So, how do I know Karen? It’s pretty simple. Kurt and I shared business classes at the University. He already had an inherited fortune working for him when he was at college but he grew that immensely after he took complete charge of the company later on. I, on the other hand, was just a clever investment guy who didn’t want to kill himself in the cutthroat world of Wall Street trading, hedge funds, and the like. I did try that for a while, but I cashed out after a few years with a fairly sizeable nest egg, and retrenched to the life I have now as a day trader. I don’t really need to do it but I like to keep my hand in, so to speak.
The issue came up between Kurt and Karen that she needed a sex life of her own, Kurt being by then totally uninterested in having sex with Karen. However, neither of them wanted to have an publicity about Karen’s extra-marital dalliances spread about in the media.
Kurt trusted me and so did Karen. With Kurt’s blessing, Karen and I began our affair..well more than an affair…a true relationship. She was not demanding of me; she understood my penchant for having serial sex partners. She said that as long as I kept myself healthy, regular STD testing, she and I could have a lively sex life discreetly between us. Were we to be seen in public together, I would be known as a financial consultant and close friend of the family.
Our relationship has worked very well…better than very well. More than just being sexual partners, Karen and I are confidants–there isn’t anything she doesn’t know about me nor anything about her that she hasn’t told me. There is no financial incentive for either of us to maintain our friendship.
So, when I wound up at my wits end with the Zeta situation, it was Karen that stepped in–behind the scenes, so to speak–to cure things for me.
The only thing more important to Zeta than me, at the time, was her career. He prided herself for creating “Zeta” and clawing her way to a place of prominence in her career field. But, she wasn’t at the top. She was at the top in our city but hardly at a top that would be recognized nationally, let alone inter-nationally. That was her goal–top recognition in her field.
I did say, didn’t I, that Karen and Kurt had wealth and connections? I’m sure I did. Well, Karen consulted with Kurt, and established an endowment for a particular nationally famous theater company that had international chops as well. One of the conditions was that this theater company employ Zeta as a stage manager, at a world class salary to be paid out of the endowment, on a significant percentage of its productions. Of course, Zeta would need to relocate to that Major City which domiciled that theater company.
This was, in the parlance, the offer that Zeta could not refuse! Of course she grabbed it and was gone from my city, my presence, and my bedroom in less time than one could say “Fame”! It reminded me of the old cartoon characters who would zip out a frame that the only thing left of them was a cartoon hole in the air shaped like their body. That was how fast Zeta left town.
So, Kurt and Karen were the losers, at my expense? Hardly!
First, the Zeta problem was solved, a win for Karen on more than one level. She got rid of a pain in the ass for me and for herself. Think of how much better company I would be for Karen without Zeta on my mind. Plus, in Karen’s mind, she actually improved the quality of our theater company by eliminating an autocratic, incipient alcoholic! WIN!
Second, Kurt and Karen both won. Kurt’s company got a huge tax write off for the endowment and Kurt and Karen became known nationally as cultural benefactors of the first order. DOUBLE WIN!
I think you know how I came out on this. Karen, Deidre, and even Conchita were all still in my life and I was enjoying them, hopefully, as much as they were enjoying me.
Now, if you have some time, let me tell you about Dorinda…..
To Be Continued