THROWING MONEY TO THE WIND

Episode 19 in the Lymp Duhdashian series

Pru Dense arrived at the Soho back street abode of her favourite masseur at precisely the same moment he received delivery of his latest shopping extravaganza. It was a large mystery box which he had ordered online in the Black Friday sales.

https://heat.io/ had become his latest drug. Discreetly packaged fashion items, worth much more than the asking price, were going to become part of his extravagant wardrobe for the London winter party scene and he just could not wait to tear into the box to discover what had been selected for him this time.
Pru Dense arriving as it was delivered was extremely inconvenient.

“What is that?” Pru asked, as she faux-kissed the gorgeous masseur.
”Oh Pru, darling!” he gushed, “You have to get into this! Here, read this article in the Evening Standard!” and he handed her his iPhone, open at a very interesting item, if you are a happening fashionista.

The masseur hurried to his walk-in wardrobe and reluctantly placed the box down on a chic occasional table. He stroked it erotically as he turned away to service Pru. The box was begging to be savagely ripped, but he conceded that waiting in exquisite torture for one more hour would quicken his pulse just enough to harden his essentials. Looking at Pru never did much for those…..

He sensually undressed Pru from behind, with his eyes shut. He was visualising the beautiful oriental girl who featured in the online newspaper article and he felt his Armani shorts stretch under pressure….. Oh those shoes! he was almost dribbling.

Pru tossed the masseur’s iPhone onto the soft couch. She had barely skimmed the article and was far too squiffy on vodka to take it in anyway. She too, closed her eyes as her skin bloomed with a trillion erect follicles under his touch, timed to the subtle low volume music wafting through the room.

Oooh, this guy is SO worth his weight in gold! shivered Pru, melting in waves of ecstasy….

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Hanging out, posing on the deck of her charter yacht with a champagne glass and gold tipped cigarette, Olympia watched enthralled as thousands of people, papparazzi and sporty types milled around the marina. Every other year, at this time, she would have been flashing the cash at Fashion Week in Paris, catching the designer show collections for next spring and summer. She would usually be posing and mixing with the celebrities outside exclusive venues, but this year she felt that the Caribbean was THE place to be. So this is where the boys escape to, while the girls are salivating over Gaultier or Chanel or Dior! She thought, tingling with the tantalising taste of testosterone transmitted to the tongue on tempestuous trade winds.

Khan was on board a neighbouring vessel, discussing all things nautical with a gaggle of yachting enthusiasts. He was trying to find out about the UFO collision and getting absolutely nowhere. He could not even find the reference to it in the ScuttleButt article he had been reading. Instead he observed that the wording had been edited to include an admission by one skipper that he had “hallucinated” with exhaustion during the gruelling 12 day race. Khan was not convinced. This required further investigation and he strolled down the marina walkway looking for other competitors to quiz.

Khan had heard many curious UFO testimonies from fellow Caribbean residents over recent years. This one particularly interested him:

Khan had heard that the UFOs were usually seen at a distance, as Jason, the surfer attests. However, sometimes they get up close and personal enough to maybe cause damage to a yacht, as had been written in the article before it was mysteriously edited.
On the other hand, Khan knew that the island weed could do strange things to the mind, especially when it was mixed with cane sugar rum or seagrape wine. He also knew that CGI artistry was being added to the confusing mix to undermine reports:

A report from October 2020 was still unresolved and the video had been disabled in the UK Express article he had seen. This sort of tampering with evidence by the media was becoming the ‘new normal’. UFO sighting: Claim ’still burning spacecraft’ falls on Dominican Republic - ‘100% alien' but the Express has a UFO file updated regularly which makes for very interesting reading.

Khan was not inclined to assume that any of these sightings and testimonies were necessarily about ‘alien’ technology. He knew enough about the tech industry to realise that secrecy over research and development is paramount, if a corporation wants to continue experimenting under the watchful eyes of international alphabetti agencies who could shut operations down in the interest of ‘national security’ in a heartbeat.

There are also the ‘whacky wealthy’ indulging in their own homespun fantasies and able to purchase and repurpose all sorts of decommissioned military and dangerous electro-magnetic equipment. Khan was familiar with an alarming story, published in July of 2022, about a British millionaire who purchased a former nuclear warning system from the Cold War era in Norwich to hunt for UFOs. “William Sachiti, a roboticist and artificial intelligence entrepreneur, has purchased the Royal Air Force (RAF) Neatishead system - a huge radar machine which once beamed out microwaves to warn of an incoming nuclear missile. Dubbed the AMES Type 84 radar unit, the system was officially in operation from 1962 until 1994 and was one out of an arsenal of just five that were built in the UK.” The article had been mirrored in many mainstream media editions, but Khan detected a certain amount of ‘tongue in cheek’ from Mr Sachiti’s comments. He suspected this entrepreneurial genius might have other ideas he is not divulging.