Published: 25 Apr 2022

We had a deal to put together a show that would tour for seven months, a long time to be away from people you knew and cared about, but I would have my friend and mentor with me, Robin, who was not new to touring, not new to drag shows, and he knew a lot of performers who would jump at the chance to perform for months at a time. We called the tour the “Search for Love” tour and within 3 months we had to replace 3 of the performers who had done just that, they thought they had found love and abandoned the tour, so at the next club we held auditions and replaced two in that city and the third one in the next city. It didn’t happen often so we never did acts that required all 10 of us on stage at any given time. Having 10 on the bill did attract the crowds though and at the beginning, for the first three years, we had about the same number leave us every tour. We always left to start the tours in February and were back home usually by the first week in September. I would attend the first semester of a school year usually in person and finish up the year online, sometimes taking final exams at a reciprocating college wherever we happened to be at the time.

I finished my 4 year degree, a BA in economics and finance and began right away on my masters in business administration. In our fifth year of touring, and our fifth month of a 7 month tour, while in Miami for the week, Robin was diagnosed with cancer of the throat and never told any of us about it. He used a numbing throat spray and changed his song choices around to what he could handle without raising my suspicions. Chuck and Dave had long ago left us to live in sunny California and we now used a very reliable touring security company like the rock bands did. Robin died that same November, leaving his share of our company to me and his accumulated wealth and possessions to his brother Chuck.

Harry Prentice and I both took his death hard and he offered to find me another partner, but I felt I had the youth and experience now to be able to go on a couple of more years, headlining and managing the troupe and he chuckled for the first time since the funeral and he told me that within 2 years I’d be worth more that three million dollars, I really didn’t have to keep touring, or performing for that matter, any way in 8 years, at 30, I’d be receiving that five hundred thousand from Jerry’s estate trust. I’d received my masters only a month before Robin died.

And what about Chad you ask? Well Chad was still a friend. He still worked for Ray and he was the classic good looking hunk that tried to do too much too soon. He had a little drinking problem that got out of hand so with Ray’s help I got him into a drying out program and paid for his therapy. Ray now had him doing the books for the bar and the other businesses, like the apartment building where I still maintained my apartment and lived for five months out of the year. Chad now had a lover he met while in rehab and they were good together and I saw them several times during the months I lived in the apartment.

So at almost 23 I was still on the road managing and performing in the troupe. We had started in Arizona this particular year and we were now in Las Vegas for 10 days. We were not performing in a gay club or bar, this was an entertainment city and we were appearing in a casino theater, earning three times what we normally did, but on loan to the casino because the gay club we were supposed to be in had burned to the ground. The owners of the clubs we were touring for this year didn’t have any one bar or club that could take us for that period of time so we were “loaned” to this casino and were doing really well. We just had to turn over a third of our earnings to the guys we couldn’t work for because of the fire.

I was sunning by the pool at the casino’s hotel one afternoon after we had been there a few days. I had just completed my daily workout and was letting my body relax in the sun with plenty of sun block on when a waiter tripped on a paving tile and spilt a tray of plastic cupped cocktails all over me. I was startled into alertness and searched out the cause of my drenching and noticed the waiter on the ground at the foot of the chaise next to mine. He was hurt, the blood on the ground and his face told me that, so I hurried over to him with the clean pool towel I had just picked up and used that to try and stem the blood coming from a cut on his handsome face, right at the top of his cheekbone on the right side.

My cell in hand I called for an ambulance and they appeared so quickly that the casino security hadn’t even reached us yet. They bundled the now moaning waiter up and carted him away and I gathered up my things and went to the casino’s hotel wing where our troupe was housed for 10 days, took a quick shower in my single room and dressed quickly after, and then rushed out front and took a cab to the hospital the EMT had told me they were taking the waiter to.

I was told at the desk in emergency that he was stable and awake, having been stitched up, and was already moved to a ward. They gave me the room number. Now you might wonder why they released all that information to me, someone who didn’t even know the guy’s name. I think handing them a black AMX card to cover his expenses might have had something to do with it. I now knew his name, Simon Black, that he was 21 years old, he had a student card on him from UNLV, the University of Nevada, Las Vegas. There was no medical coverage card in his wallet nor was there any emergency numbers there either.

I went up to the room he had been placed in, a ward room with seven other beds there. I saw the crowded space and went out to the desk in the hall and asked if there was a private room available and when told that Simon had no medical coverage again, I again pulled out the black card and secured him a private room. From what I had learned in the emergency room Simon would only have to be held overnight to make sure there was no concussion, but I wanted him comfortable for the night. You see, I think I knew what had happened. While laying in the sun after working out, I was wearing a small thong swimsuit. It was so small that it could barely contain my big dick, but I knew it would, I’d had the suit custom made for me to contain my endowment, but as I had seen the hunky waiter approach I had flexed my dick and made it move in the tight pouch and I was sure that was why Simon had tripped and fell. I felt responsible and I hated the fact that he would now have a scar on that handsome face, caused by me.

The staff did a great job of quickly moving Simon into a single private room and when he was settled in I went in and sat at his bedside, waiting just a short time until he woke. As he took in his surroundings he had a worried expression on his face, which turned into a smile when he caught sight of me sitting to his right. He tried to speak but his voice was dry and hoarse and so I grabbed the water cruet and poured some ice water into a glass and held it to his lips and let him sip some to moisten his throat. That done I started to apologize for causing his fall and he grinned and said it was worth it, if it brought me to his bedside. The nurse now was in the room and checking him over, now the anesthesia had started to wear off and she explained that they felt he was alright, but he had been knocked out and they were just going to keep him in overnight and he would most likely be released in the morning. Again he started to look worried so I asked what was wrong and he told us he couldn’t afford all this, he didn’t know how he was going to be able to pay for what they had already done for him. The nurse laughed and said all his expenses had already been taken care of and pointed to me.

It took him a minute to take that in and he then turned to me and asked just one question, “Why?” I responded that I felt terrible about what had happened, and it was my fault that he had tripped and lost his balance and fell, He blushed and I told him that there were easier ways to meet someone. But having a hot guy fall at my feet was certainly one way of getting my attention. He smiled so nicely that I took his hand and he let me hold it, in fact he flexed his hand in mine and returned the grip I was giving his hand.

I began asking him questions, like what was he studying in school, was the waiters job to earn money for his schooling, was he single or seeing someone, you know, the kind of “getting to know you” questions you ask someone you’ve just met and want to know more about.

I learned he was in his third year as a student in the Lee Business School at UNLV, striving for his Bachelor of Science in business administration in real estate, he had received a scholarship to attend there and he loved it, he planned to intern at a licensed real estate office and some day open his own office and maybe build his own subdivision somewhere. He had no family and had been orphaned in his senior year in high school. He knew he was gay. But had never had anything other than mutual jerk-offs with a friend back in high school. He wanted more with me.

He didn’t know who I was. It was one of those cases where you shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover. Yes, I headlined a drag show, but if I came out and sang duets with myself dressed in a suit I’m sure half the audience would be laughing and not listening. The same was true with my impersonations, would you take seriously a man imitating a woman’s voice, one that was recognizable around the world?

I finally started telling him who I was by telling him I wasn’t a guest at the casino, I was appearing there for the next week, that I was Lee White, the headliner and owner of the “Where is Love” touring group. He seemed incredulous after hearing that and I was worried that he wasn’t accepting me as I was and then started laughing, laughing about our last names, Black and White. I finally got it and I was chuckling too. I finally asked him to come see our show one night after he got out of the hospital and he agreed he’d like that, if he could help me transform back into a man after the show. I told him I thought I’d like that a lot.

There was a casino executive out in the hall when I left Simon’s room shortly after and he was surprised to see me there, he even asked what brought me here and I told him that one of his employees was injured in front of me at the pool and I saw that he got an ambulance to the hospital and now that the surgeon had sewn him up he was being held overnight because he had lost consciousness in the fall and they wanted to rule out a concussion. He was more worried about the private room Simon was in than his health, but calmed right down when the nurse said all the bills had already been taken care of, pointing at me. He then became very agitated and I assured him I wasn’t going to sue over this, but if he didn’t see to it that Simon suffered no adverse reaction from the casino about the accident I would not only encourage him to sue the casino for negligence about the uneven surface surrounding their pool, I would hire the lawyer for him to do so.

I left then as we had a few lighting changes I wanted to go over with the lighting crew at the casino and the two other performers these would affect. With those changes made and the performers thankful I had stepped in, I realized that there was still 2 hours before I had to start my transformation, so I stopped on the way to the hospital to pick up a floral arrangement for Simon and went to visit with him for a while. He was very pleased to see me, as he had some good news to share. He had been told by a casino executive he was receiving a week off with pay and a check from the casino for twenty thousand to cover any expenses he might incur because of the accident. He told me he’d have enough to pay for his next year of schooling and maybe be able to bank some too. I told him how happy I was for him and then we talked for almost an hour and I had to get back to prepare for that night’s show. Instead of the goodbye hand shake like we exchanged in the afternoon, he took my hand and pulled me down to kiss me before I left. I met his lips and liked what I felt there. In fact I almost didn’t want to leave, but I had commitments and a show to do so I told Simon I would come to pick him up in a cab, all he had to do was call me on my cell and I would hop right over to pick him up. He thanked me, and we parted for the night.

The show that night was great. We had two celebrities in the audience who clapped and cheered us on, shouting out requests like all the other attendees did between our set numbers. Since we never acknowledged these requests no one ever knew whose requests were honored during our encore segment, but if it was an older show tune, I usually sang it, and it was at these times I really missed Robin because on these old tunes we could usually turn it into a duet and have some fun with it. I hadn’t found someone I could do that with after he was gone. That night one of the celebrities asked for “Wishin’ and Hoping” I think originally done by Nancy Sinatra. I told the lady that that really wasn’t old enough for me or any of the other performers to know real well, but if she gave me a minute to print out the lyrics I’d be glad to give it a shot. She offered to help me with the song, so after I was handed the printed lyrics she came up on stage and she kidded that our parents obviously couldn’t spell much as she only had 4 letters in her name and I only had three! (thank God no one was impersonating her tonight!). We did the number to rousing applause and she hugged me before she left the stage, whispering that she might ask me to tour with her at some point in the future, I whispered back that she had better hurry up, I was retiring from all this in a little over a year.

Our show that night got reviewed in the morning paper and it was an outstanding review for the entire show. The price of our show was immediately raised by the casino and we were still sold out for the rest of our run there. Simon was released just before noon and I was there to get him home, but he was embarrassed to show me the place. It was a dump and I told him to go in and pack a bag and with that done we had the cab take us to the casino where I insisted they charge me for the empty room next to mine and I had Simon ensconced in there in no time. I told him that the room was his for his week off and after that I wanted him to find a safer place to live for the rest of his college career. If it was too expensive I would understand if he refused it, but I was pretty sure that with my contacts I could find him a much better place to live and study at.

I guess I was being overly optimistic, as nothing seemed to be available at the time, so what the heck, I bought a nice home about half way between the casino and the college campus. I know he was going to school to be a real estate broker, but there really wasn’t a lot of time to get everything done before our stint at the casino was over and we only had four days before our next gig was scheduled in Portland, so I showed him the listing sheet on the house and told him to get as much information as possible on the listing in 24 hours, I was thinking of buying it. It was right at the end of a dead end street, with nothing much but scrub and a desert like landscape all around it, obviously house lots that hadn’t sold. It was a hacienda style with a red tiled roof, an in ground pool and lush tropical plantings in the totally enclosed property. The house was the developer’s house and included the 10 acres that surrounded it. Shops, a library branch, several restaurants, and gas stations and strip malls were within a half mile from the street the house sat on. Simon told me the next morning that he hadn’t found anything wrong with anything on the listing sheet except the price and he recommended offering forty thousand less for the property and I did, and it was accepted. The bank that owned it was happy to do a cash deal and the closing was rushed to take place before I left but because I had put so much down on it they allowed me to have the keys the day I signed the offer.

That same afternoon, after my workout, as we lay on adjoining chaises, Simon asked when we were going to finally have sex. I looked at him and asked what made him think we were going to have sex? and he replied that since the accident all he has wanted was to play with my big dick and he thought it was about time I gave in and let him have what he wanted. I took his hand and led him back to our rooms and he indicated his so we went in there and I soon had a naked god in my arms, trying to tongue wrestle me into bed.

Believe me, I wasn’t resisting, Simon had an almost identical body to mine, prominent chest, edible tits standing proud, tight toned abs, trimmed bush above a big dick, both of us uncut, and a smooth ball sac just full of juicy big balls. His waist was about the same as mine, 30 inches, and we both had big bubble butts. His legs were slightly thinner than mine but just as defined. I really, really, liked what I saw and felt. My hands were committing his contours to memory and I soon got to touch his hidden treasure, his damp rose bud, just begging for my finger to help him get loose enough to accept a few more before I used that bottle of lube I saw on his nightstand. We spent almost an hour nipping, licking swallowing and rubbing before somehow we ended up with his legs on my shoulders, my slicked up rod dripping at his back door and slowly inching it’s way into him as I nursed on his big nipples as he gasped under me and tried to impale himself all at once on my thick, slick, dripping cock, it’s head fully exposed. Once fully seated in him he pulled my head to meet his and he thrust his tongue into my mouth and tried to mate it with my tongue, all the while murmuring his love for the sensations I was helping him achieve. After 30 minutes I couldn’t stand it any longer and shot copious amounts of love juice into him. I collapsed on top of him as he lost the fight to hold back his own orgasm and when we both had caught our breaths we started work on getting me fucked too.

I told him after he had shot so much into me it started oozing out almost immediately after he had slid out, that we ought to try to do that every day, it was a great cardio workout and he chuckled and said he thought he could live with that. We then, entwined, talked about what was going on, was there ever going to be a time when we could be together or would this be it, just a fling. I told him I was committed for the rest of this tour, close to two more months, and one more tour starting next February through August. I told him I had a masters in Business Administration and I would spend every free time I had by his side here at the house in Vegas, if he wanted. He wanted, in a big way (I told you he was hung, didn’t I?) and we began to suckle each other’s big dicks and shared a mutual orgasm about 20 minutes later. He asked if we were exclusive, and I answered that I was, how about him? and he answered that he had felt like he belonged with me from the first moment he saw me in the hospital, before he even knew my name.

He went with me to the show that night and he watched the transformation and was awed by the evolution. I found him a seat upfront, after he had met the whole troupe, and I sang my signature song just for him that night.

The other performers paid him some attention from the stage and he told me he felt like a celebrity, in fact at the table he was seated at was a group of young actors from Hollywood who had seen our show down there just about a month before. They had a great time then and an even better time this night as they realized that a lot of attention was being paid to Simon and they engaged him in talk to see if he was someone they should recognize. Simon told me after the show that he had told them he was in love with me, and that he thought I was falling for him and I assured him he was right with a big kiss after I had the make up all off. He had watched me transform and now he saw me back to the man he had fallen for and he returned my kiss until there was a knock on the door telling me the accountant for the casino was ready to go over the night’s take with me. I asked for ten minutes as I still had to shower and I pulled myself away from Simon and ran in to get cleaned up. He settled in to wait for me and I just knew that the whole troupe would miss this place, the accommodations put every other place we performed to shame. Here we had private restrooms and showers in our dressing rooms and even rooms to sleep in in the casino’s hotel, not to mention all the amenities like the pool, the gym and the shops and restaurants.

The accountant met with me in the dressing room and we went over the figures for the night and I signed off on his accounting sheet and then he asked the strangest thing, he asked if the same arrangement was being made for our extended stay next year? I must have pulled an odd face and I turned to Simon, who was watching me intently, with a big hopeful grin on his face. I explained I didn’t know what he was talking about and wouldn’t you know it, my cell started ringing and I was going to ignore the call but it was Harry so I answered and asked if this was my agent or my lawyer calling. He laughed and told me he was both tonight and did I have five or twenty minutes to talk so I told him to go ahead. He told me the casino had bought out my contract with the gay club owners for the next year and they wanted me for six months at the casino we were now performing at, would that be a problem? The final month would be at a theater in Los Angeles owned by the gay bar owners group, the same split as before and the same financial set up for the six months at the casino that we had now.

I couldn’t think of anything to say right off the top of my head, but a big thank you to him and the casino. I told him I had things to talk to him about privately, and he asked if it had anything to do with the house I had just bought sight unseen, and I told him it did, and my new housemate as well. He congratulated me and said he’d take a call from me any time. I ended the call and told the accountant that it appeared that for the period from the 10^th of February to the end of July, yes, the same bookkeeping arrangements would be fine.

After he left Simon was in my arms and we kissed and congratulated each other on our good fortune and then I thought to tell the “girls” about our possible arrangements for the next tour. We went next door to the bedlam that was their dressing room and I called for their attention and asked who wanted to spend six months here again next year. The room erupted into cheers and I explained the call I had just received from Harry and again they cheered.

I reminded them about the loose clause in our contracts that required a two month notice, other than a family or health issue and every one of them said they wanted to come back next year. Simon and I left to have our own celebration, in my room this time. After a rousing bout of energetic sex we agreed to go out to the new house and we’d figure out what we needed for furniture to be able to move in right after the closing in a few days. I had the keys and approval to take occupancy right away, but we didn’t know what the inside was like and Simon wouldn’t have to be alone there now.

Our trip was successful in more ways than one. Apparently the house had been vacated in a hurry and other than not knowing how clean everything was we had apparently purchased a furnished home, complete with window coverings, everything done in neutral tones and the carpets on the tile floors adding color as they were plush orientals. It was a home a lot of money had been spent on and since my offer was for the house as is, everything in it would be mine at closing. Keys were hung by the side door to the 4 car garage and in there were two cars the keys matched. Two four year old mid sized SUVs. We wondered if the cars had been owned outright, but I guessed rightly they would be mentioned in the closing documents as belonging to the house and not the bank, otherwise they would have been repossessed by now. We went out the sliding French doors to the pool patio and saw that the pool was being serviced by a maintenance company whose last visit, according to the tag on the inner wall of the pump house, was only a week ago.

We walked around the lushly planted enclosed patio and then returned to tour the upper floor, anxious to see the bedrooms and the bathrooms up there. We were pleasantly surprised to see that all five bedrooms were not only furnished, but the closets were all clean and empty and their adjoining bathrooms were also. We were surprised then when we opened the double doors to the master bedroom and saw that there were hangers, dry cleaner’s bags, old shoes and discarded clothing on the floor and in the closets. The adjoining office nook had office debris on and in the desk and the matching wood file cabinets and the builtin bookcases behind the desk. The master bath was a pig sty. I got on the phone right away with the bank representative I had been dealing with and he assured me everything would be in ship shape tomorrow morning, the cleaners he had hired had gotten interrupted and had left yesterday and promised to finish up tomorrow morning, just before the closing. I thanked him and we ended the call.

I made a quick note about what we would need to move in and we decided a new king sized mattress and box spring for the master four poster would be a good idea and some new cookware for the kitchen and a new toaster oven and coffee maker. The big screen TVs were missing so new ones went on the list and I also added a home computer and a lap top for my use. I asked Simon if he had anything he thought we might need and he walked over to the kitchen sink and turned on the faucet there. Only air came out. He flicked a wall switch and no light came on, He said that he bet the cable and inter net and WiFi was out too.

We made a few stops and made sure all the utilities were turned on, hopefully in the early morning as the cleaners would need the power and water. We then stopped at the cable company and signed up for cable and internet services. The next stop was a furniture store Simon said had next day delivery and we went and bought a new mattress set for the bed in the master bedroom. Then it was on to purchase small appliances and pots and pans. We were able to buy TVs to replace the missing ones and have it all delivered by 5 pm the next day, just like all the others had promised.

After our show closed for the last time this year at the casino I took Simon home to Springfield with me and we packed up what I wanted from there to be moved to the house in Las Vegas and I took him to meet Chad and his boyfriend at their office and Ray at the bar. They all got along well and I implored them all to visit when they could. Our next stop was Harry’s and Harry and Simon were like old friends reunited. Harry promised to come visit, but he was about to drop the current boyfriend and would come alone, or maybe with Ray. We assured him there was a lot to do there and a vibrant gay community and he was more than welcome out there.

While at the apartment I separately packed Jerry’s legacy in sealed garment packing cases and shipped the jewels separately, I wasn’t leaving them in the hidey hole I’d created for them. They were my secret stash. With that package sent off we had a fun night at the bar where by now I had quite a few acquaintances who were all happy to meet Simon and they all wished us well.

We flew back the next day and were in time for the UPS guy who was delivering all the packages we had sent and the box with the jewels went into the new safe I had contracted for to be installed in the floor of the master closet. I finally felt like I had a real home with someone who loved me and who I loved in return. Simon’s last year at school was going well and I had already blocked off his graduation day from our show schedule, but that was months away.

With everything going so well I decided I was going to have to do something to occupy myself until our residence appearances started at the casino in February. I know it was only 5 months, but I was never one to just sit back and do nothing, especially with Simon attending classes full time and also working part time at the casino. Once some minor details had been worked out our new contract with the casino had been signed and also the month of August contract with the bar owners was solidified and signed, so my projected profits were going to put me over the top of what I had always said was my quitting point and with careful investments and the income from those I probably could have stopped working now, but as I said, I don’t sit around doing nothing well. Thinking about Simon’s future as well, I talked this all over with Harry while he made his first visit to us in October and what we came up with was purchasing an existing independent real estate company. As the owner I didn’t necessarily have to be a licensed Realtor, it would help though, but if there was enough licensed staff to instigate the listings and sales and I was just the office manager, it could work and there would be licensed personnel for him to do his years apprenticeship under to qualify for his own license and an established office or him to take over when he was ready to do so.

So with Harry with me we began our search for an active real estate company to purchase. There were several chain locations, but I wanted one rooted to the community that was independent from a corporate mentality. We found one not too far from the house on the second day of looking at the listed companies. We actually stumbled on it while out shopping in one of the nearby strip malls and I was showing Harry the photos of this company’s listings in the store front window. Las Vegas had been hit hard in the recent past by the nation wide foreclosure crisis and I was showing him the current asking prices and how I had gotten a steal on the one I had purchased. A well dressed young woman came out to the sidewalk to tell us that if we needed any questions answered she’d be glad to help us.

We got to talking and she seemed very nice and well informed. When I pointed to the red and white “FOR SALE” sign on the lower corner of the huge window she explained that the office was currently for sale by the owner, a retired gentleman who had bought the company from a relative about 10 years ago, but his own failing health made the sale necessary. The staff was made up of a few older agents who didn’t want to run a business, other than their own, and a handful of younger agents who were not yet ready for management. I asked if there was a stat sheet on the business and she retrieved one from inside and handed it to me. I then asked for one of her own business cards and when one was produced I thanked her for her time and we left, both of us looking over the sheet of information she had presented us.

That night, with Simon and Harry, we researched the company on line and by all accounts they had held their own against all the competition out there and we all agreed that if it wasn’t one of the top companies in the area, it was in the top ten. Simon was excited about the prospect of working for such an established company, and with me, so the next day I called the young lady we had talked to and I asked her if she wanted to earn a commission on a sale.

Harry had returned home by the time the closing on the real estate company had been completed, but my end of the sale was handled by a new friend of Harry’s, a lawyer he had met while out and about one evening on his own right after he had arrived for his 10 day visit. They had hit it off and I sensed that for Harry, this was going to be a long term relationship, as he shyly asked if he could come spend the Thanksgiving holiday with us.

The first time I walked into the real estate office I was looking for the young lady that had helped me write up the offer, Kris. Apparently she was out on a showing so I introduced myself to the middle aged woman who had reluctantly gotten up from her desk to ask if there was something she could do to help me. The haughty tone of her voice was a real turn off and I wondered if she talked to every walk in like that. I mean I wasn’t dressed like a bum, The pants I had on cost more than her entire off the rack designer wanna be outfit did I was sure, and her attitude wasn’t something I wanted potential buyers or sellers to be confronted with when they first stepped into the office. These were not trinkets we were selling here, people either wanted to sell or buy or rent a property and the prices were not cheap by any means. About this time an older man appeared from the back of the office with some papers in his gnarled hands. It was the afternoon after the closing and I recognized him as the former owner of the company I had just purchased, and in a moment he recognized me.

“Mr. White, welcome, I was just clearing out the rest of my accumulated junk from your new office, let me introduce you around to the staff that is here.” I turned to the bitch that had confronted me when I walked in and told her that he might be old, but he had manners and I’d think twice about that when I went over the productivity reports for the individual agents, which as the new owner, I was here to do. I let Mr. Wilkins (the old gentleman) take me around to the other four agents hard at work in their cubicles and everyone was friendly. Mr. Wilkins and I went to his private office in the back and he gathered the paperwork we had agreed at the closing to go over before he left the office for good. We discussed each agent’s individual sales reports and of course, the rude bitch was the poorest performer, only averaging a listing and two sales a year for the last couple of years, since she had started. Much, much worse than even the next lowest performer, who was the newest agent, Kris who had already in the five months she had been with the firm had seven listings, all over a million in asking prices, and six sales, again each property had sold for over a million each time, and this report was done before she got the credit for selling the business I now owned. All together the eight current agents generated over thirty million in sales a year generating almost 2.5 million a year in income for the company and of course them, as they each received anywhere from 2 to 5 percent of whatever they actually sold and of what they had listed that sold, the rest was the company’s for operating expenses and profit.

I asked Mr. Wilkins what was the deal with the woman out front with the bad attitude and he told me I wouldn’t have to worry about her, she had already given notice she was leaving the state at the end of the month, in two weeks. He told me that her husband had left her after their last kid had gone away to college and that she never heard from any of her three kids. He thought she drank at night at home, alone, she was a very bitter woman.

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