The Isle of Rondure: A Man Pursues a Type of Trophy to Protect a Small Beautiful Island

By Robert A. Williams

The Isle of Rondure is a Pursuit inside California USA in connection with a potential inheritance on a beautiful island for Pitchman Signifikin who operated a former company out of New York City and relocates to California to a new life and faces a triad of major problems. He is called to Rondure for this inheritance that supposedly has no property or monetary value; but can determine his future living conditions and location. He is a Stockholder with a luxury skincare/cosmetic store chain and a large investment firm attempts an unfriendly takeover by buying controlling interest; this firm also threats to smear the names of Stockholders who wont sell their shares and forces him to apply personal Antitakeover measures in efforts to protect his name and shares of stock. His best friend is a racecourse champion, involved in a personal war with another contestant who is trying to cheat and prevent this friend from a repeat victory. It is a romantic comedy with a lot of action, suspense and beautiful women that focuses on two particular stunning women who plays an important role to be accomplished within a short time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Dec 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781496948601

Robert A. Williams

N/A

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ONE

TWO CHAMPION COMPETITORS

SITTING INSIDE AN upscale Bar and Grill restaurant; Pitchman Signifikin or Pitt is rapping up a story, told to his best friend Raymond Warningmen about winning a speedboat contest; before relocating back to their home state Pleasant Borough City (PBC), California.

Pitt was saying. "Almost losing my BSRC competition nearly frightened me for life; there was great expectations for me from the previous winner who happened to be our retired lead racer. I was expected to take over leadership of our HOWV boating crew and the HOWV houseboat where we conduct our meetings and train from our race manuals. . ." The contest involves traveling at high nautical miles an hour, between small landmasses and through rapidly blowing wind current.

Really? And you mentioned, the very high knots of speed?

Yep.

"And you said HOWV, stands for High-octane Water Vehicle?"

"Right. And do you know what the BSRC acronyms, stands for?"

"No, what? I’ve never heard of those abbreviations."

"BSRC is short for Beaufort Scale Race Contest—the scale used to assign names for calm breezes to hurricane force destructive winds."

Does it.

Yep.

Right, right. Okay. Replied Raymond.

"And winning that race, you’ll get the BSRC ‘Hurricane Trophy’, but the loser is called the CBSRL and also receives a trophy."

And what is CBSRL?

A Joking insult.

Meaning what?

"Their damn performance was ‘Calmer and Bull Sh**ingly Raced Last’ trophy."

And your HOWV crew won the BSRC?

We did.

Who won the Bull Sh**ing trophy?

The crew who gave me this ATM gift card. Pitt pulled it out, asking me not to leak their names to anyone in our town and state when I move home.

Ha, ha. That’s funny.

It is.

Raymond imagined. Just in case they’re forced out of that state and move here, huh?

I guess, that’s a great assumption.

Raymond is involved in a racecourse contest called Aisles Amenity and Resistance Racecourse Event. The contestants are judged while racing through aisles that has obstacles and select mechanical and electrical parts and tools from shelves and platforms along the aisles and at the end of the racecourse, construct an "Islands of Automation Pleasure Device (smaller automated system that operates inside a larger system; it is not usually compatible with that larger system; but it functions perfectly inside of the larger system—the two should equal one final pleasure product). The designed product should be able to be used for everyday pleasure or convenience (household appliances or gadget for personal uses, etc) and the fastest time wins.

The event also features racecourse resister team members called Resisigners (resist your design/resign you from the race) who physically try and stop the competitors by tackling, throwing by hand or firing objects from a projectile device, like a paintball gun!. . .

Raymond has a personal rival in the race named Emerson; an enemy opponent who in the past proved to be conniving, tampering with Raymond’s running gear and calculations for assembling his final product. He heard from a staff member that this season, Emerson might have a Resisigner working in cahoots with him?

Still amused with the CBSRL trophy, Raymond said. "Hey Signifikin? those damn slowpokes in your race, had time to physically pleasure themselves, unlike me when I win my upcoming event of pleasure, like I did last year."

Right. Your Aisles Amenity contest is coming up and you’re the defending champ.

Yep.

I did want to slap you upside the head for that corny comment: but since you’ll be hit with launched projectiles and tackled—I’m happy.

Oh? You mean the event when I fire off my mouth, hurling insults at my opponents? already the projected winner because of my calculating brains and speediness? You know—like successfully chasing and catching a powerful and swiftly running horse to be tackled?

We’ll see. Pitt reminds him, but, I do recall, over the years, catching you in store aisles and between bookshelf aisles; making out with beat-up looking chicks.

Oh! You remember that, huh? He asked, and wrong! they weren’t really that beat-up-dilapidated—right Pitt?

Yeah, they were in pretty good disrepair.

I don’t think, so.

Regardless Raymond. Just don’t thinking about them or like the bulls**** trophy guys; you may be inside those aisles slowing down, poking those pleasure parts and tool—trying to gratify yourself as well.

I won’t.

Alright, good. . . of course not.

Raymond joked. Just as long as I don’t start sweating very heavily and my parts and tools don’t start slipping through my hands, like a lubricant.

Too much information. Both were amused and laughed.

Recalling a conversation they had weeks ago; Pitt began explaining, he still didn’t know the type of woman, he prefers?

Raymond replies. "That does make it harder to find the right spouse, if and when, the plan is to get married."

Yep. A free man, dating a bunch of liberated women and yet to wind down to dating Lady Liberty—while keeping an eye on libertine.

Raymond added his humorous phrase. I always say to myself: like island kangaroos that needs to keep its testicles cool—better watch out for that hot liberty torch or good-by gonads.

I’m talking about testing the field Raymond, testing the field and not testes. A stroll down memory lane and not scrotum.

Okay Pitt. To keep you happy and glad—no gland jokes.

Thanks.

Raymond asked. "Oh yeah. I wanted to ask you, what happened to that girl you were dating that lived here in PBC?"

I thought she was it and I really liked her; but the relationship wasn’t working, I was miserable and wanted out of the relationship.

Really.

Sure did. Recalling the unhappiness.

So what did you do.

Started scheming to get out; doing things to try and get her to break up with me.

Oooh! You started scheming; what exactly did you do? Raymond was surprised.

I promise her a vacation and then lied that I canceled the trip; but she knew I was lying and I even started dating other women to get her upset.

Did she break up with you?

No. But it almost got me out of the promise to take her on that trip.

Almost huh?

Yep. On the day of the trip I was at the airport with another woman, she came rushing into the terminal and those two came face to face! Then she looked at me and the stare I got from her! knocked every existing lusting sense, right out of me—and now I don’t know what type of woman I like.

So now, you’re like lustral with lust, huh?—anyway, it did, huh?

Right. All that lust was purified right out of me. And she finally enjoy her eagerly awaited vacation.

Laughing, Raymond asked. If you two broke up? why would you still take her on that expensive trip to a tropical island?

Admittedly, I called and told her I was at the airport and on my way.

So, you were actually going to keep your promise?

No. I was still trying to worm my way out of it, until the last second. I knew both women likes girls and the airport was part of my plan to break it off.

Ooh. So, that’s what happened when she got there and saw the two of you—

I just handed her my ticket and suggested: ‘since you both like girls, why don’t the two of you go and have a great time together?’ then got the hell out of there.

Have you seen them since? did they go together and hook up with each other?

Yep.

So, they hit it off and actually aboard the airplane together?

Pitt picked up the menu and opening it, answered. Let’s just say—instead of saying men-u, I’ll say: women’s uterus, laughing, both said, and we enjoy seeing women making out.

Raymond added. Smart doing, Pitt, that’s why we call you our Pitchman and Significant kin.

Figuring out what to order, Pitt asked. What are you having Raymond? There’s a lot of good stuff, here; I’m thinking, hesitates, um—

I’m not sure, yet. Raymond recalls the confidential news told to him, but, I also meant to ask you: what ever happened to that situation with the letter? You remember? Some kind of family business and you were asked to go and discuss it with the family?

TWO

THE RONDURE LETTER

THE PREVIOUS WEEK, the Signifikin family received a letter from their family lawyer and an estate attorney; Pitt and younger brother Reid are the oldest of four siblings and has a different father from the younger two female children. Ponmen their father recently passed away and the family was called to come for a Reading of the Will. Pitt in particular was asked to be there; but didn’t know why? supposedly there wasn’t an estate or possessions left to any heirs.

Yeah. I did tell you, that.

Yeah, you did and what happened?

"That’s not until, Thursday and I’m still going."

You find out what it’s all about, since you said there wasn’t an estate or possessions?

No. Still don’t know what it’s all about, Ponmen was broke and a wreck, before he died. I mean, he didn’t have anything—we all know that.

No, he didn’t. Raymond was surprised to hear that Pitt was called to a Reading of a Will, but there isn’t any possessions.

Nope.

So, he was penniless and all messed up, huh?

"Yep. Unless, he had money stored away or owned something in the northwestern city he settled in, after moving around the last year, before he died?" Pitt’s family was positive he didn’t have or leave anything.

So, he was a nomad, up until he died?

"He sure was. And that’s because of getting kicked off the island, he used to live on; then lived his life stalking this one plastic surgeon and caught staking out the home and office of a dermatologist."

Stalking a Surgeon and staking out a dermatologist; he was a nomad that was mad as hell.

Apparently.

Hell yeah.

And one day, they caught him trying to break into a wholesale fragrance warehouse, cosmetic outlet and a beauty salon & spa?

Amazed and humored with this story about Ponmen. So, Ponmen, just went all hell out, crazy?

The maximum.

Did your family ever get any reason and closure for his insane behavior?

Pitt sighed, answering. No. We were told it might be some kind of disorder? But nothing was ever medically proven.

Maybe because of getting dissed, by his ladies; like some of these knuckleheads around here about to make all kinds of dumb choices—are told: don’t get ill. He got ill-stupid?

We don’t know.

And what island? What’s the name of it? Inquired Raymond. Seeing whether, he could connect events together.

"It’s called Isle of Rondure."

The Isle of Rondure. He repeated, yeah, I heard of it. . . Rondure island.

Yeah. It’s about 2,500 miles from the coast of California, not too far from Hawaii and has a small population of around ten thousand inhabitances living there.

A small population of only ten thousand inhabitances. But I bet it has some nice resorts and beaches?

It does. Along with a lot of other great attractions. He explained, "So, they invited us to come to Rondure and couldn’t inform us on anything else. But in confidentiality the family lawyer explained there might be some type of inheritance?"

Clearly Pitt. I can’t imagine what this is all about, if you’re not certain there is no money or possessions.

After hearing about all the stuff the father was doing, Raymond figured. Maybe some of the victims of his madness want to meet the next of kin and try to get something out of your family?

The lawyer informed the Signifikins who asked that same question and they were assured; that wasn’t the case, Pitt answered. You know we wouldn’t stand for that and our lawyer, promised that wasn’t the case.

And I wouldn’t either.

We were told: it wouldn’t be anything that the family is held responsible for.

That’s good. It was obvious by his facial expression that Pitt was bothered by something, Raymond asked. What are you thinking? looks like you’re confused about something? Like I ordered you one of my specialty platters.

Glancing down at the table and tableware. No. I’m too table-aware to let that happen, again.

That food wasn’t that bad. He smacked his lips.

No, it wasn’t. Something else was most definitely bewildering to Pitt, anyway, it’s strange, being so obsessed with those type of goals and pursuits; Because Ponmen was a very good-looking man, although not a perfect person.

All true. And none of us are perfect.

Right. And his last girlfriend’s name was Estuara and a good looking lady, loved him, never left his side and was the string keeping that relationship together.

Oh. The pulse of their bond.

Yep. She was a very nice lady, overly proper and always fussy over him.

That’s interesting and hard to find a woman like Estuara.

Yep, yep, yep. Answered Pitt with a glum tone.

That is what’s called being prissy and he was acting like a prick.

Yeah. But I don’t want to think that he was.

He was kicked off the island and we know that’s how some people get when kicked out of paradise. They laughed.

Anyway, Estuara maintains that she has no clue why, he started acting that way. I guess, we’ll see what’s going on when we get there?

Can’t wait to hear. He recently, got a laugh out of Pitt and wanted to continue guiding his spirits in an upbeat direction and closure, this might cheer you up, Pitt.

What, Raymond?

Say hello for me to the Miss and then give her a kissy and I already know Estuara is prissy, so—

He cuts him off. Having to listen to you, I know, my father isn’t the only man that people pity.

What?

Alright, alright, enough Raymond. Explaining, I would do what you asked; but the prudish and proper lady, lives in Nevada and listen to this—you know what else?

What?

He met Estuara, just six months, before passing away and she’s the third women he dated that year.

That recent? And the third of three women in that short time span? He chuckled, that’s pretty good.

Concentrate Raymond. Estuara instantly became crazy over him; but didn’t know whether he felt the same about her? I’m wondering, did he fall for her as deep? He just got out of a relationship, three months earlier with his previous girlfriend.

And she was the first girlfriend after the divorce from his second wife and your mother was his first wife?

"Correct. Although not as kind personality wise and loving as Estuara; the first girlfriend following the divorce was much prettier then Estuara."

Yeah—wow! A lot to think about.

He wasn’t sure what Ponmen was trying to accomplish during his demise and whether any of the three women had connection to it. And you know what else? asked Pitt.

I knew there had to be more.

"His second wife Usuall was even prettier then both girlfriends. After living together on the island for a couple of years, Usuall left him, Ponmen finally left the island and months later, met his first girlfriend."

One island; a couple years; three women—Damn! How can you not say a four-letter word.

Amused, Pitt continued. Uh-huh. But I don’t know whether any of this is related to why he went-off? Becoming irrational and engaging in those senseless acts?

And a very minority of people try and say: looks are shallow; but that’s preposterous, because the proof is in the moonstruck pudding when people become dazed behind beauty.

True. Looks does have the majority acting berserk and I’m rhyming it with your crazy ass dessert.

Laughing Raymond asked. "But your father didn’t flip and go mad hatter, until after, the three pretty women were gone?"

"Right. He didn’t go rabid until they bounced. But, I’m just eager to find out what’s up with the Will?"

Then inform me. And please don’t forget to call. He whined, Pitt, you know how bad, impatience, befalls me.

Of course. But no worries, I’ll tell you all about it, after I find out." Pitt had to get going, let’s finish up eating, I got to get out of here.

THREE

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