Meanwhile, back in Argentina, Bengiman Pruce had spent most of the afternoon on a lounge chair, covered in coconut oil, beside the large shimmering swimming pool at the Estate. He had been feeling much better, now the ear infections were cleared up, Bengiman was doing his best to soak up the hot rays of the Argentine sun, it was a sweltering 95 degrees, of pure heat, and he had to be careful when cooling off in the pool not to get any water into his ear canals. He let out a deep sigh taking a sip off his Pims and lemonade, a favorite of his from back home. Bengiman was bored out of his mind. Carlo and Aphina were back in Spain with their parents, Felina was busy giving riding lessons at the stables, the maids were busy with their cleaning and Serena was off on a decorating tangent. There was no one for Bengiman to have a chat with, nor anyone to play a nice game of chess with. Bengiman's well tanned, muscular body glistened in the sun as he watched from behind his black aviator sunglasses as Serena and here workman buzzed about the pool house like busy bees in a hive. For while Charles was away she had come up with the grand idea to turn the pool house into a little home for Charles so he could have more privacy and feel like he was at home in America. Now, unbeknownst to Serena, this angered Bengiman for he wondered why no one in the family had done that for him. Though of course he was forgetting Felina had opened up the Cock and Bull, an English pub in the city, for him to feel like he was back at home in England, before he was even brought over to Buenos Aires. This was the very same pub Felina closed, after having been brutally raped in the kitchen of , and that is where Charles, that fucking bastard, had come into their lives. Now Bengiman did not hate anyone, but he did loathe and despise Charles with every fiber of his being. Bengiman could not stand the sight of Charles, for well he knew Felina still had strong feelings for the 'good doctor', and that they had a brief, torrid, sexual affair before Charles began working for Xation, and that was over a year ago, but Bengiman still could not let it go. Probably because Bengiman had been in love with Felina since he first met her outside his shop, that New Year's eve, back in Soho, so long ago. Now this current display of love affection for Charles disturbed Bengiman to his core, for he did not want praise being heaped upon Charles anymore. It was very annoying to have Serena going to all this trouble to take care of Felina's sweet, and cherished, American savior.
"You better hurry Serena they are due back any time now!" Bengiman shouted then he noticed, when Serena bent over, just how much weight Serena had lost over the last 7 days. Now it so happened when Felina confiscated his cocaine and marijuana from him, per doctor's orders, she gave the 8 ball of Peruvian marching powder, and the ounce of Afghani Queen to Serena, whom was supposed to return it to Bengiman. However, Serena needed to lose some of the holiday weight she had gained before she flew back to Texas next week, for she could not let Haze see her overweight. This was crucial in her mind. So in lieu of food she snorted up all the cocaine over seven days, and to calm herself she would smoke a nice joint or two out on her balcony over looking the pool house. Now through the powerful creative effects on her mind from the cannabis the grandiose idea came to her to redecorate and re-purpose the pool house, to make a nice little home for Charles whom the Diaz family worshipped and adored for the brave and clever American had gained a 'god-like' status among the Diaz clan. Saving the life of one of them usually will accomplish that.
"Bengiman come and look we are finally finished!" Serena said as she flitted about like a humming bird looking for it's nectar, as she hurriedly arranged a few of the potted palms by the front door of the 1200 sq. ft. Spanish colonial style building, with it's rose granite columns and long expanses of windows.
"I'm sure it's fine." Bengiman grumbled, unable to hid the jealous tone in his voice.
"Bengiman, sweetheart please, I have worked very hard, and now I need your praise.., come on just a little, it will do my heart good." Serena smiled as she stood there in her blue jean shorts and her little white t-shirt and sneakers.
"Grr..," Bengiman bemoaned setting his drink down, forcing himself up, out of his comfortable place in the sun.
So he went over, going in and Serena had done an amazing job, any bachelor would have loved it, with it's grey walls, hardwood floors, black napa leather sofas and recliners gathered around a massive big screen t.v., and all the newest and latest technology from B+O stereo equipment that 1992 had to offer. There were colorful Chagall, real masterpieces, hanging on the freshly painted walls, a tiny little kitchen with a fully stocked bar, filled with the finest liquors, and Waterford crystal glass and stem ware. The bedroom had a California King size bed with an ornately carved Italian headboard from the 18th century and the more Bengiman saw of the little house, he began to have the overwhelming urge to set it all on fire. But he loved and respected Serena, more than he loathed Charles, so Mr.Pruce told her how lovely it all was and what a fine job she had done, and Serena was very talented. This was all true and Serena was glad to hear his words, so she gave him a little hug and a kiss, as he towered over her in the door way. As they stepped outside Serena wondered when her brother and Charles would return, but before she could ask this of Bengiman, they heard the familiar roar of Xation's Lear jet soaring above their heads as it streaked across the sky coming in for a landing.
"Here they come!" Serena shouted out with great excitement.
Mr.Pruce suddenly felt sick to his stomach, so saying not a word he went back over and laid himself back down on his lounge chair, like giant brown bear basking in the sun, having no idea of the excitement to come.
"You better hurry Serena they are due back any time now!" Bengiman shouted then he noticed, when Serena bent over, just how much weight Serena had lost over the last 7 days. Now it so happened when Felina confiscated his cocaine and marijuana from him, per doctor's orders, she gave the 8 ball of Peruvian marching powder, and the ounce of Afghani Queen to Serena, whom was supposed to return it to Bengiman. However, Serena needed to lose some of the holiday weight she had gained before she flew back to Texas next week, for she could not let Haze see her overweight. This was crucial in her mind. So in lieu of food she snorted up all the cocaine over seven days, and to calm herself she would smoke a nice joint or two out on her balcony over looking the pool house. Now through the powerful creative effects on her mind from the cannabis the grandiose idea came to her to redecorate and re-purpose the pool house, to make a nice little home for Charles whom the Diaz family worshipped and adored for the brave and clever American had gained a 'god-like' status among the Diaz clan. Saving the life of one of them usually will accomplish that.
"Bengiman come and look we are finally finished!" Serena said as she flitted about like a humming bird looking for it's nectar, as she hurriedly arranged a few of the potted palms by the front door of the 1200 sq. ft. Spanish colonial style building, with it's rose granite columns and long expanses of windows.
"I'm sure it's fine." Bengiman grumbled, unable to hid the jealous tone in his voice.
"Bengiman, sweetheart please, I have worked very hard, and now I need your praise.., come on just a little, it will do my heart good." Serena smiled as she stood there in her blue jean shorts and her little white t-shirt and sneakers.
"Grr..," Bengiman bemoaned setting his drink down, forcing himself up, out of his comfortable place in the sun.
So he went over, going in and Serena had done an amazing job, any bachelor would have loved it, with it's grey walls, hardwood floors, black napa leather sofas and recliners gathered around a massive big screen t.v., and all the newest and latest technology from B+O stereo equipment that 1992 had to offer. There were colorful Chagall, real masterpieces, hanging on the freshly painted walls, a tiny little kitchen with a fully stocked bar, filled with the finest liquors, and Waterford crystal glass and stem ware. The bedroom had a California King size bed with an ornately carved Italian headboard from the 18th century and the more Bengiman saw of the little house, he began to have the overwhelming urge to set it all on fire. But he loved and respected Serena, more than he loathed Charles, so Mr.Pruce told her how lovely it all was and what a fine job she had done, and Serena was very talented. This was all true and Serena was glad to hear his words, so she gave him a little hug and a kiss, as he towered over her in the door way. As they stepped outside Serena wondered when her brother and Charles would return, but before she could ask this of Bengiman, they heard the familiar roar of Xation's Lear jet soaring above their heads as it streaked across the sky coming in for a landing.
"Here they come!" Serena shouted out with great excitement.
Mr.Pruce suddenly felt sick to his stomach, so saying not a word he went back over and laid himself back down on his lounge chair, like giant brown bear basking in the sun, having no idea of the excitement to come.
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