You can run but you can't hide

He was a six foot seven, Russian man. He had run the world's gauntlets. Running was the only thing he knew how to do. Metaphorically and literally. He had seven wives. One in Canada, Two in the states,two in Russia, and two He hadn't married yet. These two being in Australia. He loved marrying women. It was his whole life. He had no idea what living a lie was. What it meant.

The two wives in Russia knew each other. They bore seven children between the two of them. They had all lived together at one time. In the country. It was the epitome of country living. He recalled these times as some of the best times he had ever had. The real family thing. Everyone just loving each other.

The one in Canada was not like the rest she was very possessive. Whether he gad been married before never phases her she just loved him with all her heart. What they had feared was true, she was barren.

The two in Calafornia and the other in Maine. These two were very unlikely to meet each other. He liked it that way. He often feigned meetings in each state. One woman had three kids two of his and one from another man. He married her right before the third was born( his second from her) ninth all together. One was quite well off and was a little bit smarter than the other one. She often thought he was cheating, but had no idea just how busy of a man he really was. He was addicted to women. He couldn't get enough love from them. His infrequent visits made for very passionate get together.

He was on his way back to Australia today to meet one of th we women that had given him her hand in marriage. He was unstoppable he ran the world for planes taxis. Running around w8ofas his thing.

The woman greeted him with a sweet hello.

The Austrailian women was very demure and he wondered if she would love him like the rest did. They often texted his phone but he had them all trained not to call. Saying that he spent all day doing business, and the last thing he wanted was to talk on the phone at night . Even though often over seas the middle of the night was the middle of the day.

This woman was very different, he felt. His heart was pounding at the thought of his sixth wedding. Who would be there to congratulate them from her side? Rhe happy times that went with marriage were so delicate, for the heart. That's how he felt. She would make a great bride, they would have cake at the wedding g, then he would plan how he was going to go to his seventh wedding in the next city next to him, in Australia. This woman had no idea he was getting married next week on his Austrailian business trip. His beautiful Russian accent, and his pocketbook made him the big man he really felt he was in this world with the ladies.

Cake over, her best friend came in as maid of honor. It was a small wedding , alot smaller than any of his other weddings. He left the one city and ran to the other wedding of his. It was ot bigger extravaganza but he liked this women the least of all the others. She was loud and bossy and she never really let go of his arm for one week straight. He was looking forward to his western world trip he had planned for next month. It was a vacation he would have to plan very carefully, this being because his sixth wife would be with him. As it went, she became sick. So he took the seventh one to Calafornia with him. Thinking how he was going to pull this one off. He loved the thrill of having all of these women who adored him. It was hard this time, he would have to plan his itinerary perfectly to manage all three in one country. Whew! It was getting exhausting, running between the five of them. Did he really need the ywo new Aussy wives? But, he was a darn handsome six foot seven foot tall Russian. No woman could resist him.

California here we come.

I tucked my wife of one mo rh in bed, ran out called my sixth wife who was ill, she still was not feeling well. Called My wife in Los Angelos, made plans for dinner. When back to my hotel room and told my wide to go shopping for two days,I was going to work in New York I told her. I got prepared for my California wives meeting. She was always so sexy, I couldn't resist marrying her Drop dead blonde 29 years old. Maine could wait. Although I dreamed about her the night before. Darn women. Can't live without them. All seven, are my life. I'm never bored. I'm never lonely. An I doing something wrong? I run, I run,I run. I can never hide from any of them. I can only hide them each from each other. None of them must know about my other loves,least they talk about me when I'm not there.

All laughs aside, I, yes, am typically a womanizer. I'm a kind one,I take cate of all of them. They take care of me,when I see them. I see them all year long. I am a busy business man I guess. According to them I am. I will never get a divorce from any of them. I care for them each individually. The one in Australia is sick, I send her medication money . The other Aussy likes to shop I send her shopping. The candiab likes horses, o buy her horses. The one in Maine wants to live on a sail boat buy her a boat. Im not all that bad. Im a bigomist, that likes to run.