Leaving Home Chapter 11

Leaving Home
Chapter 11

We loved the food. It was so delicious that we both had seconds, and Jennie even had thirds of the pork. Oriental Garden will never be recognized for its décor or service, but the food makes up for the negatives. It was also, by far, the cheapest meal we’d had in the city so far.

Our cab dropped us off around 11:30, and I was ready to turn in. Jennie insisted on washing my arm straight up in the air with the shower head so it would remain dry. Once dry and in bed, she reminded me of her earlier proclamation,“ I’ll be doing the doing; you’re going to lie still.” I followed her orders to a degree. I couldn’t help but drive into her as she rode me like a woman possessed. Her earlier prediction came true. I did get both of her tits, one with my left hand and the other with my mouth. I fell asleep shortly after, making it through to the morning without waking even though my arm ached the entire time.

“What’s on tap for today, my wonderful husband?”

“I’d like to visit my mother, but I’ll have to call first because I refuse to have anything to do with her husband. I’ll make arrangements to meet her in Port Jefferson.” A minute later, I had spoken to Mom. It was brief, just like our communications when my father was nearby.

We caught a cab to Penn Station, where I bought round-trip tickets to Port Jefferson. Unfortunately, all trains require a change at Huntington, which wastes time. I even bought a ticket for Lady even though I knew it wasn’t necessary. This way, we were assured we’d have plenty of room. “Be ready for a long day,” I told Jennie. “We’ll spend two hours just getting there and another two getting back. That will leave us about three hours with my mother.”

“What should I call her?”

“I’d start with Mrs. Preston and let her react. I’m sure she’ll tell you if she wants to be called ‘Mom’ or ‘Mother,’ or whatever.”

We had no trouble finding a seat. The first eastbound train leaves Penn Station at 10:38, arriving at Port Jefferson Station around 1:00. It's a short cab ride down the hill into Port Jefferson. I’d told Mom I would meet her at the Elk. No such place exists now, but in years past, there was an Elk Hotel and Restaurant just one block from the harbor.

It was a long and tedious ride for me. I’d done it many times, but Jennie was like a kid in a candy shop. She must have asked me a hundred questions about my childhood and what it was like growing up in the suburbs. I told her about my “nerdhood” growing up a nerd.

I was always described as a “brain” who spent much more time studying than playing, even as a kid in the primary grades. I was Valedictorian of my high school class, and, as far as I knew, I’d had the highest academic average in the school's history, taking enough advanced placement classes to cover an entire year of college. Finally, we slowed and reached the end of the line, Port Jefferson Station.

“There was a time when the train ran all the way out to Orient Point,” I told Jennie. “I recall that they loaded the trains onto barges that took them across the Sound to New London and from there to Boston. I’ve seen and even walked on the old unused train trestle in Shoreham, less than a mile from where Nicola Tesla built a huge hundred-foot-high tower to transmit electrical energy through the air. Even though Marconi transmitted a radio wave first, Tesla was later credited with the invention and awarded the patents,” I told Jennie as part of my explanation.

“Tesla? Isn’t that an electric car?”

“Yeah, the car is named for him, but he’s the person who invented AC, alternating current. He and Thomas Edison, a DC champion, had a huge battle. Good thing Tesla won that battle. If not, we’d have so many electrical transmitting stations you couldn’t walk without tripping over one of them. There would have to be one every mile or so wherever you wanted to have transmission lines. We have transformers on some poles, but they’re much smaller and much fewer. Tesla’s life story is quite interesting.”

“I’ll bet he was a lot like you.”

“No, he was a true genius. I’m just lucky.” I stood and pulled Jennie with me, taking the time for a quick kiss before we stepped down from the train. Jennie stepped off first with Lady, and she helped me. I held the railing with my good arm as my injured arm, still in the sling, was virtually useless.

We grabbed a cab, and five minutes later, we stood in front of what was once the Original Elk Hotel. It wasn’t long before I spied my mother walking from the parking lot behind the old building. I greeted her with a hug even as she asked about my arm. “That’s not important, Mom, but this is. I want you to meet Jennifer…Jennie, my wife.”

If Mom were shocked, she would have hidden it well. “Why don’t we grab a bite, and you can tell me everything? I’d suggest Village Way, but it closed last October.” Too bad Village Way was one of my favorites. Then, Mom suggested La Parilla, a Spanish restaurant just down the block.

Jennie agreed for both of us, saying how pleased she was at last to meet my mother. We had missed the noon rush so we could get a table quickly. We had just ordered drinks—iced teas all around—when Mom asked me to explain everything, including why I needed a service dog.

Jennie took the lead, explaining our meeting, how I had taken care of her, and how we had fallen in love. She even told Mom about her head lice. “He’d noticed that I had head lice, so he bought shampoo to treat them, and after the shower, he had me sit on a stool while he combed my hair with a special comb.”

“Yes, I had to do that to him when he was in fourth grade. One of the other kids brought them to school. They can go through an entire school in no time.”

“That’s when I realized what a wonderful man Doug was. He took me to dinner, and I slept in his guest room that night. I convinced him the following day that the real reason he was being so nice was that he wanted to…that he wanted sex with me. I’d had sex with other men, but that was the first time I’d ever made love. I knew a week later that I was hopelessly in love with Doug. Unfortunately, it was months before I could get him to admit it.”

“That sounds like Douglas. He can be obtuse at times.”

Jennie and I laughed. “That’s exactly what I said. Anyway, he asked me to marry him, and I did the following day. We had lived together pretty much as man and wife for more than four months, so why wait? We flew into LaGuardia last Friday and checked into the Plaza Hotel. Doug took me to Harry Winston’s for an engagement and wedding rings. Then he went a little overboard, spending a fortune on me.” She held out her diamond bracelet and earrings for Mom’s inspection. “I think I should also tell you, Mrs. Preston, that you’ll be a grandmother sometime around Christmas.” Jennie was beaming when I leaned over to kiss her.

The waitress returned with our drinks, and Mom suggested we get a paella order and split it. I knew it was big enough for two, and I also knew that Mom wouldn’t eat much. Once the waitress had gone, I explained about shooting at some burglars and how I felt a dog was a better solution. Then, I talked about my encounter outside the club.

“Oh my God, that was you? I saw something on News 12 but thought you were in North Carolina. Are you okay?”

“My arm’s a bit of a mess, but as the saying goes—you should see the other guy. Lady was on him in a flash. She bit him with such force that I could hear his arm break. That’s when I called her back.” I had been petting Lady ever since we’d been seated. “Her trainer gave me this ‘service dog’ vest when we bought her. This way, she can go everywhere we go, and my money is in the safest place possible.” I unzipped the top of her vest and pulled an envelope full of bills from an inside pocket.

Jennie laughed like crazy. “I wondered where all that money came from. Has Lady had it the entire time?”

“Yeah, except when I need some extra cash.” Then I turned serious. “How’s everything at home, Mom? My offer still stands. I’ll be happy to support you if you decide to leave.”

“Oh no, Doug, I’m enjoying my revenge too much. Jennie, Doug’s father, is much shorter than he is, and not only in height. I doubt if he’s even four inches fully erect, and that’s led him to be sexually insecure. He has at least one new lab assistant every semester, and they’re always relatively unattractive girls. He’s been fucking them for more than thirty years. That’s when I stopped having sex with him.

“Now he’s sixty-three, and he’s impotent. Even Viagra doesn’t do it for him, so he’s miserable.”

“But, Mrs. Preston, you’re kind of young to give up sex.”

“Jennie, I never said that I gave up sex. I only gave it up with him. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s had several diseases over the years. I got involved with one of the English professors more than twenty years ago. We were at a faculty party, and Stephen was so busy tooting his horn that he ignored me. I found myself talking to another professor. He was charming, closer to my age than Stephen, and much better looking. We flirted, and that’s all I thought it was then, but two days later, he invited me to lunch. I accepted, and a month later, we spent an entire afternoon in his bed. He’s asked me to leave your father many times, and I’ve been documenting his affairs while moving much of our money into other accounts. I’m almost ready, so don’t be surprised if I show up to visit with Paul. You know I’d never bring your father even if I could get him out of his laboratory.”

I was struck dumb. I’d never thought that my mother could be or would be. I couldn’t even think of words to describe her, but I was happy for her. My father had put her through hell. “I guess he’ll be embarrassed when he sees you with someone else, especially another professor.”

“I’m arranging for him to be served at next week’s faculty senate meeting. He’ll be there with the other department heads and the deans. I’ve begun moving my stuff out into an apartment. I can’t go to Paul until everything is final. All the shoe boxes in my closet are empty, and most of the clothes are in bags for Goodwill. Your visit couldn’t have come at a better time.” Mom finished, and then a massive platter of paella was placed in the center of the table. The waitress refilled our drinks while I served Jennie, my mother, and my plate. There was still plenty left.

After lunch, we walked together along the waterfront, watching the ferry to Bridgeport dock disgorge its cargo of cars and trucks and fill its decks with those waiting to cross the Sound. The ferry was a great alternative to driving into and through New York City before heading north. I had always used the ferry when going to Boston or Cambridge, saving two or more hours and a boatload of hassle every time.

Mom took us back to the station at 3:40 for the 4:06 train back to Penn Station. I was pleased to see Mom and Jennie hug before we climbed the ladder onto the train. We waved to Mom as the train pulled out.

“Did Mom say something to you while you were hugging?”

“Yes, she gave me some advice.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, she told me you were nothing like your father. I already knew that. I can’t see you ever cheating, and I know I would never cheat on you, so I guess we’re stuck with each other forever.”

Considering where we were, I leaned in for a kiss that lasted longer than it should, then whispered in Jennie’s ear, “I certainly hope so.” Jennie didn’t have to answer. Her eyes said all I needed to know.

We had just changed trains in Huntington when I told Jennie I thought we should get her a car. She seemed to think about it for a minute, then said, “Okay, but not a Honda. Your car is better than okay, but I’d like to splurge and get something extravagant after spending so many years barely getting by. Is that okay?”

“Of course; we can go out and look as soon as we return home.” Jennie kissed me, then whispered in my ear, and I knew I was the luckiest man on the planet. She planned to prove it as soon as we were in our room.

I stopped at reception to ask if they had a doctor on staff. Luckily, they did, and I asked for an appointment tomorrow morning. I received a phone call fifteen minutes later telling me that Dr. St. Claire would come to my room at 11:30 tomorrow morning and wanted to know the problem so he could be prepared. “Tell him my arm is in a sling because of a knife wound I received last Saturday night. I want to ensure there’s no infection and change the bandages.” I was assured that he would receive the message.

Jennie had a smile on her face as she led me to the bedroom. She had just removed my shoes and socks when my cell rang. I looked at the screen and wondered--who the hell is Frank Garcia? I answered, thinking it might be the doctor. I hadn’t been paying much attention to his name. My caller was a detective for the NYPD who wanted to meet with me tomorrow morning, saying he had news regarding my assault and battery case.
I suggested he meet us at reception at 8:30, and we’d treat him to breakfast. He nixed the breakfast but did say he’d accept a cup of coffee. I had just ended the call in time. I could see that Jennie was getting impatient.

“You were right, Doug; it was a long day. I enjoyed being with your mother, but the ride back was boring.”

“The Long Island Railroad is strictly a commuter line. Some people make that trip five days a week—the price of living in that area, I guess.”

“Where did you live when you were working?”

“Closer in, much closer in. I lived and worked in Hicksville, which is on another line. There are three North, Central, and South.”

“Interesting, but not now; I have my mind on something else.” She almost tore the clothes from my body, and a minute later, hers followed.
“Now, don’t forget who’s doing the doing.” I just laughed as she gently lowered me to the bed. I lay in the center of the giant king bed with my right arm out to the side, precisely as instructed, while Jenny showed me how much she loved me. She rubbed her swimsuit model’s body over mine, her nipples moving into my mouth and hand as we kissed and kissed and groped each other unashamedly.

I had two fingers in her, my thumb on her hard swollen clit as she stroked me furiously. There was a time in the distant past when that was my only means of relief. A lot had changed since Jennie had come into my life. I’d hoped to marry but never imagined it would be to a goddess like Jennie. It was all I could do to resist pulling her onto my rod; that’s how hot I was for her. She must have been clairvoyant because, just seconds later, she moved up onto my body and rubbed me into her dripping slit. I had closed my eyes but heard her moan as she slid down until our bodies met.

I couldn’t help myself. I began to move with her, driving my cock as deeply into her as humanly possible. Jennie was right—it was a very long day, and my arm didn’t make it any easier. It felt as though I was being stabbed over and over as the day progressed. However, what I felt now with my wonderful wife was worth everything I had endured.

Let’s face it: there are only so many variations for sex. Sure, there’re oral and anal, although I didn’t find the thought of that appealing, and there’s genital sex. I’d had plenty of manual sex over the twenty-plus years before meeting Jennie. Despite the apparent limitations, sex with Jennie was never dull. She had such energy and love to share that I was never bored. Tonight was as exciting as ever, even though I was exhausted. The pain in my arm had given me a miserable night’s sleep. I’d slept through the night, but Jennie had told me I was tossing and turning the entire time.

Jennie tried something new on me tonight, flexing her vaginal muscles and squeezing my cock like never before. “Oh God!” I was practically screaming as I came and came again until Jennie covered my mouth with hers. She covered my face with kisses once I had settled down. I could barely speak but croaked, “You didn’t.”

“That’s not important. You’ll get me tomorrow. I know how tired you are. Why don’t we get room service? That’s something I always wanted to do.”

“What about Lady? She has to eat, and we have to put her out.”

“I can do both. I know it’s dark, but I won’t go into the park, and I’ll have Lady with me.” I thought about it briefly before struggling to get out of bed. “I’ll come with you, then shower, and we can call down for food. How does that sound?” Jennie gave me a sour look but helped me to get up and dress. I fed Lady, and ten minutes later, we stood together in the park. Several young toughs walked nearby but continued past us when Lady growled. One group even recognized Lady from the TV news, shouting, “Nice going, man,” and other congratulatory remarks. I was pleased when we were safely inside the Plaza’s lobby.

We ordered steaks, probably the best choice for room service, baked potatoes, and a pitcher of iced tea. The food was served on our coffee table as I signed the bill, but I gave the server his tip in cash. Jennie and I ate quietly, but a few minutes later, she asked, “What do you think the police want?”

“Not sure, but I don’t think they want to arrest me. If they did, the detective wouldn’t have phoned. He would have been here waiting for me. He said he has some info on the case, so we’ll find out in the morning.” Room service sounds romantic, but the food is often cold by the time it’s delivered. Tonight, it was okay, but it was better than going out. We ate, showered together as we did every night, and climbed into bed, Jennie, as always, on my left side with her head on my chest. I lay back on the pillow and was gone in seconds.



To be continued