Cabin In the Woods With a Surprise
Meet the cast of characters:
“Yeah, Babe, just like that, up and down, pull on my balls. You always know what I need.”
I hold Matt’s bobbing head with a hand on each side of his face, making sure he doesn’t remove his hot mouth from my raging cock.
“Matt, keep going but don’t make me come. I wanna save that for the shower.”
The thought of sex in the shower turns me on so much, I quickly shout, “Stop, stop, stop.”
Matt raises off and up and then quickly says, “Then get your ass out of the bed and in the shower.”
We scramble out of the bed and rush into the bathroom. Luckily, Carmen our housekeeper is not in the hallway and our boys are still in their room, maybe still sleeping.
I quickly turn the handle on the faucet to start the flow of the warm water and then pull Matt to me, chest against chest. The warmth of his body sends chills all over mine. I hug him tightly and kiss him with all the passion I can muster. Matt holds on tightly, arms wrapping around my neck, returning my kisses, as tongues duel for supremacy, a battle never won by either of us.
I break off the kiss and turn Matt around with his back to me. I slide my hard eight inches into his ass crack and pause to enjoy the warmth there engulfs my hard-on. This is always erotic, for me, in a special way.
I grab the lube bottle, always at the ready in the walk-in shower, and drizzle a generous amount down onto my cock, pushing it slightly inside, past the ring of muscle, but not making a full entry. Matt moans and growls slightly as I prepare to give him what we both crave every day at this time.
I apply a little pressure deep inside. The sensation is so intense, I feel like I can come with just a slightly faster movement. I hold Matt still to prevent firing my sperm projectiles too early. But he rides me fast and hard causing me to ask myself mentally, ‘how did I lose control of this fuck?’
“Matt, you’re gonna make me come.”
Matt replies breathlessly, “Isn’t that what this is about?”
I whimper and start to fuck him, matching his pushback until I feel that explosive feeling in my balls and then at the base of my cock.
“Motherfucker,” I scream much to loudly. My cock throbs telling Matt that I’m about to fill his guts with warm, thick cum.
Matt’s hole clamps down hard on my dick as he lets out a loud, “AARRGHHHH.” He comes without touching himself, like always. Even though he always comes from my fucking, my ego gets a huge jolt. ‘I made him come, he came for me and with me.’ In reality, I know he always plays a huge part in making our sex still great after all of these years. I love this man of mine more than I ever thought I could love anybody. He’s so fucking special.
Matt:
We gather at the breakfast bar with our boys. Marty and Bobby are excited about a few new discoveries, talking non-stop. Carmen our housekeeper arrives and the boys rush to greet her.
We hug the boys and wish them a good day as we rush out the door to our waiting ride. Carlos, leaning against the black SUV, moves to open the rear door for Bradley and me and we are quickly underway to the channel 13 TV building. Carlos tells us to expect a call from Mr. Tom about a winery but wouldn’t tells us more about this winery.
Pulling up to the entry checkpoint for security, ID badges are checked by the security guards. Inside security checks my briefcase and our backpacks and then Bradley and I head toward our respective offices to see what new challenges await us on this Monday morning.
On my desk is a note telling me to phone Mr. Tom.
“Mr. Tom;” I speak and we engage in small talk for a minute.
It seems Mr. Tom has now purchased a winery and wants Bradley and me to take a trip to the hill country to inspect the winery and make suggestions about how to improve the place. The plan is for us to get away early on Friday afternoon, fly by chopper, with our boys, to Mr. Tom’s cabin in the woods. On Saturday Carlos will drive us to the winery to meet the staff. Sunday we will be on our own time until Sunday afternoon when we will head back to Dallas. Mr. Tom says Carlos will brief us on details.
In the meantime, this week will be busy with rehearsals for the new Channel 13 morning show we will introduce next Monday. Four hours of local morning show beginning at 5:00 AM. The four hours will be live, no recorded segments or interviews. We don’t have the staff to do post-editing of recorded material, so if we do an interview, it will be done live, either in the studio or remotely using the interviewee’s home or work setup. There is also the option of making a temporary satellite connection with our satellite in a suitcase setup. This new morning program will be a major effort and it’s chancy but if it clicks it will boost the reputation of channel 13 and will better serve the Dallas-Fort Worth community.
The week is filled with the usual business and the time until Friday afternoon seems to pass more quickly than usual, but that can only be a perception on my part.
Friday afternoon at 2:00 PM Reception calls to tell us our ride to the airport is outside. The SUV has the logo of the helicopter operator on the side of the vehicle. The driver opens the rear door for us and we piled in. On the way to our house to pick up Marty and Bobby, the driver tells us the chopper ride will take less than two hours to reach the landing pad in the hill country where Carlos will be waiting to take us to Mr. Tom’s cabin.
The ride is reasonably smooth and the boys can hardly contain themselves since this is their first ride in the air. Bradley and I read and listen to music with an occasional interruption from Marty or Bobby. Bradley and I eventually notice the chopper pilot and nod our approval to each other. The pilot looks like a movie star character flying a rescue mission out of a remote hell hole.
At the landing site, waiting for us is our daily driver, Carlos. He greets us with a big smile and handshakes. He drives us to Mr. Tom’s isolated cabin. As we step out of the SUV, we marvel at how beautiful the cabin and surrounding grounds are. Carlos unlocks the entrance door to the cabin, hands me the key and extends his arm pointing us to the inside.
The interior is beautifully decorated with a huge fireplace for those chilly winter nights. Carlos gives us a tour with special attention given to the three upstairs bedrooms. This place is more beautiful than we could have imagined. Carlos says he will be staying in the guest cabin to the rear of the main building. We unpack a little, putting a few things away in the bedroom chest of drawers and then rush back downstairs. I go into the kitchen to see how well equipped it is. Bradley and I yell back and forth about our discoveries until Bradley soon gets very quiet.
I walk out into the main area and find Bradley sitting at the breakfast bar, tears running down his cheeks. I rush to him. “Bradley, what’s wrong.” He looks at me with red, wet eyes and says, “I found this on the bar.” He hands me some sort of document. I read it carefully, not believing what I am reading. I see a large envelope on the breakfast bar with Bradley’s name on it. The letter in my hand is from Mr. Tom.
‘Bradley, I will tell you that in all honestly, I did not expect from you what you and Matt have done for me, both personally and professionally, but I have misjudged you. I didn’t expect much from you. I thought you were just part of the package that came to me from channel 12. After all the wonderful things you have done for channel 13, I feel guilty about slighting you on the salary we are paying you, compared to what Matt is getting. I don’t know if this can make up for my error in judgement, but I have made you the new owner of this cabin and everything on the grounds surrounding the place. The property deed is included with your name on it. Thank you for your service and for all you will do in the future. You have a new salary more in matching your level of service to the channel 13 audience. You have done so much. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.’
I get tears in my eyes also. This is so unexpected and more than that, it is so generous and thoughtful. KNOCK, KNOCK. I open the front door and there stands Carlos with a huge grin on his face. “I see you have found Mr. Tom’s surprise. You guys deserve this. But, right now I’m off to the nearby butcher to get some steaks for a Texas-style BBQ to celebrate. With your permission I’ll take the boys with me and give you guys some private time.”
I return to Bradley at the breakfast bar where he sits going over all the paperwork from Mr. Tom. I wrap my arms around him, hugging him tightly and ask, “Are you happy with your gigantic gift?
He looks at me and says, “Matt, it’s too much. How can I accept this?”
“Bradley, your name is on the deed. You own all of this.”
“You know this is for you also.”
“Bradley, we share everything, but the gesture is made to you for Mr. Tom’s misjudging your talents and it is not much when one considers all the things you have done for his TV station. Know that you do deserve this. Fucking own it.”
We cuddle for a few minutes and then go upstairs to find toothbrushes, and other bedtime items for later.
Carlos and the boys finally return with a full meal: meat, salad, breads, beer and a couple of bottles of wine.
Bradley, Carlos and Marty take care of the BBQ while Bobby stays inside helping me with table settings to take outside.
The BBQ is finished and we eat to the point of stuffing ourselves. Marty and Bobby go to bed early after an unusually busy day for them. Carlos stays a while longer sharing a bottle of wine and then says he has something to take care of before bedtime and leaves Bradley and me alone under the stars.
“Matt, can you believe we can come up here to relax whenever our work schedule permits. I have dreamed of having such a cabin but never thought it possible because I know I can never afford such a getaway. But I still think this whole thing is really excessive.”
“Babe, accept this with the thought that you have gone above and beyond duty for Mr. Tom’s TV operation. You gave him an environment friendly traffic watch using drones instead of a helicopter. You have supervised your guys in preparing a manual on everything that involves the station’s remote broadcasting operations. You have created singing jingles, a news open and so many other AI products that have saved the station so much money. You deserve this for all you have done and will do in the future. Take it with gratitude.”
We slowly go back inside and get ready for bed. A hot shower and then in bed for cuddling and sex. The sex seems a little more exciting than usual.
“How does it feel to be in a strange bed in a strange place where you’re gonna get fucked like never before,” says Bradley.
“Bring it on. Bring it on.”
The sex begins with a lot of tenderness and love and gradually becomes more aggressive and more dominant. It drives me crazy with lust and love. We come together, me without touching myself, and Bradley repeatedly slamming his load deep into my guts. He is hotter than anytime in recent times. He now owns a cabin in the woods and is showing me that he owns me too. I surrender to him with all my mind, heart and body. We are both out of breath as we return to earth from that place where we go to ride volcanic orgasms.
The fresh air gives all of us so much energy we can’t sleep and are awake after only about five hours sleep. We go downstairs to find the boys fully awake. Bobby proudly says they didn’t sleep all night. I get the feeling hat the boys are overwhelmed with this new adventure.
I start making breakfast and tell Marty to go to the guest cabin, knock gently and if Carlos is awake invite him to have breakfast with us.
Marty:
I knock lightly on the guest cabin door and after no response I knock a little harder. Carlos opens the door and out of breath asks, “What do you guys need?”
“We’re OK, Carlos. Daddy Matt says you should come have breakfast with us.”
At that exact moment, a guy wearing only his boxers comes out of the bedroom and says, “Carlos, do you have to go somewhere?”
Carlos blushes a bright red as he looks toward the other guy.
I look at the second man and say, “Hi.”
Carlos gives me a bewildered glance, and says “This is Luis.”
I reach out and shake hands with Luis. He is damned cute. I think he must be Carlos’s boyfriend, although Luis could be just a good friend. But with one bedroom they must be sharing a bed. I remind myself not to make assumptions.
Carlos says breakfast sounds great and they’ll be there is five minutes.
I return to the main cabin and relay the message to daddy Matt.
“You have to prepare for two, since Luis will be joining us too,” I tell daddy Matt.
“No problem.”
Carlos and Luis arrive with Carlos seeming very nervous.
Bradley:
I shake hands with Luis and welcome him to our breakfast feast of waffles, toast, eggs, bacon and coffee. Matt offers his hand after he quickly washes breakfast preparation from his hand. There’s a lot of talk while we eat but nothing unusual about Luis, no probing questions.
Carlos offers to take the boys on a tour of the property to show them the lake and other treasures while Matt and I are looking over the winery. Carlos will drive us there and Luis will stay here with Marty and Bobby until Carlos returns.
On the drive to the winery, I ask about Luis. Do they work together, how long have they been friends? Carlos laughs out loud and says, “You guys disappoint me. I think your gaydar is not working so well today.”
Matt and I say in unison, “Oooohhhhhh.”
Carlos says, “We’ve been a couple for four years.”
Matt chuckles and says, “Carlos you have great tastes in men.”
Bradley offers, “You’d better be glad Matt and I don’t take other guys to bed or we’d steal him away from you.”
“If you do decide to take other guys to bed, I’d join in too, if only to get cucked by you two. I’ll take what I can get.”
The three of us have a big laugh.
As we drive up to the winery, we’re in for a surprise. The main building looks much better than expected. Very cozy looking.
The vintner comes out quickly to greet us. We shake hands and go inside.
Matt:
Bradley and I walk away from the winemaker boss so we can talk to each other without the boss hearing our every word. Now with a bit of privacy we tell each other our observations and briefly discuss them.
“Bradley, let’s ask the boss his ideas about things we don’t like.”
“Mr. Weingarten, we have a few questions.” He responds with, “I have no time right now, you’ll have to come back later.”
That response irritated the fuck out of me. “Mr. Weingarten, the new winery owner sent us here to spend time with you today. We have plans already for Sunday and we leave tomorrow afternoon to get back for work on Monday. So, if you have no time, Mr. Tom can get in touch with you to clarify things. We will give him our questions and he can record a conversation with you for later discussion with us. Thank you for taking a little time out of your busy schedule for us. Good luck.” We start to walk out when Schmidt calls out to us.
“What software do you use here to run this place?”
“I think we are running Windows XP,” Weingarten replied.
“But you’re not using any software product to aid in the wine processing?
He answers in the negative.
Bradley asks if Weingarten has German roots and he says his mother and father came to the US before his birth. His father ran the winery and made the wine.
I ask Weingarten what he thinks about winery tours and he says he doesn’t like all those people taking over the place and getting drunk.
Bradley asks if he has any interest in making wine from local resources other than grapes and the boss says he thinks those things are not real wine.
I think Mr. Weingarten has little chance of staying on to run the place now that it has been sold. He is not up-to-date on winery operations because software plays a big part in today’s wine making. Sensors monitor the fermentation process to take measurements of the wine to make subtle changes to rescue a batch or to improve the product.
A lot of money can be made if the winery is advertised to bring customers here for tasting and to spend money on merchandise.
The looks of the tasting room and other interior parts of the winery play an important part in making the wine tasting a pleasant experience. So, the condition of this winery needs a new coat of paint and some other work to erase the worn-out look.
We quickly realize that we have seen enough of this rundown winery and will write our recommendations to Mr. Thom next week.
As we walk outside to use my cellphone to try and call Carlos to pick us up. Surprise! Carlos is leaning against the SUV to take us back to the cabin.
Carlos says he has been to the winery a couple of times with Mr. Tom before the sale and he personally is not impressed with the way the winery looks today. He says he knows we will fix it for Mr. Tom.
Carlos informs us that our boys have taken a liking to Luis. “After we went to the lake and explored other places of interest on the property, Luis had the boys out playing baseball. Marty and Bobby will sleep well tonight because Luis has been chasing them around the property. I have never before seen him having such a good time. They were all laughing and giggling, being as loud as they wanted because there’s no one to disturb out here in the wilderness.
“By the way, if you like Italian food I can take you out tonight for some delicious eating,” Carlos offered.
I think for a few seconds before saying. “I’ll offer an alternative. I’ll make a big lasagna for all of us. I dress up every day and this weekend I just want to hangout with friends and have a good time. Drink a little too much wine, eat too much lasagna. But. someone will have to pickup the ingredients from the supermarket.”
Right away, Marty and Bobby beg to go with Carlos, but Carlos says Luis will do the shopping and that brings a new wave of excitement from the boys. They really do like that guy, just as Carlos told us earlier.
We invite Carlos to come inside for refreshments, and right away he starts telling us about his four-year relationship with Luis.
I ask where they met and Carlos hesitates, thinking, and then says, “At an adult bookstore. We met at an adult bookstore. He says that as he walks around the ABS arcade, he notices a guy who seems to be following him. He stops and looks at the guy who walks over and asks Carlos to take him home with him. I couldn’t resist him. He’s so fucking cute and he has mega-size balls to ask me, without any flirting or small talk, to take him home with me. That’s nearly four years ago and I still take Luis home every night.”
In response to the question about Luis’ profession, Carlos says he is a film, video and sound editor, and he’s very good at it. “He has a lot of offers to go to Hollywood for work and I’m afraid that one of these days he’ll feel he has to go before he gets too old to get hired to edit Hollywood movies. We haven’t discussed that sort of thing because he will say what I want to hear, ‘I’ll never go to Hollywood without you.’ But one can’t make that decision this far in advance.”
I shake my head slightly and say, “Love can cause one to make illogical decisions. For instance, once we rescued channel 13 from an early grave, word got around about this professional TV station in Dallas with the number one early evening news and a top-notch morning show, I get offers from two of the big three networks in New York, but I turn down all of those offers. I still get calls from San Antonio regularly and turn them down. And there are other offers. I have a really good salary here and enjoy my job, plus Bradley is not a big city dweller so I see no reason to go to New York when I have a good job here and already make more money than I can spend. Bradley also has a decent salary and is happy with his AI audio-video studio. We are both content with where we are and our love keeps us together. I suggest you talk to Luis and tell him about your concerns about the future and ask him for an honest response. When Luis looks at you, I can see his love for you radiating from his soul through his beautiful face. Not every gay couple has only the typical six-month relationship. I have chatted with guys who have been together for 30 years or longer.”
He nodded ‘yes’ and seemed to be absorbed by our discussion.
Bradley offers his wise words, too. “I was a straight, hetero guy working on an oil rig in the Gulf of Mexico when Matt and I met. I ask if what I have heard about gay blowjobs is true and he says no female can suck a dick like a gay man and says he would like to try it to find out. Matt’s response says a first-hand experience is always best for confirming anything. I wait for him to volunteer to show me but he doesn’t. He says straight guys have to ask for it because he doesn’t want to be accused of seducing a straight guy who may feel guilty after he comes. So, I ask. It was the greatest sexual experience of my life to that point. It have a lot of trouble coming to grips with my sexuality. We have some serious arguments about this new situation. He refuses to be used by a horny, straight guy who ignores the gay man otherwise. I finally come around and choose what makes me happy. I never look back. I have no regrets about my choice. I have found true love for the first time in my life. I realized eventually that all those women I had thought I was in love with was not true love. Marriage is never discussed until we find Marty and Bobby. Then we ask ourselves what chance does a gay unmarried couple have of adopting a kid.”
We are silent for a minute and then the two boys rush in like a spring storm in and brighten the mood.
I look at Marty and ask, “Did you guys have ice cream?” The[EJ1] room goes silent.
Marty squirms and Bobby hides behind Luis.
“Tell me the truth.”
Marty chokes out, “Yes, Sir.”
“Was it, good?” I asked.
Marty nods quickly. “Good,” I said.
Luis asks uncomfortably, “Is that OK?”
“Luis, we have never refused these guys ice cream or most anything else. I don’t know why they feel so guilty."
"Well, I couldn’t refuse them, but I told them not to tell you because you might get mad.”
I hug Marty and Bobby and tell them, “You should know by now that we seldom get mad at you guys and seldom refuse to give you anything within reason. Don’t be afraid to tell the truth. Your new friend treated you to an ice cream. I think that is very special. I was just fucking with you guys.”
“Language, daddy Matt,” Marty says with a big smile. The room breaks out into laughter.
“That was a slip of the tongue,” I say with a red face.
It gets quiet again and I break the silence. “Well, I’ll get busy with dinner.”
As I stand, Luis asks, “May I see how you make your spaghetti, I can never get it right.”
Once I get everything ready, I tell Luis that the secret shortcut to making a sauce that tastes like it has simmered for hours is to fry the tomato paste. “Use a no-stick pan. At home, I use a cast iron skillet like this one. It won’t let the tomato paste stick as you stir it until it gets slightly brown. Then in goes the ground beef, and other ingredients such as onion, garlic, water or beef bullion and spices like Italian seasoning or a mixture of oregano, thyme and those things to your own taste.”
Luis, with wide eyes and excitement says, “That is a good trick. I have to try it.”
“Once when I was back home on a visit, I explained the shortcut to an aunt and only made her confused. I talked about making spaghetti sauce and using tomato paste. Well, she poured a can of very liquid tomato sauce into her skillet, instead of tomato paste and stirred for an hour. Of course, the tomato sauce is much thinner than tomato paste so it will never get brown. Frying the tomato paste removes the water, leaving behind a much smaller mass of tomato paste. That’s all there is to it. If you’re really interested, I can e-mail the information to you later.”
“Matt, that will be great. Thank you.”
“On the subject of non-stick skillets, the British chef, Jaime Oliver says in a YouTube video that cast iron skillets are an excellent substitute for those chemically-coated non-stick skillets.”
I think this meal is one of the nicest I can remember. All of us sitting around the table eating and talking. Getting to know our driver Carlos a bit better and his adorable boyfriend. Warm, friendly, happy, a truly beautiful person. And, we’re out in the middle of nowhere, separated from the noise of the city and people, we rarely get to spend this much time together with our sons at dinner time.
Marty and Bobby leave us alone in the living room and crash for the night in their room. Bradley makes cups of espresso for everyone and we enjoy the rest of the evening relaxing and sharing stories.
As we separate to make our ways to bed, Carlos, stops with the front door open, gives me a look of appreciation, a quick nod of thanks. I walk over and gave him a warm hug. He whispers a ‘thank you’ and I whisper back a ‘thank you for everything you do for us every day, you’re very special.’ As we part, I look at him to see wet eyes of happiness. Wow! I give Luis a big hug and he holds on extra tight for a minute. Bradley hugs Carlos and then Luis in an unusual open expression of gratitude and friendship. Carlos and Luis hesitate to go through the door on their way to the guest house. Bradley and I look at each other and I tell them to come back and take the third bedroom. The four of us take the stairs slowly, likely all with the same feelings, as though we’re trying to hold on to the very last fleeting moments of this exceptionally wonderful evening and the few remaining hours of this escape from the real world.
The cabin is quieter than it has been for the past few hours. Bradley pulls me close and we just lie there, together, touching slowly all over with gentle fingers. For my husband and me, cuddling is enough for this night. Listening to the sounds of sex coming from the third bedroom, we soon fall asleep and enter that strange place we all go to as we sleep.
Sunday is a typical catch-up-on-sleep-day and I get out of bed an hour before noon, take a quick shower and go downstairs to prepare breakfast. Bradley comes down stairs after a few minutes wearing only his boxers. Carlos stops halfway down the stairs, also still in his underwear, bare chested and gives us a smile and a ‘good morning.’ Bradley tells him to come on down. I comment that I’m overdressed for the occasion. Luis joins us, wearing white boot socks and boxers. Marty and Bobby rush into the kitchen area dressed in basketball shorts and make a couple of remarks about the grownups state of dress.
After a rather noisy breakfast feast with six rested people bursting with energy, talking non-stop we clean up the kitchen, get dressed appropriately for a tour of the grounds. Outdoors is a warm, sunshiny, Texas summer day. Marty and Bobby, bubbling over with excitement from what they saw yesterday on the tour, share with Bradley and me the things we are about to see.
I had imagined the lake to be an over-sized pond but it’s much larger. Two rowboats are dry-docked in a sizable boat house. Marty informs us with all the excitement he can muster that there are edible fish in the lake for catching to eat.
I interject, “I read a couple of days ago that scientists have discovered that fish experience excruciating pain when caught on a fish hook. They say it lasts for ten-minutes on the trout that they have tested.
Carlos points out that from here, nearly an hour into our walk, that you cannot see the property boundaries from here; that’s how large the grounds on which the cabin is built are. A nice hike deep into the woodland takes us to the ruins of a building without any indication of what it had earlier been used for.
There are so many huge trees everywhere, even black walnut trees which produce tasty fruit but the shell is so hard you need a hammer to crack it open to get to the goodness inside.
Once the younger boys start to show signs of tiredness we decide to head back to the cabin. We have spent about two hours on our feet walking around the property.
Marty looks at me with a big question mark showing on his face. “Daddy Matt, is all of this and the cabin really ours now?”
“Yes, it is. A very generous gift from Mr. Tom to daddy Brad. Mr. Tom’s grandfather acquired he land as a young adult and built the cabin with his own hands. Mr. Tom says the cabin has been somewhat modernized over the years and additions and modifications have been made to improve the cabin’s functionality and comfort.”
Marty shakes his head in disbelief.
Back in the cabin, Carlos catches me alone in the kitchen area and says to me in a low voice, “Have you noticed that no one has complained about not having cell service or the Internet`?”
“Yes, Carlos, as a matter of face I did think about that a few times.”
“Well, don’t say it out loud, but there’s a dish on the roof that connects to a satellite service for the Internet and with a propper app, you can connect for making phone calls over the Web. I didn’t say anything about it because we were all having such a good time just being together."
"Thanks for that. Once we get back home, we should remember that we CAN survove without the Internet for short periods of time.”
Carlos shows me the switch for turning the satellite connection on and off is inside the circuit breaker box in the kitchen wall where the cabin’s electricity is turned on and off.
We poke around behind closed doors and into all the closets and cabinets in the cabin for a while and then with some degree of sadness get our things together for the ride back to the chopper pad for our helicopter flight back to Dallas and the real world.
After all the noisy chatting at the cabin, on the flight back home, the four of us are strangely quiet, thinking about our fantastic weekend in the beautiful Texas Hill Country. I recall our visit and inspection of the winery, the real reason for the trip here. There’s a lot of food for thought there. Then I wonder how the morning show rehearsals have gone and question whether or not we will be ready to introduce our audience to an all-new morning show concept. We plan to start on Monday morning at 5:00 AM. It’s a fairly big gamble. The audience is expecting the heavily promoted coming of the four-hour show to be as successful as all the other things we have been hugely successful with. Frankly, Mr. Tom has more confidence in this project that I do. We simply cannot fail.
Bradley:
My mind is racing with happiness and trepidation. I’m happy with Mr. Tom’s gift of the beautiful cabin and his recognition of my contributions to the TV station’s success. It is like a wonderful dream which may shatter any moment. I tell myself it’s not a dream, it’s real. On the other hand, I’m concerned about the new morning show and how, if not successful, it will lay heavily on Matt. He isn’t accustomed to failing. I’m concerned about how my contributions for the show will work. The open done with real video and a touch of AI, looks good when watched, but will it pack the punch the show needs to grab the audience when used in real-time? The singing jingles I produced to come out of commercial breaks work well in testing but how will they sound on the airwaves? I too have become accustomed to winning with the things I introduced to the new department, Remote Broadcast Services, created for me to run. I think about how much my life has changed since Matt and I met on the oil rig where I was working. I drop the engineering job out in the Gulf of Mexico and gain a new career in TV broadcasting. Then we adopt these two beautiful boys who had been living on the streets for at least one year. At his very moment, I realize like never before that for me, I have the best life any man can expect to achieve. I humbly give thanks for how fortunate I am. I close my eyes and take that special place between being awake and also asleep and listen to the sound of the chopper’s blades whirring.
To be continued...
