The Unofficial Biography Of Kimmay

Book 4: The Nature Of The Matriarchy

by G L Hudson

 

 

Their original schedule called for their return trip to Europe on Sunday. Friday night at dinner Tiffany asked Faxon, "Kimmay has asked us to change our schedule a little. Can you stay with me one extra day? Instead of flying back on Sunday can you return on Monday instead?"

"I guess so," he asked just a bit perplexed. "Do you need more time?"

"No, Kimmay wants to go see Krystal on Sunday. After our meetings, we would have dinner at the White House and stay there for the evening. Then we would fly out of Dulles on Monday morning."

"You're going to see the President this weekend?"

"No darling, we are going to see the President. I want you to come with me."

"Why?"

"Because you are my friend, and I want to introduce you to my other friends. What do you say? Can you spare one more day?"

"Absolutely." Faxon's head was doing little flips. He certainly was involved with highly connected people. He was amazed with the world that Tiffany was opening for him. Who could possibly believe this? Faxon was living it, and he could barely believe it.

Packing for their trip to Washington D.C. and then home to Zurich was easier than Faxon anticipated. Other than a few of his new clothes and swimsuit, Tiffany asked him to leave his entire female wardrobe in her Milwaukee condo. "Once you have a complete wardrobe here and in Davos Monstein, you won't have to carry clothes with you anymore. We can jump at a moments notice and go to any of our homes without having to plan or pack."

Traci drove the five of them to the Milwaukee airport on Sunday morning. Once again Faxon was wearing his best suit and spit-shined shoes. His new hairstyle was combed back and held down with a heavy dose of hairspray. Just before they landed in Dulles, Tiffany ran her hand through his hair and fluffed it up. "It looks better with a bounce," she said.

"Are you sure it looks ok?" he asked.

"Perfect," and she kissed him.

Traci led them to the VIP parking and they all threw their carry-on luggage into the trunk of a limo. They climbed in the rear door and their chauffer drove them to the White House. Little beads of sweat were forming on Faxon's forehead as they drove through the front gate. They stopped at security and walked through security and registration. Faxon had his picture taken and a laminated badge was returned to him. The others must have been through this procedure hundreds of times, because everyone knew them. Once again, the little things continued to awe Faxon, and impress upon him the importance of his new friends. Faxon was in fast company.

Once inside they met Jennifer Gayle, Kristal's long time confident, right hand girl and best friend. Tiffany introduced Faxon to Jennifer. "It's a pleasure to meet you Faxon. Friends are just like family around here. You are going to spend a lot of time with Traci and me today." Jennifer addressed Kimmay, "Kristal is waiting for you." Jennifer led them down the hallways of the White House towards the West Wing.

Jennifer knocked on the door and then opened it. Kimmay led the way, followed by Tiffany and Faxon, Jason, Traci and Jennifer. The President looked like a vision to Faxon. She was wearing a light pink dress and she was beautiful, and like Melissa she was much too young looking. She greeted each person with a hug and a kiss. When Tiffany introduced Faxon, Kristal extended her hand and said, "It is a pleasure to meet you Faxon."

"It is an honor for me Miss. President" Faxon said.

"You can call me Kristal, Faxon. I understand that we have you to thank for providing security for our diamonds. It is very kind of you. I know Megan and Valerie would have trouble securing their diamonds, so your offer is both welcome and most magnanimous."

"It is my pleasure. When I saw Tiffany's diamonds I fell in love with them. I knew that they would need extraordinary protection and I'm just happy that I could help."

"None-the-less, I appreciate your gesture. We are scheduled for dinner in two hours. If you will forgive us, I need to meet with Tiffany and the others in private. I have asked Jennifer and Traci to give you the 'insiders' tour of the White House. I think you will find it interesting. After dinner, I might need to take a bit more of Tiffany's time. You are invited to spend the night here, and if you want, you can either join Jennifer for pool or bowling after dinner, and I will send Tiffany to you as soon as I can."

"That would be fine and I am most appreciative for the opportunity to spend the evening in the White House. It is a wonderful honor," Faxon said.

Kristal made a gesture to Jennifer. "Faxon would you please come this way. Traci and I will give you a tour of the White House." Jennifer began the tour. Traci and Jennifer exchanged light banter and teasing as they walked through the White House. Jennifer took Faxon everywhere, even through some of the situation rooms. Jennifer was full of interesting stories and Faxon was indeed fascinated. As the tour wandered through the house, some of Faxon's intimidation wore off. He had a huge favor to ask, and he wasn't sure how to bring it up. As Traci and Jennifer joked with one another, Faxon grew emboldened.

"Jennifer, do you think I might ask for a gigantic favor?" he asked with a nervous twitter in his voice.

"If I can, I'll be glad to help you, Faxon."

"Is there a possibility that I might get my picture taken with the President?"

"Mr. Wexler that is one favor that I guarantee for you. Kristal gets that request all of the time. And it just so happens that I am a good photographer. In fact, I used to photograph some of Krysallis' early photo sessions. I can arrange for that during dinner."

With a sigh of relief Faxon thanked her. Emboldened by her friendly answer, Faxon pressed forward on some of his other questions. "Jennifer, what is it like working for the President?"

'"I've been working for Kristal for … oh close to thirty years. It's been the greatest honor I've ever had. I've been all over the world with her, I've met the most important people in the world, and I've done things that most people only dream about. And more importantly, Kristal is the best friend that I have ever had. She is a wonderful human being. The Presidential job has just been a part of our time together. After she leaves politics, we will move on to the next adventure."

"Are you her confidant? Does she tell you all the things she does and plans?" Faxon was merely trying to make light conversation.

Jennifer stopped and turned to Faxon. "Faxon, I am her body guard and right hand girl. I handle whatever she asks me to handle. I never question anything that she asks or does. She can say anything she wants in front of me, or she can say absolutely nothing. I ask no questions and I offer no advice unless asked. I repeat nothing and discuss nothing. I serve Kristal and I am her friend, but I am not her equal."

"I'm sorry to have pried. It was none of my business."

Jennifer smiled, "No harm Faxon. Let me tell you one little secret though. I am not her equal, but Kimmay and Tiffany are. Someday Tiffany might tell you why, or she might not. That is her decision. But I will tell you that you are dating a very special lady. Treat her with respect." Jennifer said it with a warm smile, but Faxon heard something else. It became perfectly clear to Faxon that this was one woman he would never want to cross.

The tour lasted two hours. Jennifer returned the group to Kristal's private dining room in time for cocktails. "Faxon, I understand you like German beer. I hope I have something you like," the President said. A waiter handed him a list of thirty different beers. He chose a beer, and it was quickly brought to him. Jennifer disappeared long enough to get her camera. She took over the show, ordering people around the room as she set up numerous staged shots. She made sure to get Kristal and Faxon in a couple of pictures together. Then she added in Tiffany followed with Kimmay and finally Jason. Throughout the dinner she took several candid shots.

Faxon gave Jennifer his e-mail address, and Jennifer promised to have the pictures in his inbox by Monday noon. After dinner, Kristal again asked for Faxon's indulgence as she wanted Tiffany's attention for another hour. Jennifer and Traci took Faxon bowling after dinner. They both kicked his butt.

Kristal and the others showed up for the second game. Kristal was bowling in her pink dress and she looked like an angel as she moved down the alley to roll her ball. She was without a doubt the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He was amazed with her youth, but he knew that she had undergone the same renaissance as Melissa. And that was yet another wonderment to Faxon. How could she have been born a male and yet been so beautiful and feminine. She was the epitome of femininity for twenty or thirty years, and the entire time she had been a he. The entire situation with Tiffany and Kimmay and now Kristal was overwhelming for Faxon.

He was thrilled to just be this close to these people. If Tiffany dumped him tomorrow, he would be satisfied for the rest of his life. She had given him so much that his life was already full. She had helped him understand his sexuality, she had given him more love that he could have ever hoped for, and now he had met Kimmay and Kristal. What more was there?

There was the cube. When the second game of bowling was over, they all retired to their rooms. Once Tiffany and Faxon reached their bedroom Tiffany asked, "How did you like your trip to the White House today?"

"It was very impressive, Tiffany. The magnitude and power of this place is awesome. And meeting Kristal was fantastic. She is even more beautiful in person than on television. But you know what impressed me the most?"

"What's that?"

"The group of you together. Just watching and listening to some of the things you say leaves no doubt that there is a purpose and power here that is unlike anything I have ever seen or heard of before. I can't exactly describe what it is, but I can certainly feel and see it."

"You're very astute, Faxon. There is indeed a purpose here. But now I want to show you something else. You have heard many things and seen many things, and some of them are rather difficult to accept; for example the part about an alien showing up and changing the group of us from males to females. You have never questioned that premise and I love you for that. But I want you to see something."

Tiffany held her hands in front of her and showed Faxon the cube. It was metallic and each side was polished to look like a mirror. "This is the cube that the Keeper gave us. I thought you might like to see it." Tiffany gripped the cube by all eight corners and the room began to dim. A large book opened in front of them. It extended from floor to ceiling, was covered with numerous colored documents, and it was all three-dimensional.

"This is amazing," Faxon said. "What is it?"

"This is a collection of documents that the Keepers have collected from around the universe. They all deal with freedom of one sort or another. The Magna Carta is in here somewhere but I forget where," and Tiffany briefly glanced around the huge collection of documents.

"Anyway, this isn't what I wanted to show you. Next," she said and the projection laid out the Oval office.

"I recognize this," Faxon said. "It's the Oval office. And there you are. This is totally life-like," Faxon said as he walked around the room and looked at Tiffany from another angle.

"This was our introduction to the Keeper. In retrospect it was funny, but you need to realize that we had just been told that the Builders were going to eradicate humanity and take our planet. We were all numb."

Faxon watched in amazement as the Keeper once again explained the situation between Earth and the Travelers. Faxon found it humorous at first, as the Keeper asked for scotch and chocolate and cigars. But then the situation turned serious and Faxon listened to her explain the reality of their predicament. When the projection came to an end, the lights came up and the cube was still floating in mid-air.

"Any questions?" Tiffany asked.

"A million. I don't know where to begin," he said.

"Why don't we see the next installment, it may answer a few of those questions for you. Next," and the lights again dimmed. Faxon found himself and Tiffany standing next to Kimmay on the dais in front of the United Nations. Faxon watched the scene play out again as first Kristal gave her speech and then the Keeper arrived to humiliate the Builders. The lights once again came on and the cube remained stationary in the air.

"Well?"

"How does that thing stay floating in mid-air?" and he pointed at the cube. He really didn't expect an answer, he was just trying to lighten the mood a bit. Watching these replays was extremely emotional. That reality of the three-dimensional projection, the sound and even the smell was over powering. This wasn't like being there, you really were there.

"That one I can't answer. There is one more scene that I would like to show you. This is the one that I really wanted you to see. Ready?" Faxon nodded yes. "Ok then, next."

"This time Faxon watched the conversation between Kimmay and the Keeper." Early in the conversation Tiffany spoke up, "That is when she changed us into females." The Keeper had just said that she had changed not just Kimmay, but Tiffany, Ginger and Krysallis. They watched a little longer and Tiffany gave out a small gasp. "She lied!"

 

The scene was etched in Tiffany's mind:

The Keeper had been speaking:

"Because there is something very special about you, Kimmay. Time flows through you. You are a nexus that pulls time lines to you and around you. You are wrapped in time. It bends around you and hovers over you. If the Builders could see what we see, they would have never attempted what they did. They would have kneeled before you."

"It's true Kimmay. You and time are intimate. We did not see it before. When we came to Krysallis' office and met you, we did not see this, but as the days have passed our eyes have opened. The time lines grow stronger even as we watch. Since the confrontation with the Builders, it has accelerated. Look at the clock behind you."

 

"What did you say?" Faxon asked.

"Shhhh, wait until it's finished," Tiffany said. When the scene finally ended Tiffany said nothing. She plucked the cube from mid air and held it in her hand. Tiffany looked at Faxon.

"What?" he asked.

"She lied Faxon. Kimmay told us that she didn't control time. But she did. The Keeper wasn't wrong. There was no way that she was wrong. Kimmay did it."

"What does it mean?"

"I don't know. But I can only guess that Kimmay has more talent than we ever imagined." Tiffany looked at Faxon, "Please don't say anything about this, ok?"

"Who would I tell? Who would believe me?"

 

Two days later Faxon was sitting in his office when the secretary patched through a call. "Hi dad, how are you?"

Faxon's dad skipped over the small talk. He saw Faxon's picture and immediately said, "What did you do to your hair?"

"Do you like my new style?"

"No. What were you thinking? Why did you do it?"

Talking with his father was always a challenge for Faxon. Why couldn't he have been more like his older brother? Dad loved Guenther. Guenther could do no wrong. "I like it," Faxon said.

"Is that what you did in Milwaukee?"

Faxon was stumped. How did his dad know that he had been in Milwaukee? "Actually yes. I had it done while I was there. How did you know I was in Milwaukee?"

"How I know is irrelevant. You went with that Tiffany guy didn't you?"

Faxon knew that his dad was taunting him. Why he did it, Faxon had no clue. "Actually dad, it is relevant. I want to know who is telling you these things. If I have a spy in my company I want to know."

"What difference does it make how I know?"

"Because if I have a spy telling you what I'm doing, he could be telling other people as well. I want to know dad, who is spying on me and why?"

"You don't need to worry, you don't have a spy and no one else is being informed. What were you and that Tiffany doing?"

"You tell me, you have the spies."

"Show your father some respect!" Walter demanded.

"Respect goes two ways dad. You want respect, then show me some also!" Faxon was getting very brave. He never spoke back to his father like this. It surprised his dad.

"I'm only concerned about the business, Faxon. Please tell me what is going on."

"I've told you before, I'm trying to seal a business deal with the Eleven Lights Corporation. I accompanied Tiffany Reimer to Milwaukee to meet with Kimmay, and their president Jason Drum. I wanted to meet Kimmay face-to-face and give her my pitch."

"You could have done that over the AV."

"Aren't you the one who always says personal relationships cement the deal?"

"I just don't see why you are so all fired set on wanting to do business with these … these type of people."

"I guess your spy isn't telling you everything, eh?"

"What do you mean?"

Faxon was getting exasperated with his dad. He just couldn't understand why his father was so set against this business arrangement. "Perhaps its time that we met in person and I explained my rational to you." It was a peace offering from Faxon. "Can we have dinner this week? Tomorrow?"

His dad relented on the hard line attitude. "Tomorrow is out, how about Thursday?"

"Fine, seven at your club."

Faxon was angry. He was frustrated and he wanted to explode. He had to talk with somebody. He pushed his chair back and walked out of the office. "I'm going for a walk," he told his secretary as he walked out. When he reached the street, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Tiffany.

"Hi darling. How are you today?"

"Pissed and ornery. I just had another argument with my dad."

"About what?"

"You."

"Me? What did I do?"

"Nothing, that's just it. He doesn't want me doing business with you and your company."

Why not?"

"I haven't got a clue. Dad and I have never been on the exact same wavelength. Guenther was always the favorite."

"I'm sorry to hear that you're having this trouble over me."

"It's not your fault, Tiffany. And this changes nothing, we're still moving ahead on finalizing the contracts."

"So what are you going to do about your dad?"

"I'm going to have dinner with him Thursday and try and sort this out."

"Would it help if I came with you? I'd like to meet your father."

The gears in Faxon's mind started whirring around. "I hadn't thought about that. That might be interesting. Yes, I would like that. Can you come to Zurich Thursday?"

"Absolutely, where should I meet you and when?"

"Come to my office at five. And one other thing, can you dress for kill and wear your diamonds?"

"I'd love to."

 

Tiffany arrived at Faxon's office at five o'clock. She was wearing her full-length fur coat. Faxon helped her off with her coat and smiled when he saw her dress. It was a simple but elegant black dress. The hem hung to her ankle where she was wearing a gold slave anklet and four-inch black heels. They were the tallest heels Faxon had ever seen Tiffany wear. The dress was tight and form-fitting with long sleeves and a deep, sexy U-neck. Tiffany had to be wearing a push-up bra because the U-neck was showing the most delicious cleavage Faxon had ever seen on his girlfriend. It was the perfect place to lay a large red, diamond pendant. For those special red earrings Tiffany had put her hair up and left the tiniest tendrils floating down in front of her ears. The earrings would be gloriously showcased next to her thin, white neck.

"You are beautiful," gushed Faxon. "How in the world do you expect me to keep my hands off you during dinner?"

"Don't worry," Tiffany answered, "I brought some mace." They hugged and Tiffany gave Faxon a little kiss on his mouth. Neither one wanted to smear Tiffany's perfect lipstick.

Faxon retrieved the jewelry box from his desk. As he was bringing it to Tiffany he said, "I was getting excited just thinking of you coming here tonight, but now that I've seen you I think I'm going to go crazy."

Tiffany looked at the box and smiled. "When did the jewels arrive?"

"About two hours ago."

"Faxon, there is something you need to know," and she started giggling.

"What?"

"The box is made from a very special wood," she started giggling louder. "The wood is an aphrodisiac."

Faxon broke out laughing, "Thanks for warning me. Here," and he handed the box to Tiffany. "Let's both enjoy its special powers."

Tiffany took the box and rubbed her hands all over it, while she flashed Faxon a mischievous grin. "Maybe we should analyze this stuff and synthesize it."

"You'll be the wealthiest person on the planet if you do."

"Remind me later, I think this could be a good investment," and she gave Faxon a hug and kiss. Tiffany never did synthesize the molecule. But her daughter and nieces did. It was one of their bigger successes.

 

Faxon decided that he wanted to make an entrance at the club, so he deliberately arrived fifteen minutes late. With Tiffany on his arm he strutted to his father's table. He introduced the two of them to each other, and then helped Tiffany remove her coat. He handed it to the maître'd who took it to check-in. Faxon helped Tiffany with her chair as she was seated, then he sat beside her.

"Dad, since you have had so many questions concerning Eleven Lights Corporation I thought I would bring one of the co-founders along with me tonight. I think she can answer any of your questions."

Walter Wexler was impressed with Tiffany's beauty. The dress and makeup had made their point. Tiffany was a beautiful woman with a beautiful figure. Walter wasn't blind. "Can I offer you a drink, Miss. Reimer?"

"Certainly, a glass of chardonnay would be fine."

Walter called over the waiter and ordered a chardonnay for Tiffany. Faxon ordered a beer and Walter ordered another martini.

"Dad, you have expressed some concern about the size of Tiffany's company. Tiffany perhaps you can tell us about your company."

Tiffany jumped right into the facts. "Last years' sales were a shade under one billion euros and this year will show about a twenty percent increase. We've been in business for about six years, and while a billion euros isn't bad, we are running at only one third of our original estimates. The shortfall is due almost exclusively to the North American auto industry. We thought they would respond much faster to the shift to electric cars once our energy chips were readily available. They have in fact dragged their feet and expected the U.S. government to protect them. I have assurances from the highest levels of the American government that won't happen, and the auto execs are finally realizing it. We expect them to become more aggressive in their shift to electrics and once that happens, our growth should be close to forty percent a year for the next five or six years.

"Our debt to equity is very low, only eight percent and we have adequate capacity for the next five years. Even though we have the necessary capacity, we will build an additional plant in North America simply to give our customers a multi-plant safety margin in production. Besides our low debt we have a work force that requires no pension or expenses for retired employees. Most of our cash is being used to fund research and development, and dividends.

"Kimmay and I are taking our dividends and using them to fund the Eleven Lights Foundation for charity and honesty in world-wide governments and institutions. It is our goal to protect freedom of the press and to aggressively expose corruption.

"In addition, we are investing large amounts of our profits in promising new technologies for environmental controls and clean-up; it is our passion beyond physics. And speaking of physics, Kimmay and I continue to push fundamental theory and research into String Theory. We have a number of new products that are either completed or well under development and will be introduced when we feel the time is ready. We also do business with certain world-wide government agencies.

"That's the quick course, is there any thing else I can tell you?"

Faxon smiled and looked at his father. "You had some concerns about potatoes, I think?"

Walter smiled and looked at Tiffany, "I believe that I told Faxon that I considered your operation small potatoes."

"I understand that you run a much larger organization than I do, Mr. Wexler. I believe that your annual sales are somewhere around thirty or forty billion annually. We forecast Eleven Lights Corporation to be at ten billion euros in about ten years. To be honest, I see that as being conservative since we won't have the pressure of competition. Our technology is currently beyond the knowledge needed to duplicate it for at least another five to ten years.

"But I see the greatest growth coming from our newly emerging incubators. As I said, Kimmay and I are putting seed money into environmental companies with exciting new technologies. We will make sure that these technologies have the benefit of our R&D people in Lucerne."

"New businesses can always be very tricky, Miss Reimer. Their success is anything but assured."

"No doubt, Mr. Wexler. That is why every one of our new technologies is backed-up with a competing technology to cover the exact same area of services and products. All new technologies are not only reviewed by our board of independent scientists, but Kimmay and I review every detail in depth. We've been doing this for about four years, and while commercialization has been a bit slow, we haven't been wrong on a single technology that we have chosen.

"I shouldn't brag Mr. Wexler, but Kimmay and I do know science."

Faxon was loving this. It was becoming obvious to his father, that not only was Tiffany beautiful but she was smart.

Tiffany changed the subject, "How do you like Faxon's new hair style?"

Walter grimaced and said, "It's much different than before. It leaves a little to be desired."

"Really? I'm surprised you say that," she said with more than a bit of admonishment in her voice. "I love it. Did you know Kimmay's mother runs one of the best beauty salons in the world? I begged Faxon to see her and he was very obliging and stopped in when he was in Milwaukee last week. I think she did a marvelous job. Every one else agrees with me." Tiffany emphasized the every one, just begging Walter to ask who.

"Who else might that be?"

"Kimmay and Jason for two. And so Did Kristal. By the way Faxon, did you bring your pictures?"

"Yes, I have them right here," and he handed them to Tiffany. She in turn handed them to Walter.

"We stopped in to see Kristal on Sunday, and she just raved about Faxon's new style. 'Sexy' she said." Walter was looking through the pictures. "You do recognize the President, don't you Mr. Wexler? She wanted Kimmay and me to stop by to talk business. Kristal is one of our business advisors. She has a keen business mind and a few connections if you get my drift, Mr. Wexler."

Faxon was grinning from ear to ear. Tiffany kicked Faxon under the table. It was his turn.

"Dad, I think you also had a question about providing secure storage for some items. I offered the service gratis. The jewels that we picked up belonged to Krysallis, along with some other girls of course. Do you like them?"

"What jewels are you talking about?"

"They're all the same. Tiffany is wearing hers. What do you think?"

Walter looked at jewels and was as confused as Faxon was the first time that he saw them. "The pendant? It is very pretty. A rather unusual cut though, don't you think?" He thought it was a ruby and he was trying to be condescending.

"The cut is not at all unusual for diamonds," Faxon answered.

"That's a diamond?" he asked suspiciously.

"Certainly, Mr. Wexler." Tiffany was already reaching behind her neck to unfasten the necklace. "Would you like to look closer?"

Faxon reached across the table and handed him his jeweler's glass. "You might want to use this, dad."

Walter was knowledgeable about diamonds, and he set the glass in his eye to get a closer look. Tiffany and Faxon remained quiet while he completed his inspection. "It looks real," he conceded as he handed it back to Tiffany. "But there are no such things as red diamonds, unfortunately."

"Not on this planet," Tiffany agreed. Tiffany was being very talkative and gregarious, trying to not only win over Walter Wexler, but also to intimidate him. "At least not until now. Actually, our diamonds are the only ones in this galaxy. They are the result of some minor contaminate, but the folklore story is more fun. The fable claims that on a distant planet, there was a greedy magician who stole and collected every diamond on his world. He stored them in a dungeon and had a magical dragon that guarded them. A brave knight came along and slayed the dragon so that he could return the diamonds to all the rightful owners. But when he killed the dragon, its blood flowed over the diamonds and stained them all red. I like that story, don't you?"

"That's why they call them Dragon Diamonds," Faxon finished. "So what do you think they might be worth?"

Tiffany and Faxon could both see the numbers churning around in Walter's head. They knew he was quickly estimating their worth. "I have no clue. They're valuable only if they really are diamonds, and I'm certainly no expert on that." He couldn't concede the colossal fortune in front of him. To do so, would have been to admit that Tiffany had something that he could not possess.

"I assure you that they are really diamonds, Mr. Wexler."

"Now you know why they are under the protection of Swiss International Insurance. I thought it would be good business for us when the press one day realizes what these beautiful women are wearing. It should be excellent advertising for us when the world finds out that we protect the most valuable gems in the world. Especially when they learn that the President of the United States uses our services."

Faxon turned his attention to Tiffany, "But they pale beside you, my dear." The two of them touched glasses and drank.

The maneuver was not lost on Walter. Tiffany looked at Mr. Wexler, "Is there any thing else that you would like to know about my company and business?"

"No Miss. Reimer, I have heard quite enough."

"Excellent, I'm starving. What do you recommend Mr. Wexler?"

Tiffany changed the conversation away from business to travel. She had convinced Walter of her business acumen and viability, now she wanted to win him over with her charm. "Have you been to Botswana, Mr. Wexler? I spent a couple of months there with Linda when I was running from the United States government. After they thought they had assassinated me, I still had to hide to keep them from continuing to look for me. Botswana is a beautiful country, especially the Okavango Delta. The people there were so friendly and kind. You really should consider going there some time.

"Faxon and I had a wonderful time in Milwaukee. I love his new hairstyle; it shows some risk taking and a flair for style. That's important in society, don't you think? We went to some great concerts. Kimmay's sister is married to the manager of the Civic Center and she put us in the Manager's loge – the best tickets in the house."

"Speaking of houses, did Faxon tell you about his trip to the White House? No? Faxon, gives us a recap, please."

Faxon described his day. He made sure that his dad realized that Tiffany and Kimmay were in hours-long sessions with the President while he was touring with her personal bodyguard. He pointed out the various people in the pictures that his dad still had in front of him. And then he discussed the cube. He made sure that his dad understood exactly what had happened and the favor that the Keeper had performed.

"The best day of my life Mr. Wexler," Tiffany said. She gave him a pretty smile. "What do you think Mr. Wexler? Please be honest, did the Keeper do a nice job?"

She had him on the ropes. As much as he didn't want to even acknowledge her gender, he admitted, "You are very pretty, Tiffany."

"Thank you Mr. Wexler. A girl always loves to be complimented."

Tiffany continued the banter through the entire meal, talking about herself and Faxon and even a little business. It took a while but he realized that she was for real, both business and personally. Her contacts with the President, which she name-dropped several times, made their impression on him. And the Diamonds – not only their value but the way she had obtained them – clinched the deal. She was a force to be reckoned with.

But some things are difficult to overcome. Prejudice is one of them.

 

Faxon and Tiffany returned to Faxon's apartment after their dinner engagement. They cleaned up and prepared for bed. They took turns dressing each other for bed, using extra tender loving care as they helped their lover into a negligee. Once in bed, Faxon slid Tiffany's negligee up to her waist and slowly began petting and caressing her wet pussy. Tiffany caressed his curly locks as he slid between Tiffany's legs. She twisted his curly hair around her fingers as he slowly began to lick and caress her wet slit. Tiffany closed her eyes and began gently rocking her pelvis in time with Faxon's tongue.

An hour later they were lying side by side, relaxing and enjoying the bliss of having shared their bodies. Tiffany looked at Faxon and asked, "Do you think we made an impression on your dad?"

"I think you made a big impression concerning your business knowledge and abilities. He can't denigrate your talents or future. But he still has one big problem. It was quite obvious to me."

"My past?"

"Yes. He cannot let go of his prejudices. You were once a male, and I am attracted to you. In his mind, you and I are homosexuals. That is something that he can't accept. It is something that he will not even attempt to accept. Now that he knows the truth, he will slowly disown me. Your performance tonight has him stuck in a quandary. He admires you and by association me as far as business is concerned. But personally he will not accept our relationship."

"I'm sorry Faxon, it's all my fault. But in a way I'm not sorry. I … like you very much. I don't want to lose you. We can make a good life together."

"Even better in all of this is that dad is jealous of me. I could see it in him. Dad divorced mom almost ten years ago. Mom wasn't pretty enough for dad. He divorced her so he could marry himself a younger, trophy wife. And when he saw you tonight he was jealous. You are so beautiful that you make his trophy wife look like an old maid."

"Do you think so?"

"Oh yes. And do you want to know the really ironic part of all of this?"

"What's that?"

"My father loves my brother, Guenther. Guenther is everything dad is; aggressive, tough, and macho. Dad can't stand my lifestyle decision because you were once a male, but he loves everything about Guenther. Now here is the ironic part; Guenther is a homosexual. Dad doesn't know of course. I found out many years ago. It was purely by accident that I found out, but I know that it is true. And like I said, he is just like dad; he hates homosexuals. He is a tragic hypocrite, and because of that he is my father's favorite son."

"That is too bad," Tiffany commiserated.

"It's sad but true. But you know what the good part is? I'm the big winner in all of this."

"How's that?"

"I met you. You introduced me to the real Tiffany and your friends and I am grateful. And even if you leave me tonight, I am still going to be very happy."

"I don't plan on leaving you Faxon, and she pulled him close to her. But how about we both leave for the weekend? Let's go to Davos for the weekend. And when the weekend is over, let's pack your best dresses and have them ready for Paris. In two weeks we go to Paris and get crazy. We can go to Escualitas. Can we do that?" she pleaded.

"I would love that."

"And I'll prove to you that I will never leave you," she said with a cute grin.

 

 

CHAPTER 10

 

Tiffany and Faxon were in love. Even though neither one was ready to use the 'L' word, they were falling head over heels for each other. By spring it was evident to both of them. They spent all of their free time together, and their weekends were usually spent at Tiffany's villa in Davos Monstein where they had the most privacy. When the weather got warmer, they would both put on their bikinis and sit on the back patio sipping beers and marveling at the beautiful Alpine Mountains. Faxon had a sexy, bikini-tan that both Faxon and Tiffany loved. Once in a while a deer or chamois would walk by as they sipped their drinks and chatted. They took numerous trips to Pontresina, Davos and St. Moritz for shopping and dining. Once a month they traveled to Paris or Rome or Amsterdam and spent a romantic weekend together. In Amsterdam Faxon always cross-dressed, in Paris he dressed fifty percent of the time and in Rome he never cross-dressed.

Every other month they spent a week in Milwaukee. Faxon would visit 'Lissa's and have the color of his hair roots touched up, and Simon usually refreshed the curls in his hair. He always had a complete waxing when he was there, and he finished his laser treatments. Faxon liked Valerie and even when he didn't have an appointment, he stopped by to chat with Valerie during her breaks. He enjoyed her stories about Kimmay and Krysallis and the others. They even went shopping together on her day off. On one of Valerie's off days, Faxon drove them to Madison to see his old college campus and hangouts. Faxon always bought her a small memento to say thanks.

Valerie usually had a concert in town, and Faxon and Tiffany would dress to the nines and join Gary and Valerie in the manager's loge. Faxon started making contributions to the Civic Center to 'pay' for his use of the loge.

Spring became summer and their love grew stronger day by day. They continued their weekend schedules and Faxon became very pretty and convincing when he was cross-dressing. He had an extensive wardrobe in Davos Monstein, and he had a complete wardrobe but with fewer dresses at Tiffany's Lucerne condominium and his Zurich home. They traveled light, yet were always prepared for any eventuality.

Finally, while in Davos Monstein one weekend Faxon proposed. In some ways it was romantic, but it certainly wasn't typical. They were lying in bed one Saturday morning, hugging and acting lazy. They were both wearing silk, see-through babydolls. Tiffany loved to see Faxon in his see-through clothes because of his tan. She was infatuated with those white, untanned circles on Faxon's bare chest. His nipples were small even for a man, and they looked so incongruous in the center of those white patches. Tiffany found the sight extremely sexy.

Faxon's hair was on the long side and he had left it in his female style. He was lying on top of Tiffany and tickling her nose with his curls. Faxon lifted himself on his elbows and stared into Tiffany's eyes. "You look so beautiful and I am so in love with you. How would you like to go St. Moritz today and do some shopping?"

"I'm always up for power shopping. Do you have anything in mind?"

"I was thinking that we could stop at a jewelers and look for rings. Might you be interested in a diamond ring for your wedding finger?"

"Let me think about it for awhile, ok?" She paused two seconds and then said, "Ok. Let's go shopping."

He kissed her. "Thanks," he whispered. "I really, really love you."

"And I love you Faxon. This is going to be so much fun. Have you given any thought to the wedding?"

Like any typical man his answer was, "No, not really. Have you?"

"I've only been thinking about it for six or seven months. Damn, you're slow with your proposals!"

He shrugged and said, "I've had other things on my mind," and he pressed his erection against Tiffany's crotch.

Tiffany reciprocated with some squirming of her own. "Have you thought about what kind of wedding you want?"

"Not really."

"Have you thought about what kind of a dress you would like to wear?" Faxon stopped squirming his hips and pressing his erection against Tiffany. He just looked at her with his eyes wide open. Tiffany began smiling. "What do you think?"

"I would love to, but I don't see how I can do that. My father would have puppies."

"We have two weddings, darling. The first wedding is our private little wedding where we both get to wear white, lacy dresses and a veil. The following week, we hide your dress in the closet, literally, and you wear a tuxedo for our public wedding."

A smile slowly started creeping up at the corners of Faxon's lips. "Sounds intriguing. You obviously have given this some thought, please continue."

"It would be a small and private ceremony here at the chateau. We split my bridesmaids in half, you get one half and I get the other girls. They could wear their dresses twice that way. They could arrive a week early and stay here with us. We have the first wedding on a Saturday, they hang around on vacation until the next Saturday and we then have the public wedding. What do you think?"

Faxon had a huge grin across his face. "You would do this for me? I have always dreamed of wearing a wedding dress and being the bride. The thought of it is so exciting and sexy. Really? You mean it?"

"Absolutely. Plus I get my dream; I get to be a bride twice. I might even buy two wedding dresses. Or do you think that is too tacky? Should a girl have two wedding dresses?"

"Absolutely. That would make life so much easier for you."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm sure that picking out a wedding dress is very difficult and stressful. So having two choices has to be easier. Right?"

"Of course! Once I narrow my decision down to two dresses, I'm done." Tiffany paused for a moment then asked with a slight pout, "But what if I can only narrow it down to three dresses?"

"The following weekend, you can wear the third dress to bed." He gave her a long kiss and again pressed and rubbed his erection against her wet crotch.

 

They decided to have the wedding as soon as possible. It wasn't practical to arrange invitations and buy dresses and reserve banquet halls much less than six months in advance, but they did it. The first wedding, the real wedding, would be held at Tiffany's Davos Monstein château in January. If the weather cooperated, they would have beautiful blue skies and white, snow-covered mountains surrounding their little ceremony. The 'show' wedding would be held the following weekend in St. Moritz. That would allow some guests to combine the wedding with a skiing vacation in the Swiss Alps.

The maids of honor would be Kimmay for Tiffany and Valerie for Faxon. In addition they would have Kristal and Jennifer, Traci and Melissa. They contacted their bridesmaids and everyone but Kristal and Jennifer agreed immediately. Kristal gave a conditional yes. She would try very hard to be there, but there was always the possibility of a crises interfering.

That was as good as Tiffany could expect, and she set out to make all of the arrangements. Her mother visited Tiffany in Lucerne and Davos Monstein half a dozen times before the wedding. She accompanied Faxon and Tiffany to Paris to help both of them shop for their dresses. She thought it unusual to shop for two dresses for Tiffany, but she understood Tiffany's desires. She just hoped that two dresses wasn't an unlucky number.

Tiffany and Faxon had the best of times shopping for their wedding dresses. As usual, some of the shops had a problem with Faxon shopping for and trying on wedding dresses while others had no problem at all. Faxon always presented himself in stylish, female clothing with full makeup. When looking for dresses he always wore his tightest corset and padded panties to give himself a more curvaceous figure. His hair was full of curls and presented in a nice feminine style. And he had a credit card with unlimited credit. Still, some salesclerks and stores had a problem. That was their loss, because Tiffany and Faxon weren't looking for the cheapest dresses they could find.

Since Tiffany had two choices, she decided to go daring and bold for her first choice. She chose a dress with a plunging neckline to show off way too much cleavage. She was going to wear an aggressive push-up bra and be a bit of a tart. It was something fun to do. Mom wasn't overjoyed about it, but the dress for the second wedding was much more conventional and traditional.

Faxon stayed conservative and demure. His dress had a high collar and a keyhole neckline. The long sleeves had six buttons each around the wrists and the bodice had another ten buttons that pulled in a very small waist. Faxon would have to diet for a month and still pull his corset as tight as humanly possible. Faxon was serious about the dieting and he lost ten pounds for the wedding. His thin figure was very tall with his four-inch heels, and his overall figure was striking. With his new upswept hairstyle he was stunning and totally passable.

The first wedding was a small affair, and the group of friends handled many of the preparations and activities themselves. The best stylists in the world supplied hair and makeup for the entire wedding party. Tiffany invited Simon, George and their guests to travel to Switzerland and attend both weddings. Along with Melissa and Valerie, they helped with everyone's styling before each wedding. Faxon let his hair grow very long before the wedding, and that gave Simon enough hair to sculpt into a beautiful updo with ribbons woven throughout his hair. George styled Tiffany's hair, and he tried to out shine Simon and his styling. George wove babysbreath flowers through Tiffany's style.

Melissa and Jennifer handled the photography. Stefanie insisted on helping Melissa. They each brought two cases of cameras, lenses, lights and other equipment. They set up a studio in the library and staged much of their photography work in there.

Kristal supplied much of the transportation. Except for Tiffany's mother who was already in Davos Monstein, everyone else joined Kristal on Air Force One. Kristal flew to Milwaukee where she picked up everyone including Tiffany's father, and then flew them to the Swiss air base near Davos. It was the thrill of a lifetime for most of them. From there a parade of limousines took the group to the château.

Kristal, Jennifer, Kimmay, Traci, Melissa, Stefanie, Valerie and Gary, Simon and Allen, George and Ken, Jason and Tiffany's parents joined Tiffany and Faxon at the château. Everyone arrived Thursday night and a huge banquet was held. Dresses were delivered on Friday and two seamstresses handled all of the alterations on the spot. Simon and George did a few hairstyles and manicures for the girls. Simon spent part of the day laughing and giggling with Kristal. The two of them had a great rapport, and they obviously appreciated each other's company. For many years people wondered why the two got along so well together. The answer was simple. They liked each other.

An open smorgasbord was available all day in the kitchen. People were instructed to help themselves, but the food disappeared at two o'clock. The rehearsal dinner was scheduled for seven and Tiffany wanted people to have a little room left for dinner. Most of the group was left to their own devices for entertainment during the day. The gym, sauna, swimming pool and recreation room were open and available for use, but the majority of people hung around the makeshift beauty salon and dressing rooms on the first floor. They chatted and laughed and giggled and munched. It was cozy and fun.

Caterers were in and out all day as they brought flowers and bunting to decorate the main hall. The jewelry cases were delivered by armed guards in mid-afternoon. The Dragon Diamonds were taken out and shown to the few people who had never seen them before.

For laughs and grins, Tiffany decided to have some fun with future conspiracy theorists. She knew outsiders would eventually stumble upon the group and their nickname. Just for fun, she wanted lots of pictures from the wedding with the wedding party wearing their blood-red diamonds. For additional future fun, she also had Faxon wear a pair of the Dragon Diamond earrings for the wedding. He wanted to wear the necklace too, but it just wouldn't work with his dress.

The photos did indeed have their intended effect many years later. No one originally understood the hidden meaning of the diamonds, and because they were red, no one even knew for many years that they were diamonds. But generations later the speculation was rampant as to which of the girls was involved in the conspiracy and what the symbolism of the diamonds was. Most historians called the diamonds blood-red in color, and speculated that they represented the connection between the girls. Since they had some of the same manipulated genes they were 'blood-sisters' in effect. Others tied the blood-red diamonds to the shared menstruation blood of the matriarchy. It was very humorous and had the result that Tiffany had intended.

A side effect of Tiffany' joke was the decision to repeat the action at every wedding thereafter. The girls wore the diamonds at Kristal's wedding, and then they passed the diamonds along to the next generation. Their daughters all wore the same diamonds at their weddings as well. The tradition had been started and it continued for many generations.

A local justice of the peace arrived at six and they had a raucous and lively rehearsal. Then cocktail hour began where all decorum and control was lost. Happy hour was followed by dinner, and dinner lasted until eleven as the group remained seated, telling stories and jokes and getting inebriated. In the right circumstances Kimmay returned to a carefree and fun-loving girl, and this was one of those nights. Jennifer and Melissa took lots of pictures, and Simon and George posed for many of them. As Simon and George became inebriated, they became outrageous and extremely funny. They provided much of the late evening entertainment.

The next morning started early and was filled with hectic preparations for the day. Tiffany's bridesmaids went to her room and helped prepare her for the wedding. Kimmay was her maid of honor, and Kristal and Jennifer were her attendants. Faxon was whisked into Valerie's bedroom where Melissa and Traci helped dress him. Simon and George each performed their magic and everyone was ready in time for the start. Simon's friend Allen was not only a world-renowned concert violinist, but also a fine organist. He had a keyboard set up on the side of the room and he provided the music. Tiffany's mother walked Faxon down the aisle and Tiffany's father walked Tiffany down the aisle.

Stefanie took over the photography duties and prowled around the edges of the ceremony snapping a hundred pictures. The justice of the peace performed the ceremony, rings and vows were exchanged and kisses sealed the deal. They were pronounced man and wife. No rice was allowed, since they were in the house. Champagne corks were popped and Allen played disc jockey. They danced a little, they drank a little and they ate a lot. Allen took requests and gave them everything from disco to the modern swing. Tiffany and Faxon danced with everyone at the wedding, including the justice of the peace. Kristal did a few rifts on the keyboard alongside Allen and they rocked the house! Even Kimmay played a bit from her Bach CD.

The justice of the peace left the party at eight, but the others kept things going until well past midnight. A few of the guests even watched the sun rise. It was close to three before Tiffany and Faxon turned in, and had an enjoyable sleep in their new trousseaus. Faxon thanked Tiffany for the most wonderful gift he had ever received. Although he didn't realize it, he in turn made Tiffany a complete woman that night. Their first daughter was conceived.

On Sunday morning, Tiffany handed out those wonderful 'morning-after-pills'. The inventor should have been canonized. Sinuses cleared up, throbbing heads turned into minor nuisances and stomachaches retreated away into obscurity. Life could once again be looked in the eye, even if they were still bloodshot.

Tiffany and Faxon led the group to St. Moritz for shopping. The band of friends marched through the alpine snow as it crunched beneath their feet, a testimony to an ultra-cold day. Their breath produced a fog around their heads, as the still air barely lifted their breath away. The weather was a perfect compliment to their shopping, as it lifted the fog of intoxication and returned their vigor and spirits.

Sunday night Jennifer and Melissa entertained the group as they processed the wedding pictures. They used the main office with Melissa working at Kimmay's desk and Jennifer working at Tiffany's. They uploaded their software and then took turns projecting pictures on the main screen as they cropped and adjusted color levels. The rest of the group sat around drinking and offering less-than-helpful advice. As people saw pictures that they liked, the photographers would immediately mail them off to their home computers. Melissa loaded the good printer with glossy photo paper, and they printed off some of the nicer pictures for Tiffany and Faxon's scrapbook.

Monday they went skiing. On Tuesday Kristal received a most unwanted call. Another crises had popped up in Washington and she had to return home. She apologized to everyone, and left with Jennifer early in the morning. The rest of the group spent the day at the house. Several of them went swimming, including Faxon in his two-piece suit. Stefanie complimented him and then made him turn green with envy when she came out in her two-piece. Stefanie's cosmetic surgeries had turned her into a bona-fide siren.

The entire group went skiing again on Wednesday, and then Faxon was forced to end his Cinderella story. Wednesday night Simon cut his hair and restyled it. He would still be able to switch back and forth between a male and feminine style, but his female style wouldn't be nearly as pretty as what he had been wearing for the last several days. He was sad, but also ready to move along to his next wedding. His family would be there, and he was looking forward to that.

On Thursday the second wedding show began. His father and step-mother, mother and brother and two cousins arrived. The men drove to Pontresina and picked up their tuxes. They then spent the evening at a private club. They had dinner and played poker at the club until midnight. Faxon had an enjoyable time. After the drinking and joviality, Faxon returned to Tiffany and the château, while the others retired to local bed and breakfasts.

On Friday everyone spent the first half of the day at Tiffany's château, getting tours and playing billiards. After lunch, the entire group went to the train station and traveled down to St. Moritz for rehearsal and another banquet. Faxon's mom made a fuss of herself as she rearranged several items at the church. His step-mother made a souse of herself at the rehearsal dinner and had to be taken back early.

On Saturday, preparations kept everyone moving along. Simon and George helped the women with their hair, and Simon even touched up Faxon. Everyone met at the château and finished dressing before they took the train into St. Moritz and the church. The church was filled with business associates from both Tiffany and Faxon's side. Both had small families, so their business acquaintances dominated the church. The wedding ceremony was long and its conclusion most welcome. The wedding party formed a line and greeted the guests as they filtered into the reception hall next door.

At the reception, after Tiffany and Faxon, the biggest attraction was Kimmay. A few people were brave enough to wander over and strike up a conversation with her. A few wanted autographs and some asked what it was like to travel around the galaxy. A couple of men even asked her to dance. Walter Wexler made it a point to stop by and chat with her.

"It's a lovely wedding, don't you think Miss. Kimmay?"

"I think so. What do you think Mr. Wexler?"

"Oh I agree, very nice. Tiffany is very beautiful today.

"I think she is always beautiful Mr. Wexler."

"Of course." Kimmay wasn't making chit-chat easy for Mr. Wexler. "It's amazing how fast time goes by. I still remember Faxon learning to ride his first bicycle."

"Time isn't absolute Mr. Wexler. Sometimes, when things are looking bleak, time even stops. They say it stands still … but that is all relative," she said with a sinister grin.

Mr. Wexler had no idea what she was talking about. Time stops? "It looks like we will be doing business together," he tried again.

Kimmay looked him in the eye and said very deliberately, "No Mr. Wexler, we will not."

He was very confused. The last time that he had talked business with Faxon, he had said the deal was going through. "I'm sorry to hear that. I thought Faxon told me that the contracts were all signed."

"They are Mr. Wexler. But I will not be dealing with you. I will deal with Faxon first, and then his daughters later. But I do not foresee you and me ever talking again after this day."

Walter was truly confused. Either he was missing something or Kimmay was being extremely rude. "I apologize if I have offended you in some way Miss. Kimmay."

"You haven't Mr. Wexler. Not yet. But we shall see if time stops or not." Kimmay left him standing alone and totally perplexed.

Kimmay searched out Faxon and asked him to dance. Faxon was flattered and quickly accepted. As they moved across the floor Kimmay thanked him for storing and protecting the Dragon Diamonds.

"It is my pleasure," Faxon responded.

"You don't understand," Kimmay explained. "Those boxes are more important than you can possibly imagine. No one can imagine how important they truly are. One day they will literally save our race."

Faxon didn't know how to respond. He mumbled something about one of the boxes being damaged when the couriers picked it up.

"I know," Kimmay answered. "It was mine. The hinge broke. Don't worry about that, you have performed an invaluable service for us all."

Faxon finished the dance and returned to his seat while scratching his head over Kimmay's comments.

A German polka band supplied the music and the champagne was once again brought forth. The festivities began. The meal was huge and the champagne was flowing freely; in fact a bit too freely. An inebriated dancer fell on the floor, causing a cascade of falling people. One of those people flipped a glass of champagne on Traci's dress. Traci tried to sop up the champagne but it had caused quite a mess. She excused herself from Kimmay and wandered into the kitchen looking for a towel and club soda. As she tried to clean her dress, she realized that the champagne had been spilled over the rear of her dress also. She found a large pantry, slipped in and locked the door. She took off her dress and started dabbing the club soda over the champagne when she heard some other people enter the kitchen.

"Nice wedding Faxon. Thanks for asking me to be best man."

"That's what brothers are for, right?"

"Absolutely. You know, I was worried if this wedding was going to happen at all."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you know dad. He's still pissed that you're marrying a guy. He wasn't going to come at all, but mom called him up and laid down the law."

"Guenther, I don't appreciate you calling my wife a guy," Traci could tell by his voice that he was angry.

"Hey, I just call them as I see them. He was so mad that he was going to toss you out of the insurance company and disown you completely. That would have been a shame. You would have been cut off from the family fortune and the business would have been all mine. But then I understand that you and your guy had dinner with dad and convinced him you knew what you were doing."

"If you say one more negative thing about Tiffany I'm out of here Guenther."

"Wait, before you go, let me show you something." Traci could hear them flipping through some papers.

Then she heard Faxon say, "You fucker! Where did you get these?"

"Gosh, Faxon dear brother, you need to be more careful with your computer. I mean these are very damaging pictures you know. I'll bet if dad saw you all dolled up in a wedding dress, he would probably disown you on the spot. Don't you think?"

"How did you get these?" Faxon demanded.

"I guess I can tell you now. Just a bit of business advice now that you won't need it any longer; be careful whom you hire and whom you promote. Those you leave behind can be very petty in their revenge. By the way, your IT director has his resignation on your desk even as we speak. He's going to be a vice-president at my bank. The bank that you will never have." Traci could hear someone walking away and then stop in mid-step.

"Sorry little brother, but all's fair in love and war. I guess you got the lover beautiful, but I get the family business." Traci heard a few more footsteps walking away and then they stopped again. Guenther had one more barb to throw, "By the way, that wedding dress of yours was to die for."

"Fuck off," Faxon screamed. Tracie heard Guenther walk out and the door slam closed behind him. She knew Faxon was still there, but she was afraid to open the pantry door and peak out. She didn't know where Faxon was or if he would see her. She waited a few more minutes and then heard a large pot slamming on the floor.

A new voice called from the far door, "Is everything ok in here?"

Faxon replied in a very shaky voice, "No problem, just dropped a pan."

Traci waited several more minutes until she was sure that Faxon had left. She finished cleaning her dress and put it back on. She slowly opened the door and glanced around to make sure no one was there, and then she returned to the banquet hall. She looked around for Faxon and saw him sitting next to Tiffany. He was looking blankly around the room while Tiffany was talking animatedly to some people Traci didn't know.

Traci returned to Kimmay and picked up her purse. "All better?" Kimmay asked.

"As best as I could do. I'm going to the restroom and use the hand dryer to dry my dress." As soon as Traci was in the bathroom she made a quick check to make sure she was alone and then locked the door. She pulled her secure sat-phone from her purse and called Jennifer.

"Traci, how's the wedding going?" Jennifer asked.

"Not good." She quickly told Jennifer about the conversation. "If we don't do something, Tiffany is going to be locked out of the family fortune. That's one of the things that she has to have for the plan. I wasn't sure if I should tell Kimmay or you first. I hope I've done the right thing by calling you."

Jennifer was calm, but there was a tone to her voice that Traci had heard before. That tone meant that there was serious business to attend to. "You did the right thing Traci, but for the wrong reason."

"What do you mean?"

"Calling me first was the right thing. Don't say anything to Tiffany or Kimmay. But your reason, to protect Tiffany's potential inheritance is the wrong reason. Money isn't that important. Family is. Tiffany is our family, and now Faxon is. He's being blackmailed and we can't have that. Not to our family. I'll handle everything Traci. Don't say a word to Tiffany or Kimmay, understand?"

"Yes."

 

After the wedding, Tiffany and Faxon returned to Lucerne. They had decided to make Davos Monstein their principal residence. Faxon kept an apartment in Zurich, but planned on staying with Tiffany at her residence in Lucerne. He used the AV-phone extensively, to run his insurance company. If he had his choice, he would have moved the company headquarters to Lucerne. But now he wondered just how much longer he would be employed. After his confrontation with his brother, he knew it was only time before Guenther gave the pictures to their dad. And that would be the end.

It took Faxon several days to tell Tiffany what had happened. She had several unsavory words for Guenther, but she didn't panic. She told Faxon that her company was always looking for a good executive. "Kimmay and I have several very interesting new technologies in the incubator stage and when they go commercial, we will need an experienced executive to guide the entrepreneurs. You would be ideal for that, Faxon. These people need a mentor with not only experience, but real-world experience. Your people skills are exceptional. Keep it in mind, ok?"

Life went on for two weeks with nothing happening. Faxon was continuously waiting for the phone call from his dad. It was obvious that Guenther was ambitious enough to use his pictures to get Faxon out of the way. Guenther wanted the company and he would get it. It was also obvious why his dad had been so negative towards Tiffany and the Eleven Lights Corporation. Picking them up as clients would have been a real plus for Faxon's career. It would have shown some serious business savvy. Guenther couldn't afford to have Faxon succeed in even the slightest way. It was now obvious that Guenther had been placing the negative ideas in dad's head. Guenther had been spying on Faxon, looking for a way to keep him from succeeding. Yes, it was only a matter of time before Guenther found the right moment, the right way to present his evidence.

 

It was three weeks later when Walter Wexler received an AV call from Washington D.C. "Mr. Wexler, my name is Jennifer Gayle. I am the executive assistant to the President of the United States. We met at Faxon and Tiffany's wedding a couple of weeks ago."

"Of course Miss Gayle, I remember you. How have you been?"

"As well as can be expected under the circumstances."

"Is there a problem?"

"Yes Mr. Wexler, there is."

"Can I do anything to help?"

"Can you meet with me on Wednesday morning? I'll be at your office by nine."

Walter took a quick look at his calendar and replied, "I can do that Miss. Gayle."

"Thank you Mr. Wexler."

 

Mr. Wexler's secretary handed Jennifer a cup of coffee and ushered her into see Walter. Walter glanced at the old grandfather clock standing against the opposite wall. "Good morning Miss. Gayle, I see that you believe in punctuality. It is a pleasure to see you again. My secretary gave you some coffee, can I offer you anything else? No, then would you please sit here?"

Jennifer took her seat. Walter began, "Please extend my best wishes to the President."

"I'm sorry Mr. Wexler, but I can't do that."

He was stunned by her rudeness. "And why not Miss. Gayle?"

"Because the President has no idea that I am here. I am here on personal business Mr. Wexler."

"I see Miss. Gayle. Please go ahead," he urged.

"I'm here to talk about family. You have a family Mr. Wexler. Two sons I believe?"

"Yes that's right," he said with a tinge of concern.

"I don't have much family. My father murdered my mother when I was one year old."

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said.

Jennifer wasn't listening. She continued, "Dad was a world class athlete; a boxer. He was tough as nails and extremely skillful. He was even ambidextrous; he could write with both hands. Along with all of that talent he also had an enormous temper. He used to hit my mother all the time. Part of it was my fault I was told. I was born a male, but Mom used to dress me in frilly clothes. That used to piss off my dad something awful. He didn't want a sissy for his son.

"So one night he hit mom harder than usual. I guess she died in a coma three days later. Dad went to jail for murder. He was given thirty years and I was given to my maternal grandmother. Grandma hated dad. She treated me as a girl and raised me as a girl. I was dressed in the most frilly and feminine clothes she could get her hands on. Then she would take pictures of me, and send them to my dad in prison. It drove him crazy and that seemed to be grannie's main goal in life. My grandmother spent her time torturing my dad.

"I on the other hand was raised as a sissy girl. You can imagine the fun I had with the other kids. Fortunately I inherited some of my dad's skills. I learned to defend myself early and ruthlessly. When I was old enough I started taking Tae Kwon Do. I learned fast and I used it often. I still dressed as a girl and as I got older I learned to be a girl. But I also learned to take care of myself."

Walter had no idea where this was going, but he was feeling ill at ease.

"Grandma passed away when I was fifteen. I ended up in a couple of foster homes, and the last one was with a professional photographer. My foster dad was a cool guy. He encouraged me to be more feminine and softer, and as I did that, he in turn taught me photography. He was a good man.

"It was because of my self defense skills as well as my photographic skills that I met Krysallis. She was an aspiring model and she needed some one like me. And I needed someone like her. The first time she interviewed me, she told me right out that she was a transvestite. She knew that I was also, and it seemed to be a bond between us. In fact that bond grew stronger and stronger.

"After a while she became my family. I spent all of my time with Krysallis; wherever Krysallis went, Jennifer went. She taught me what loyalty and family are all about. She had great parents, and I liked her sister Karen very much. Later I met Melissa and Cynthia, Kimmay's parents. They were honest and fair people just like Krysallis. Melissa was also a transvestite. It was a bond with another good person. She became part of my family. And later Kimmay came along.

"Later, the group of us was challenged like nothing you can possibly imagine, Mr. Wexler." Jennifer stared right through Walter Wexler and it chilled his blood. She ignored him as she continued her narration. "We had the entire United States government trying to silence us. They tried to kill Melissa and Kimmay, and they succeeded in killing Amanda. The bastards tried to kill my surrogate family. Mr. Wexler, that ate at my soul. When given the opportunity, I wanted to kill in return."

Mr. Wexler stood and began walking towards his desk.

"Please sit Mr. Wexler, you are in no danger. And I am sorry if I sounded so melodramatic. I merely wished to explain to you why I consider my extended family to be so important to me. Please sit. I promise you that I mean you no harm."

Walter returned to his chair. "I should get to the point shouldn't I? I need you to understand that I will be protective of my family. One of my family is being blackmailed. I take that very serious."

"Miss. Gayle, I assure you that I am not involved in anything so nefarious."

"Of course not Mr. Wexler. I know that. The problem is not you, it is your son. He has some pictures that he shouldn't have. And he is talking about using them to expose a member of my family."

"Faxon?"

"No Mr. Wexler, your other son. He has some pictures that he stole. I have come to you Mr. Wexler because he is your son. I do not intend to confront him, but as important as family is to me, I thought that your sons might be just as important to you."

"What do you want me to do?"

"That is your decision Mr. Wexler."

"I'll have him return the pictures immediately."

"Mr. Wexler, we already have enough prints. We don't need anymore."

Walter was at a loss as to what to say or do. "If you don't want the pictures back, if you already have them I don't understand the problem. What can he do with them?"

"He can simply destroy them."

"How bad are these pictures?"

"They aren't nearly as bad as he thinks. They are embarrassing, I will admit that. But they are not fatal. No one is going to jump off a bridge or lose much sleep over them if they are made public."

"Jennifer, I'm sorry that he stole the pictures, and I will certainly talk with him, but I don't see the problem."

"Mr. Wexler, there is some bad news for you. Because he did this, or rather tried to do this to my family, I have already taken some actions of my own. There is a price to be paid for what he did." Jennifer reached into her purse and pulled out a large envelope. She tossed it to Mr. Wexler.

He opened the envelope and looked at the pictures. "Who are they?"

"They are clients of yours. You have never met them, because they are very jealous of their privacy. They need to guard their privacy very carefully because Kristal and the United States government want them. They looted our country and drove us into bankruptcy. They bankrolled and ran a fascist government that for thirty years suppressed its citizens and tried to kill my extended family.

"And now they are your largest clients. They have billions and billions hidden in your banks and vaults. They keep you eating and living as well as you do Mr. Wexler. We have been looking for them and their money for a long time. But it seems that your company has taken full advantage of the refuge that your country's banking laws provide you. Frankly I would have never found their money if Guenther hadn't given me reason to launch a full-scale investigation into him and your company."

Jennifer paused to take a deep breath and then leaned forward towards Mr. Wexler. "Now you and your company must pay for your son's indiscretions. I want all of their money returned to my country."

"I can't just take their money and give it to you."

"And I want it all, every cent within thirty days. I'm sorry but there will be no negotiations over this. If you try and transfer it through the system to wash it away, I will then ask you personally to make good for them."

"That's impossible Jennifer. I couldn't do it even if I wanted to, and I don't intend to do it. You can't make me."

"Yes I can Mr. Wexler. Now that I know where the money is located and who is responsible for it, I can certainly insist on it. And I want to make this perfectly clear to you Mr. Wexler, the reason I am here is because your son decided to blackmail someone."

Jennifer stood up, "I have had my say Mr. Wexler. The money will be returned in thirty days."

Walter stood also, "Don't think you can come in here and try and intimidate me. I have more connections than you can possibly imagine. I'll have my government throw you and your friends out of here on your collective ears."

Jennifer seemed ever so contrite, and she gestured as if the conversation was over stated. "I'm sorry Mr. Wexler, I didn't intend to intimidate you. That is such a … weak word. I meant it as a threat."

"How dare you threaten me! Is this how your precious President does business?"

Jennifer straightened her coat and took a step towards Mr. Wexler. "I told you before that the President has no idea that I am here. No one knows that I am here except you and me. If the President were involved, you would have no options left Mr. Wexler. She would put so much pressure on your government that they would have no choice but to investigate and eventually shut down your entire organization. You would lose everything.

"I on the other hand have given you an option, either return their money, or return your money. It makes no difference to me Mr. Wexler. If you do that, your company will not be subjected to the spotlight that you deserve. But let's be entirely clear about something. I have told you as clearly as I can, this is because of family. I will do whatever I can to assist and protect my family. You Mr. Wexler are not part of my family. And neither is Guenther. You will get no generosity or compassion from me.

"However, Faxon is now married to Tiffany, and therefore he is now part of my family. He will get my consideration." Jennifer walked to the door and placed her hand on the doorknob, "Do you have any other questions Mr. Wexler? Because after I leave, we will not discuss this further."

Walter Wexler stood perfectly still and glared at Jennifer.

"Good day Mr. Wexler."

Walter Wexler was shaking with fear and rage. He was in big trouble and he knew it. And Jennifer had made it perfectly clear who was at fault. He slapped the button on his desk and screamed, "I want Guenther on my phone in ten seconds!"

 

That evening Faxon received a message from his father. "Be in my office at nine tomorrow morning. And don't be late!"

"The shit is about to hit the proverbial fan," Faxon told Tiffany.

"Can I come with you?"

"No. This is something that I have to do on my own. I will be home tonight, but I have no idea when."

"I'll have a cold beer waiting for you," she smiled.

"Make that two, eh?"

 

Faxon was given a cup of coffee and sent into his father's office immediately. As soon as the door was closed his father said, "Sit," and he pointed to the chair on the other side of his desk. Walter Wexler had a huge teak desk and other than the computer, there was nothing else on the desk. As soon as Faxon took his seat Walter threw a stack of pictures on his desk. "What are these?" he demanded.

"They look like pictures to me," Faxon said with a small smile.

"Don't be a smart ass! Explain."

Faxon set his coffee mug on the desk and gathered up the pictures. He looked at the first one and then threw it on the desk. It slid across the desk and ended upside down in front of his father. Walter turned it right side up.

"That's a picture of me in my wedding dress. I'm with Melissa May, Kimmay's mother."

He slid the next picture across the desk. "That's me and Tiffany." He tossed the next picture over. "That's me in my wedding dress, standing next to Kimmay in her bridesmaid dress. It's a very attractive dress, don't you think?" He didn't wait for an answer. The next picture slid across the desk. "That's me in my wedding dress standing next to Kimmay and Kristal."

"Who?"

"Kimmay and Kristal."

Walter seemed surprised, "Kristal Horn?"

"Yes, the President of the United States." Faxon flipped through the pictures and tossed another picture. "That's Kristal with Tiffany and me." He tossed another, "That's me and Jennifer, Kristal's bodyguard. Gosh it looks like I'm in all of these pictures. I must be the star." Faxon tossed the rest of the pictures on the desk.

Walter took a deep breath. He looked different to Faxon. He looked smaller. In a quiet voice he said, "Tell me about these pictures. When were they taken, what was the purpose? Please tell me about them. I would like to know."

Faxon was surprised by his father's tone of voice. He expected this to be a screaming affair, and here he was talking quietly and civilly.

"I'm a transvestite dad. I have been ever since I can remember. I hid it for my entire life. I denied it to everyone including myself. And then I met Tiffany. Somehow she instinctively knew who and what I was. She accepted me as I was. She accepted Faxon the transvestite. She nourished him and fed him and nurtured him. She treated me like a real, loving person. There were no recriminations, no insults, and no second-guessing. She encouraged me to be what I wanted. I no longer felt like a freak that had to hide from society. I fell in love with her. Tiffany is the most magnanimous and loving person I have ever met. I simply fell in love with her.

"When I asked her to marry me, she offered to marry me with us both wearing a wedding gown. It's something every transvestite dreams about; even me. I accepted her offer. The weekend before Tiffany and I said our vows in St. Moritz, we were actually married at her Davos Monstein château. We invited our friends a week early and got married in front of them."

"All of these people knew that you were a transvestite?"

"They've all known for a long time."

"And none of them cared? None of them objected?"

"Dad, most of them were transvestites at one time in their life. Kristal was a transvestite before she was transformed into a real woman. Jennifer was a transvestite, Kimmay was a transvestite, Tiffany was a transvestite, Melissa was a transvestite and Stefani is still a transvestite although she lives full time as a woman. None of them objected. In fact, they congratulated me over and over."

"Hmmmm," he mused. "I will admit that you make a pretty bride. You look very convincing."

Now Faxon was totally stunned. "Thanks."

Walter swept all of the pictures into a stack and then went through them again. He handed one of the pictures to Faxon, "That's Stefani, isn't it?"

"Yea."

"And she's not really a girl? She's a guy?"

"Yea."

"I danced with her. I thought she was very pretty."

He put the pictures on his desk. His tone of voice changed, "I have a lot to learn. Faxon, I need your help."

"What?" Faxon asked.

"I've just fired Guenther from his position. He is out of the business forever. His crude attempt to blackmail you and discredit us is about to ruin our company. Without your help, this company is gone."

"What's wrong?"

"Jennifer Gayle came to my office two days ago. Faxon she threatened me and the company, and then she made it very clear that the only one that can save us is her family. You are now her family."

"I am?"

"You married Tiffany. Tiffany is family, you are family. She was especially pissed about Guenther. She didn't even want the pictures back. There was no way to placate her or rectify his bone-headed ploy. Guenther has been hiding money for some of the families that looted the United States. They are worth billions and we hold their money. I either hand over their money or we make up the difference with our own money. Faxon, she threatened me."

Faxon was really confused, "What actually did she threaten?"

"I'm not even sure. She made it abundantly clear that I have no choice. Faxon you know her, what will she do?"

Faxon swallowed, "She will do exactly what she said she will do. She does not bluff."

"Then what do we do? I need your help Faxon. This is going to be your company someday, Guenther is out forever. You have to help me. You know these people. Talk with Kimmay."

"Dad, take a deep breath and tell me the whole story. Give me the entire conversation as best as you remember it."

Walter told him everything in accurate detail. When he finished he again said, "Talk with Kimmay and ask her what she wants."

"Dad, I don't think Kimmay has any input here. This sounds exactly like Jennifer said. This is Jennifer's show."

"No Faxon, you don't understand. Kimmay knew about this. She knew about everything. She told me at your wedding."

"What did she tell you?" Faxon was puzzled. "What could Kimmay know about this?"

"At the wedding Kimmay and I talked. She said that I would never be involved in business with her. She said first you and then your daughters would deal with her, but I would not. And she said something else. Faxon it made no sense at the time. But now it does. She scares me more than Jennifer, Faxon. She scares the shit out of me."

"What did she say?"

"She said that time is relative. She said when things look really bleak, time can come to a stop."

"I don't understand. So what?"

"So when Jennifer was here I looked at the clock on the wall. It stopped, Faxon. The entire time that she was in my office that clock never made one tick. And the second that she left, it started working again."

"What?" Faxon couldn't believe what he had just heard. "Are you sure?"

"Positive."

Faxon leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He was trying to remember something, something that Tiffany had said. He remembered, and in a whisper he repeated, "She lied."

"Kimmay lied?" Walter asked.

"Oh dad, this is way over our heads. Way over. I need Tiffany, I have to get Tiffany here."

"What are we going to do?" The desperation in his voice was evident.

"We do nothing. Nothing until I talk with Tiffany. I'll be back tomorrow. Just hold tight and hang on. I'll be back tomorrow." Faxon quickly walked out and headed to the train station. This was too important for an AV-call. He had to talk with Tiffany in person.

 

The next morning, before Tiffany and Faxon were even seated, Walter was asking questions. "Did you talk with Jennifer? Is she still on insisting on us giving that money back? What about Kimmay? What did she say?"

Tiffany took her seat and sipped her coffee. She wasn't going to answer. This was Faxon's job. "We talked with Jennifer, dad. She has agreed to give us sixty days if we make at least a considerable down payment within thirty days."

"She won't work with you?"

"She has given us thirty additional days, dad. But she isn't going to change her mind. Guenther pissed her off big time, and she says that we will return all of the money."

"It's going to kill us Faxon. Guenther showed me where he put it, and it is mostly in long term investments with penalties."

"We're stuck then," Faxon said.

"What if we don't do it?"

"It's not an option, dad."

"But what will she do?"

Tiffany stepped in, "Mostly likely she will simply hand the information over to Kristal. Kristal will then go to your government and demand the money. You can stall longer, but you will still pay back the money. The down side is once the government gets involved you never know where it will end."

"Tiffany, you know her. Can I talk with her? Will she negotiate?"

"No. She made it perfectly clear what she wants. Actually, this is quite a move for her. She has learned a lot from Kristal."

"What do you mean?" Faxon asked.

"In the old days, she would have went straight after Guenther and it would have been very messy. He would have paid dearly. But this is more a Kristal move. Jennifer put the entire onus on Guenther's family. You decided his fate, not Jennifer. The damage he's done to his family is worse than anything that Jennifer could have done to him."

"Well that's just wonderful," Walter said sarcastically. "Jennifer is getting clever."

"Dad, we have no choice in this matter. We do what she asks and we do it in good faith. We start with the accounts that have the lowest penalty. We shift other accounts to try and move money into areas where we have to pay the big penalties. If we move at a reasonable pace, maybe I can get a few more days from Jennifer. That might allow us to reach quarterly dates and save a few more penalties."

"And what do we tell the people losing their money?"

"Nothing. We do it and it's a fait accompli. We stop all updates, freeze out their account information and stall until the money is out. Then we simply thank them for returning their stolen money to the rightful owners. I don't think they can afford to say much, and if they do, we take the high road and say we helped them do what was right."

"Our reputation will be mud. This is going to cost us more than just these accounts. People will find out."

"And you know what dad, it's going to be the people that are hiding stolen money. They're the ones that are going to run. Yes, we are going to suffer short term, but if you let me go after new business, I can make it up in five or ten years."

"How?"

"By using the good name of Kristal and Tiffany and Kimmay. How would you like to have Kristal pass your name along at an Embassy gathering? Or suggest to her Fed that we can be trusted and helpful on international transactions? Might there not be some potential there?"

Walter scratched his beard. He hadn't shaved in two days. He looked at Tiffany, "Might she do this for us?"

"Faxon is now 'family'. Kristal is extremely generous to her friends and family."

Walter sighed, "We don't have much choice. Faxon, it's up to you to save us. I'll do what you say."

"Good," said Tiffany. "I'm sure that you have lot's of details to dig into, so I can leave. But before I go, Mr. Wexler would you please tell me word for word what Kimmay told you at the wedding?"

"Why do you need to know?"

"Well it's rather important. It doesn't have much to do with money, but it has a lot to do with Kimmay. She lied about something very important. I need to find out why."

"What was it? That she can stop time?"

"Exactly. People aren't supposed to be able to control time, Mr. Wexler."

 

Faxon returned to Lucerne two days later. Tiffany and Faxon talked about Jennifer and Kimmay. Faxon told Tiffany his plan to save the company and still return the money to the United States. Faxon also explained some of the ramifications of the week's crisis. He would inherit the company, sooner rather than later. Walter was realizing that he was falling out of touch with some of the new geopolitical situations, and the company needed some fresh ideas. Faxon would have to accept the leadership role and Walter would provide his experience to Faxon, in a consulting role.

It was very exciting for Faxon. He was finally starting to earn his father's respect. It was something that he had wanted for many years. As difficult as the coming years were going to be, Faxon was looking forward to them. Business was going to be a challenge, but also rewarding.

"I'm glad things are looking up," Tiffany said as they cuddled in bed. "I have some more good news for you."

"What?"

"We're going to have a baby daughter."

"That's wonderful," Faxon said as he kissed her. "We have a lot to do."

They talked and planned until the small hours of the morning. When they were too exhausted to continue Faxon said, "I guess this means the end of these negligees I've been wearing."

"What do you mean?" Tiffany asked.

"I can't cross-dress in front of my daughter."

"Yes you can," Tiffany said. "I insist on it. We will hold no secrets from our daughter. She will see her father exactly as he is. And she will see that her mother loves her father very much."

"Are you sure?"

"It's imperative." Tiffany said. "Now go to sleep."

 

With help from Tiffany, Faxon turned out to be a fine businessman. His family business took a serious hit when they had to return the money that had been stolen from the United States. That was compounded when 'questionable' money was withdrawn by other clients. Their net deposits dropped by forty percent because of the withdrawals and some downsizing was required.

But Faxon kept the company together long enough for the money from Kristal, Kimmay and Tiffany to resurrect their fortunes. Tiffany and Kimmay immediately moved their entire banking business into Faxon's hands. Five years later in 2045, Kristal began moving her new family fortune to Faxon's company. Faxon handled all of the banking, insurance, security, and money concerns for Adam and Kristal's international entertainment enterprise. The Rothstein fortune was assured.

With Tiffany's gentle urging, Faxon became a leader in European business fashion. Faxon kept his curly 'male' hairstyle but eventually he allowed his hair to grow longer and his tight curls evolved into larger and softer curls. He always wore earrings and when he didn't wear a tie he wore a simple chain necklace. As he got older, and more successful, the tie disappeared and the chain necklace became more varied and even prettier. Faxon never lost his love for mascara, and he wore at least a small amount of mascara at all times. For evening appointments when the lighting was dimmer, he usually added an extra coat of mascara and touch of blush. On some occasions, Faxon also wore a neutral or very light lipstick.

Staying true to his softer side, Faxon quickly tossed out all of his male underwear and converted to panties and camisoles. Even male socks were thrown away in favor of knee socks and opaque silk stockings. Faxon discovered that he loved the style and cut and feel of women's slacks. They often had comfortable pleats sewn into the front and the styles he preferred didn't have pockets. He preferred women's suits as long as the cut and style of the coat wasn't too feminine. Tiffany found a tailor in Lucerne that made excellent quality skirted business suits for her, and Faxon soon had the tailor making panted business suits for him. Faxon even went so far as to have some suits supplied with two pair of slacks, one of which was cut much tighter, and he would wear a corset with them.

Faxon also stayed true to Tiffany's wishes concerning his cross-dressing in front of his daughters. Faxon kept his cross-dressing to weekends primarily, although he always wore negligees and babydolls. On weekends he usually wore a nice dress or skirt around the house, and he always wore makeup. On Saturday night he and Tiffany often donned elegant and glamorous dresses, curled their hair and went out for dinner and entertainment.

Their daughters Gabrielle and Lissa, grew up with their father's dressing habits, and they thought it was totally normal. It was built into their very earliest memories and they never had second thoughts.

The girls inherited their mother's talents for music and science. They were very good singers and extremely intelligent. As with many families, mom had her favorite and dad had his. Gabrielle knew how to twist Faxon around her little finger and get whatever she wanted. She followed Faxon around the house when she was little, and later followed him towards the banking and financing side of their businesses.

Lissa had Tiffany's number and also her love of physics. While Lissa would never be able to match her mom's or Kimmay's inherent ability with String Theory, Lissa's knowledge of science served her well as the Eleven Lights Corporation continued to push the boundaries of technology and lead the world towards the adoption of String Theory into everyday products. Lissa supplied the managerial expertise while Melissa's daughters, Cynthia and Maria, and Kimmay's twins provided the science. Their science leaped many generations ahead of the rest of the world. At Kimmay's urging, they hid their technology even as they developed miracles and magic. The Dragon Diamond conspiracy stretched their imagination and sharpened their talons. It was a team of extraordinary talent and balance. Lissa eventually used their technology to lead mankind to the stars.

Under everything else the girls learned and grew up with, Tiffany subtly indoctrinated them into the ideas of the Matriarchy. From their youngest days, they were encouraged to take control and make difficult decisions. They were encouraged to be leaders. Tutors and visiting teachers handled their early schooling. They spent their elementary years in the best prep schools in Switzerland and college was in the Netherlands.

When each girl reached eighteen, Tiffany took her on a private trip to the United States. They spent a couple of days with Kimmay and a couple of days with Krysallis and they were introduced to the Matriarchy. They were shown their purpose and responsibility in life. It was a difficult lesson for each girl. They went from rich and carefree, to bearing a lifelong burden and responsibility. But Tiffany had raised two strong girls. They accepted their responsibilities and acted accordingly. They strengthened their life-long friendships with their 'cousins' and officially opened the lines of communications between their future empires. They shared their fears and hopes, and then returned to Europe to finish their education and training.

On their twenty-first birthday, Tiffany took each girl to Cairo to meet Ginger. Ginger introduced them to the menace of corporate religion and the problems with a male dominated society. If ever they had had any doubts about the necessity of their task, Ginger dispelled those doubts. The girls were introduced to Ginger's daughters, and the initial bonds of friendship and business were forged. The second layer was entering the game.

 

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