Retired - Chapter Ten – Wedding - Sex Stories

Retired - Chapter Ten – Wedding

... out. The taxes seemed entirely over-burdensome to me. I saw any profits made by a person were automatically taxed at fifty percent. I knew they needed to be adjusted downward but I had no way of knowing what they should be. I knew the grand duchy of Spinward was set up on a ten/ten split. The world government took ten percent and ten percent of that was forwarded up the chain. That was probably a good place to start, but what if I made a mistake? If I set it too low initially and had to raise it afterward… Lizell came into the room and saw the look of worry on my face. “What’s wrong, babe?” “I am going over the finances for the Eastmarch. They are a mess. Daria had all but raped the financials of her duchy.” She came over and sat in my lap. She started to look over the paperwork and reports. Within seconds she was shaking her head. “You are going to need help with these. I have no idea how her duchy is even staying functional. The cost of living there must be outrageous. Look at her expenditures vs. income statements. She has almost a thousand times as much coming in as going out. No wonder she could afford a private army.” ********* I brooded over the financial problems for several days. I was on the verge of making a command decision and hope I was right. Today I had other worries. “Supreme Marshal, the imperial liner’s shuttle is on approach. It will be landing in thirty minutes,” a voice said in my ear. “I will be there for the landing,” I answered over my bob. Then I ...

... turned to see Lizell staring out the window anxiously. “They are on final approach, baby doll. Shall we go discover how much your parents hate me?” She laughed lightly. “I don’t think they will hate you. I am more worried about you hating them.” I stood and extended my arm. “I don’t think that is possible. They created you and that alone would make them gods in my eyes.” We gathered ourselves together. Robert had insisted I be in full regalia for this meeting. I threatened to choke him with my service bars. His answer was to threaten me with more medals. I believed him. He didn’t believe me. When we stepped out of the front door to the palace, we saw a full honor guard of Praetorian Guardsmen standing in the yard, surrounding the imperial family. “What took you so long, Uncle Drake?”, Cleo asked, as she stood there with her arm wrapped in Makeal’s. “I really wasn’t expecting an escort,” I said, in an ominous tone. “We want to meet her family, too, and if we wait for you to introduce them we will all be old and grey.” Robert’s smile was playful as he spoke. We were soon loaded up into the Imperial limousine and headed to the base. As we rode, my bob activated in my ear. “Supreme Marshal, the background check on Lizell’s parents is completed and they are considered threat level twenty-nine.” I was actually shocked. A threat level that low was amazing. The walls in the imperial bedchamber were rated at threat level thirty. Conversely, Daria had been rated threat level one. She had ...