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PIERRE LE DUQUE

This Is A Short, Fictional Story Of An Ambitious, Charismatic Man Who Becomes Successful In All His Endeavors.  A Movie Script Would Be Nice, If I Knew How To Write One.

By Izzy Ess Of Happiness

Legitimate complaints recorded by Pierre le Duque were duly noted by the registrar and passed along to his parole department.  It seems Pierre was not receiving benefits provided by the Province of Ontario, for parolees.  He was entitled to a supplement for his apartment and a break on food.  Pierre had found it difficult to get these benefits and no one seemed to understand his difficulties.  The parole officer was not concerned, for benefits awarded to his parolees were rarely paid and rarely asked for.  Pierre le Duque was well-informed and he was studying the law.  He had scored highly on his LSATs and was in line to be approved for full-time classes at the Osgood Hall, in University of Toronto, the famous Law School that had graduated many ministers of parliament and even last year’s new Prime Minister of Canada and the Premier of Ontario.  Pierre had been ambitious all throughout his sentencing for petty theft and mild embezzlement.  The forced confinement forced him to convert to Christianity and become a Baptist Minister and start his law school studies.  Pierre was smart and quite industrious.

Pierre submitted his demands in writing with a copy to the Premier.  In just a week, the benefits were paid and all arrearage was supplied with interest.  Pierre was satisfied and his complaining disappeared.  The Osgood Hall committee for admissions recommended that he be allowed to sit in for classes with the younger students.  His studying was successful in his placement at the head of class for marks and extracurricular full credits, including getting on the Squash Team which did win the interfaculty championship with him as captain of the four man team.  He was also solidly elected to be student council representative for first year law and soon became the President therein.  As an older student, he was fifty, while the others were in their middle twenties.  Law Professors were impressed by his great leadership, charisma and enthusiasm.

Pierre was just as old as most of the staff who taught the classes.  He was attracted to Professor Edith Oppenheim, an almost divorcée, who was also fifty years of age.  Edith also went for him but cautioned that they must behave discreetly.  She said, “It cannot be seen that you and I are lovers inasmuch as that would cast aspersions on the legitimacy of my being in authority and your being a lowly student, eh?  So when we are in class you must address me as Professor Oppenheim without that silly smile of yours and I will call you Mister, see?  Of course in private, you can call me anything you want as long as you do call me and come to me at night for constant loving and some really heavy sex!  If when you call me, I say funny things, beware that it may be that my husband’s listening, or we are in bed, enjoined and intertwined!  My husband, Jack, and I, are separating but we are still fucking friends.  Approximately once a month, he does come by for kinky sex and I do respect his friendship and I do honour our long childless, loveless marriage where we never hurt each other or intruded on each other’s secret double lives.  Capeesh?”

Pierre le Duque did understand, completely.  In fact, he caught her drift and took up with a twenty-seven year old first year student, Adele Mae Weinstein, a wondrous and enthusiastic lover.  She loved the fact that our Pierre looked like her father and his equipment was so similar, she fantasized about her father as she lay with her new lover, our Pierre.  Adele was sure that her Pierre was entertaining some Professor and she guessed it was the lovely Edith Oppenheim, but Pierre did not discuss it and, endearingly, was quite discrete about her.

Adele’s own father fondled her for years before she did reach puberty; though they’d tried some oral sex, there was never any intercourse.  When she married Stuart Weinstein, her father had insisted they have intercourse the night before her wedding, on his advice, to break her hymen so she wouldn’t have the pain with her own husband.  Of course, she’d already lost her hymen to an Albert Brooks when she was fourteen, but she found no need to tell it to her father who had assumed that she was still a virgin.  Her father’s ego was assuaged and she felt satisfied she’d satisfied her father whom she dearly loved.

Pierre le Duque aced all exams and got an A+ average to top the class and be selected Valedictorian, on graduation.  His speech was quite inspiring as he used his skills of preaching to sway his audience and especially did impress both Edith and Adele.  Each lover gave him special sexual excitement for his efforts and they wished him all successes in his chosen field of Law.  The law firm, Smythe, Smythe, Smythe and Bloomenfeld enticed him to come and work with them with promises of fast promotion, if he was outstanding.  And, Pierre came through with flying colours, easily attracting wealthy clients from the world of Finance, Brokerages and the Options Trading Businesses.  His income did increase the size of assets for his firm and a junior partnership was offered to him.  He accepted and continued working hard.  He passed the Bar quite easily and was in line to get an offer for full partnership to change the name of his own firm to Smythe, Smythe, Smythe, Bloomenfeld and Le Duque.

Discretely, our Pierre had carried on affairs with both his women, Edith and Adele.  Both were still officially still married and so it was a little tricky juggling times to get together secretly for both his lovers.  Unbeknownst to our Pierre, both women started pregnancies, on purpose, both of them thinking that a “love child” was legitimate for them and their egoistic attitudes.  Pierre was sure it wasn’t him that sired the children, but the women knew it was Pierre that they had tagged for pregnancies.  Both the women had healthy baby boys, who looked exactly like Pierre.

Pierre le Duque decided he would run for Parliament as junior MPP.  He garnered votes with his charisma and his grand speeches which did gathered devotees quite easily.  Many women were attracted to him and offered him their bodies, frequently.  Often he would stand them up in closets for some quickie intercourse and oral sex.  His speeches were the trigger for the women to just fall in love with him; his natural charisma got him votes and offers in the oddest places in his own constituency and out of his constituency.  A string of voluntary pregnancies was thus created, mostly secretively, amazingly, without the knowledge of Pierre.  A lot of little boys and girls were born who looked exactly like Pierre.  Since most the women who did stand up in the closets for him were already married and the siring of the children was assumed to be legitimately children of the married couple, eh?

Within four years, Progressive Conservatives did recognize that his persuasive speeches were becoming popular and he became the leader of the PC Party in the Provincial Parliament in Queen’s Park in old Toronto, Ontario’s own Capital.  Pierre helped many other PC MPP’s to get elected and the PC Party did become the government of old Ontario!  And, our Pierre became the leader and the Premier of Ontario, an accomplishment he’d achieved in eight short years.

Despite his womanizing, which was discreet, Pierre was still in love with Edith and Adele who still were married, apparently in everyone’s opinion, happily.  And, Edith and Adele were still enthralled with our Pierre.  The secret rendezvous were much less frequent, but when they did occur, they were so passionate and wild.

A female sniper shot Pierre between the eyes and killed him, instantly.  The sniper was a schizophrenic who had been snubbed by him and was completely jealous of his great successes with the other women in the closets.  Her name was Beatrice Berger who refused to take her medications all the time.  Before the cops could grab her, she had shot herself and died right on the steps of Queen’s Park’s Parliament Building during the inaugural ceremony that declared that our Pierre was to be the Premier of Ontario.

At the tremendous funeral, there were a lot of women, including Edith and Adele, with a lot of children, who looked a lot like our Pierre.  He was buried by the Humber River with a tombstone that did say, “HERE LIES PIERRE LE DUQUE, THE LEADER OF ONTARIO FOR ONE WHOLE DAY.  MAY HE REST IN PEACE.  MAY ALL THE CHIDREN, WHO LOOK A LOT LIKE HIM, HONOUR HIM FOREVER.  MAY ALL THE WOMEN, WHO DID LOVE HIM, LOVE, LOVE HIM EVEN MORE.”  Then it stated his date of birth and his date of death.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

December 5, 2013