My Swedish Vacation - chapter 1 By Valerafon A small American businessman meets five very tall and strong women in Sweden. Update: 19/02/1998 to valerafon This work of fiction should not be read by anyone under the age of twenty one. Please do not read further if you are offended by graphic violence or sexual content. Chapter 1 PROLOGUE The big Concorde hit an air pocket and did a slow shutter. It was enough to wake Jim up from his uneasy slumber. He didn't like to fly, but this big machine was proving to be very smooth, and Jim's nervousness was easing. He looked out the window and all he could see were clouds floating by. Then he remembered his dad and his promise to call him from the plane. How long was I asleep? Are we near Stockholm? He looked down at his watch and about an hour had passed. Oh crap! He's waiting in his office for my call. My dad will kill me. Remembering the reason for his call he thought, we really haven't settled anything yet. He asked the stewardess where the phone was, and to his surprise she brought him one and plugged it in. His dad was still patiently waiting for Jim's call when the phone finally rang. "I'm glad you remembered to call me son," he said sounding mildly annoyed. "I fell asleep dad. I'll be in Sweden soon." "Have you given this new position with the company more thought?" Jim hesitated for a moment. What should he tell his dad? Then he decided on the truth. "I'm still not sure dad." "Well, how about a compromise. You give this new position a fair trial run, and I'll consider giving you your old job back.....If I feel you've really made a go of it." Jim wondered if his dad was backing off form his original stance? Then Jim was hit with the condition. "But there is one catch." There always is, Jim thought. "After completing your business in Uppsala. I want you to take a weeks vacation in Sweden away from work." "I don't need a vacation." "You haven't had one in four years. Everyone needs time off for Christ sake! Is it agreed?" Jim considered, but knew he wasn't going to win, and his dad did offer a compromise. "OK, I'll try it dad. I guess I'll see you in ten days then." "Try to make a go of it son. You know all our top level executives need international seasoning, and try to enjoy the vacation. After your done with business, why don't you see if you can find the Swedish Bikini Team." Jim shook his head and hung up. Back in his seat he stared out the window and thought about his new job. Being in the overseas division would mean a lot of travel. I really haven't seen the world and a change would do me good. I have been overworking lately and I'm not getting any younger. I'm twenty seven years old, single, and with a little sadness he thought 5'6'' and 130 pounds. I have to work hard! I have to prove myself! But in his mind he hated to think his dad was right again. His father, Jim Preston Sr., the founder and chief executive officer of a successful world wide company. A man who was never wrong. Who had unlimited energy, and himself took few vacations. An athletic trim 6'0" 190 pound dynamo. Why did I stop growing? I just have to prove myself to him he thought....I just have to! Jim's thoughts turned back to his vacation, and what he might do in a foreign country... alone. I'll just set out in my rental car and discover the countryside. Try to find a little village off the beaten track, and stay at some country inn for a few days. I could see the countryside and get in some jogging. It would be a few days back to nature and the jogging would be good training for my next 10K. Then I could spend the last few days of my vacation in Stockholm. He had a plan and he felt better. He sat back in his seat and looked out at the passing clouds. Five minutes later the fasten your seat belt sign went on. It stopped his daydreaming and brought him back to reality. Well, my Swedish adventure is about to begin. Just great he thought. I'll be alone in a foreign country. I can't speak the language. I don't know anyone and I'm supposed to have a good time. This may be the longest week of my life. I wonder if there is a Swedish Bikini Team he chuckled to himself.