Friday, March 18, 2011

Helen Kahn & gift tax

Bob Kahn lived the life of bachelor and entertained, wooed and supported as many as 75+ girlies (his word) at one time. However he was technically a married man, legally separated but never divorced. Oh, there would be a little drama and talk of divorce about every two years or so, usually because Helen would take her sweet Palo Alto time signing the gift tax forms as April 15 grew near. Helen Kahn hated Bob's lifestyle and knew it was her one strength to make Bob squirm. (If on the flip side we were talking about a young girlie, freshly plucked, who possessed powers of physical strength he would be squirming for other reasons…) coming soon: Bob Kahn & FETISHES…

* A word on gift tax: single=12k approx. married= double (24k) to one individual before having to report and pay tax on any amount over that.
As you might know or at least guess not many girls (especially in Manhattan) can get by on even 24,000 a year….it takes (Kahn) creativity, friends, family and cash to make a girlie smile.

Helen Klaben Kahn

Friday, March 4, 2011

Bob Kahn: NYC Sugar Daddy

NYC Sugar Daddy: Robert Kahn, Senior VP of W.P. Stewart, a global investment firm in New York City….
Sixteen years old and working in a strip-club as a cocktail waitress you see all types of weirdos.
It is there that I met Bob for the first time. He had something that was even weirder about him not bad weird, just odd.
His hair was an untamed halo of kinky grey, he was old at least in my teen eyes, he shuffled when he walked and he didn’t look like he had two nickels to rub together. I remember this night he wore a threadbare wool jacket with a handkerchief in the breast pocket, dress pants that had seen better days and mix matched socks.
I watched as the other girls swooped down on him like a gang of vultures only to be dismissed with a shake of his grey kinky-haired head.
Next thing I know, both of the club’s managers are each whispering in my ears about Bob and how he likes a certain type of girl . It all happened so fast , they were talking at the same time and I’m not sure what was said but suddenly I am being propelled towards his table.
I guess the slick sleazy managers knew what they were doing…
Bob and I talked as the club shut down around us. He bought me champagne cocktail after champagne cocktail and when it was time to say farewell he discreetly slipped a grand in cash under the table and told me to put it somewhere safe. I put it in my shoe, it made me a couple inches taller on one side. Talk about odd.
So naive at the time, I had no idea that I was entering a bizarre world of a multi-millionaire who collected girls much like one would collect stamps or coins, I definitively could not divine the events to come…