That cold and rainy Sunday night Xavier delighted in putting his new clothes and shoes, shirts, etc... away in his little closet. Then he took a nice hot shower afterwards as he slipped into his new black silk pajamas Xavier splashed on a little of his new French cologne, Givenchy III; which was new to the market. The fresh clean scent, with subtle notes of bergamot oil, the light citrus scent reminded him of the orange groves growing on his family's estate. Xavier curled up in his small bed securely satisfied with the knowledge he had over 12,000 English pounds or about $22,000 American. With this money safely hidden away Xavier spent the next few days studying hard for his final exams which were on Wednesday and Thursday just before his three week Winter Break. Being that Xavier Antonio de la Rosa Diaz was an extremely well educated young man with the mind of a financial genius Xavier, of course, passed with honors at the top of his class; which brought his mother great satisfaction serving to melt a bit of the bitterness she held in her heart for her only son.
So it was early that Friday morning, two weeks before Christmastime, Xavier called for a taxi to take him off campus and out to London where he visited a bank, a brokerage house and a travel agent. Xavier opened up a private account for his money, started a financial portfolio investing he and Norman's money in 150 shares of I.B.M., then he purchased a round trip ticket to Paris. Back on campus Xavier spent the night packing for his week long stay in SaintTropez. This was a most exciting adventure for the young lad to take, normally he had only ever traveled with his family, however, he was young, strong willed and adventurous, on the verge of turning twenty. There was only one place he wished to escape to, to get away from cold, grey London and that was along the long stretches of beaches on the south coast of France, the cote d'zur, with the warm sun on his face, with his toes in the sand, the endless blue Mediterranean lapping against the shore, as white sailed ships slipped by far off on the horizon, the sweet scent of coconut oil, and all the gorgeous topless women sunning themselves beside the ocean.
Here Xavier spent the week relaxing and enraptured by the French maidens who were more than hospitable to a handsome young stranger traveling through their country. This was a most exciting time for the Argentine and he got along well with many of the women as he spoke not only Spanish and English, but was also well versed in the French language as well. Xavier delighted in taking from his conquests all their charm and graciousness. Now we all know how quickly one week can go by as we enjoy ourselves, so too Xavier found himself, all too soon, back on a plane headed North to dreary, old, wintry, London. They only thing that served to lift his spirits was the knowledge he would be seeing his sisters soon, as they would be arriving in two days time up from Buenos Aires to visit him for Christmas.
So it was early that Friday morning, two weeks before Christmastime, Xavier called for a taxi to take him off campus and out to London where he visited a bank, a brokerage house and a travel agent. Xavier opened up a private account for his money, started a financial portfolio investing he and Norman's money in 150 shares of I.B.M., then he purchased a round trip ticket to Paris. Back on campus Xavier spent the night packing for his week long stay in SaintTropez. This was a most exciting adventure for the young lad to take, normally he had only ever traveled with his family, however, he was young, strong willed and adventurous, on the verge of turning twenty. There was only one place he wished to escape to, to get away from cold, grey London and that was along the long stretches of beaches on the south coast of France, the cote d'zur, with the warm sun on his face, with his toes in the sand, the endless blue Mediterranean lapping against the shore, as white sailed ships slipped by far off on the horizon, the sweet scent of coconut oil, and all the gorgeous topless women sunning themselves beside the ocean.
Here Xavier spent the week relaxing and enraptured by the French maidens who were more than hospitable to a handsome young stranger traveling through their country. This was a most exciting time for the Argentine and he got along well with many of the women as he spoke not only Spanish and English, but was also well versed in the French language as well. Xavier delighted in taking from his conquests all their charm and graciousness. Now we all know how quickly one week can go by as we enjoy ourselves, so too Xavier found himself, all too soon, back on a plane headed North to dreary, old, wintry, London. They only thing that served to lift his spirits was the knowledge he would be seeing his sisters soon, as they would be arriving in two days time up from Buenos Aires to visit him for Christmas.
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