands spending the next thirty minutes massaging all the tension and stress out of his body by way of his feet. This was the best day of Norman's life, he had never been so happy and relaxed. Norman was even more ecstatic because he still had over 13,000 pounds of his own money left over. Norman looked over at Xavier who had his eyes closed as he sat back in his chair relaxing as one of the young lovelies finished buffing his nails.
"So then, it's good we taught those girls a lesson." Norman gave a knowing smile as Xavier laughed a little.
"What will their parents think of them now?" Xavier said as he pictured in his mind the girls waking up this afternoon to find the two strangers they picked up, gone, along with their mother's car, and most of her jewelry. Xavier and Norman only laughed at the two stupid girls misfortune, for though they were lovely creatures and well practiced in the bedroom, they were young, 17 and 18, and rich and foolish, it was their own fault the Fates had frowned upon them. So the two clever, cunning friends enjoyed every bit of the relaxation, comfort and style the ill gotten gains would bring them. However, Norman and Xavier had a good idea how to invest this money wisely, but as for 5 o'clock, on this cold November Saturday in Chelsea 1977 Norman and Xavier had nothing to do but relax and enjoy their day.
After a long day of shopping, spa treatments and massages their driver took them over to King's Row where the two checked into the executive suite at the Sheraton Park Tower hotel. Norman and Xavier paid cash, of course, and had a bottle of champagne and some caviar sent up to their luxurious two room suite. Surrounded by all their shopping bags full of clothes the two sat looking out the window at the fabulous view of Hyde Park; which was covered in a light dusting of snow. The two friends smiled together, overjoyed by the small delights the ill gotten fortune and all that it meant to them. Xavier, no longer begging his mother for money and able to regain a bit of his wealthy lifestyle. Poor, working class Norman, who never even had a chance to live like this, if even for a day. Yet Norman had plans for the rest of the money because he wanted more out of life than what he had scraped out for himself. Norman wanted a nice car, a nice home, his own shop, a bigger better work van, money in the bank, and everything that the good life had to offer. Norman knew full well all this opportunity was afforded to him only by his friendship with Xavier, who was handsome and intelligent, from a wealthy family, athletic etc... all the girls loved him and all the boys wanted to be like him. This young, Latin, 19 year old kid owed his life to Norman, whom had saved Xavier from the beating of a lifetime. This was the incident that served as the glue that bonded Xavier and Norman together in friendship. Now, even as the two men stood looking out the window, that cold day in November, Norman had a deep feeling he would be friends with the handsome Argentine as long as he lived. However, our poor Norman could have no idea what the future would bring.
"What should we buy first?" Xavier asked, just as pleased with himself as Norman.
"I have a pretty good idea." Norman said as he sat up straight reaching for the telephone.
This is how their adventure, and life long friendship began. It started with a phone call to East End Cars out on Bethnal Green Road. Norman hired a car and a driver who hastened to get Norman and Xavier out of their tiny hotel room at the Old City Inn off Mare Street and out to Chelsea, where they made a long stop at Harvey Nichols, on Knights Bridge and Sloane, where the two spent the next three hours getting fitted for fine suits and lots of shopping. The two giddy men spent about 2,000 pounds in the Pret-a-Porter collection of several well known designers, along with purchasing several pairs of shoes, cologne, etc... and a visit to the Salon for hot shaves, hair cuts, well in Norman's case, a clean shave for his bald head; which the young woman rubbed warm aromatic oil into after the shaving processes, gently massaging his scalp causing Norman to became deeply relaxed and aroused by the treatment. Now after a calming manicure Xavier convinced Norman to have a pedicure, as he himself a Polo player used to take very good care of his feet, and so with a bit of coaxing Norman put his feet in the warm tub of water and allowed the process to continue. Norman sat back in the plush comfortable chair, wrapped up in a white terrycloth robe, the emblem of Harvey Nichols embroidered on the robe in gold thread. Then two beautiful young ladies, with low cut blouses took each of his feet in there small strong hands spending the next thirty minutes massaging all the tension and stress out of his body by way of his feet. This was the best day of Norman's life, he had never been so happy and relaxed. Norman was even more ecstatic because he still had over 13,000 pounds of his own money left over. Norman looked over at Xavier who had his eyes closed as he sat back in his chair relaxing as one of the young lovelies finished buffing his nails.
"So then, it's good we taught those girls a lesson." Norman gave a knowing smile as Xavier laughed a little.
"What will their parents think of them now?" Xavier said as he pictured in his mind the girls waking up this afternoon to find the two strangers they picked up, gone, along with their mother's car, and most of her jewelry. Xavier and Norman only laughed at the two stupid girls misfortune, for though they were lovely creatures and well practiced in the bedroom, they were young, 17 and 18, and rich and foolish, it was their own fault the Fates had frowned upon them. So the two clever, cunning friends enjoyed every bit of the relaxation, comfort and style the ill gotten gains would bring them. However, Norman and Xavier had a good idea how to invest this money wisely, but as for 5 o'clock, on this cold November Saturday in Chelsea 1977 Norman and Xavier had nothing to do but relax and enjoy their day.
After a long day of shopping, spa treatments and massages their driver took them over to King's Row where the two checked into the executive suite at the Sheraton Park Tower hotel. Norman and Xavier paid cash, of course, and had a bottle of champagne and some caviar sent up to their luxurious two room suite. Surrounded by all their shopping bags full of clothes the two sat looking out the window at the fabulous view of Hyde Park; which was covered in a light dusting of snow. The two friends smiled together, overjoyed by the small delights the ill gotten fortune and all that it meant to them. Xavier, no longer begging his mother for money and able to regain a bit of his wealthy lifestyle. Poor, working class Norman, who never even had a chance to live like this, if even for a day. Yet Norman had plans for the rest of the money because he wanted more out of life than what he had scraped out for himself. Norman wanted a nice car, a nice home, his own shop, a bigger better work van, money in the bank, and everything that the good life had to offer. Norman knew full well all this opportunity was afforded to him only by his friendship with Xavier, who was handsome and intelligent, from a wealthy family, athletic etc... all the girls loved him and all the boys wanted to be like him. This young, Latin, 19 year old kid owed his life to Norman, whom had saved Xavier from the beating of a lifetime. This was the incident that served as the glue that bonded Xavier and Norman together in friendship. Now, even as the two men stood looking out the window, that cold day in November, Norman had a deep feeling he would be friends with the handsome Argentine as long as he lived. However, our poor Norman could have no idea what the future would bring.
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