More about Nigel

The inside of Nigel's residence looks like a tech startup, minus the nerds working everywhere, though you do see several pretty young women around. You wonder if they work for Nigel and what he does to have them around. Maybe he was a Hugh Hefner type, even though he didn't seem like he was up for any physical activity.

He gives you a brief tour of the place, before you two sit down outside in the middle of a raised platform over his large pool. Two women are swimming casually below you and you can see them through the glass floor. A pretty blonde brings you two tea and she gives Nigel a quick peck on the cheek as she leaves. You can't help but admire her nice ass in her yoga pants while she walks away. You blush when you realize Nigel had seen your eyes but he smiles approvingly.

"Nice view, isn't it?" he laughs.

"Nigel, thanks for your hospitality. If you don't mind me asking, who are all these women? They're absolutely stunning."

"Well, where do I begin? I guess you'll have to know a little more about me. I was once a very poor man. Grew up poor, worked hard to go to university. Moved to America. Got a low-level job working in a big bank. Then I got lucky. I made some investments in some tech companies, and back in the day, nobody believed in that. Then I cashed out and invested in other companies and so forth, until I had so much money I couldn't even spend it all in 10 lifetimes."

"Why haven't I heard of you?"

"Because I've never sought the spotlight. And all I do is buy and sell, buy and sell. Nobody notices me because I'm not there long enough."

"Interesting. And the girls?"

"Well, a man gets lonely. Along the way, I've had many relationships, but once women find out how much money I have, it's hard to tell if they love me. So these girls around here," he motions with his hand, "are here to spend time with me. I provide them with a good life, they provide me with company."

"So you pay them? Like a playboy mansion?"

"Something like that. They each have an allowance and a ironclad contract drawn up by Abigail. She's the blonde who brought us tea. Top of her class at Harvard law. You see those two down there? The redhead with the big boobs used to be an ER doctor. The brunette founded a tech startup that I bought for 2 million dollars, then sold for 50 million."

"Wow. How many are there?"

"Uh, 18 I think. Maybe 19. All below the age of 35."

"What happens at 36?"

"Oh, it's in the contract. They can stay for life, if they bear me a child. Otherwise they get 10 million dollars on their 36th birthday and I never see or hear from them again. I think about 10 have moved on since I've started."

"Have any stayed?"

Your question triggers a sad reaction from Nigel and he falls silent. After a while, he takes a long sip of his tea before resuming. "Sadly, no. I think I'm infertile. And..."

"And?"

"I'm dying. Cancer. It was discovered too late. Doctor says I have 4 weeks."

"Oh."

"Yes. Oh." Nigel smiles. You're impressed with how well he's coping with his imminent ****. He points at your hand with the 5 rings. "Those are interesting. How did you acquire them?"