Leaving home Chapter 13

Leaving home
Chapter 13
 
“Well…I could tell you about it, and we could always go when the child is older. Then you could join in. I have two ideas- your choice—a European river cruise or a multi-island vacation.”
 
“Why don’t you tell me about the river cruise after we’re done?” She rose and pulled me up as she fixed Lady’s leash to her collar. The law required her to be on a leash, but it was unnecessary. Lady would stay at “heel” until either Jennie or I released her. Most of the time, we held her leash with only the slightest pressure. Sometimes, I just put the handle in my pocket.
 
We returned to the suite twenty minutes later, walking directly into the bedroom. Jennie entered my arms, carefully removed my sling, and wrapped my arms around her waist. “You can kiss me now, darling. You can kiss me anytime…anytime you want.” I wanted to then, and I did, and it was as fantastic as always. Jennie’s lips were full and soft--her tongue ever inquisitive as it danced and dueled with mine.
 
It was mid-kiss when Jennie began to push me back toward the bed—at least, that’s where I hoped I was headed. Our eyes closed, and I knew Jennie couldn’t see through my body. Luckily, I felt the bed behind my knees just before Jennie lifted me onto the blanket. Breaking the kiss, she whispered, “You don’t think I’d let you fall, do you?” I would have answered had she not resumed the kiss. She moved my arm out of the way and proceeded to “do the doing.” And that’s precisely what she did, rubbing that luscious body over mine and pushing her nipples into my mouth. I suckled eagerly as Jennie worked her magic on me. No matter how often we made love, she always made me as hard as a stone and as hot as any lover has ever been.
 
Tonight was no exception. We were filled with lust and love for each other. I thought she would push me back and mount me, but she rose instead and pulled me up with her. “I’ve never done it like this,” she said as she knelt on the side of the bed, presenting her sweet ass in my direction.
 
My hands were on her hips, and she reminded me to watch for my arm. I leaned down to kiss each of her glorious cheeks as I inserted a finger into her love tunnel. A few seconds later, I was rubbing the head of my cock into her slit, oozing nectar. My first thrust drove me two inches in, and I followed until I could feel her cervix, something I knew could hurt my love and something I could never do to her.
 
I stood up straighter, and that must have been right because Jennie groaned with pleasure. I knew the lower side of my cock was rubbing her G-spot with every thrust. Jennie pushed back, and soon we were at it like crazy—twisting and turning as I drove deep into her. She almost lost it when I leaned forward to rub and pinch her nipples.
 
Jennie’s movements showed she was out of control, so I wasn’t at all surprised when I moved my right hand to her clit. My hands are big, so I could easily tease each nipple with but a single hand while my other squeezed and twisted her clit. Looking down, I could see Jennie’s knuckles were white, and she held the blanket in a death grip. A second later, her back arched, and she lost it completely. A low guttural growl oozed from her mouth, growing in intensity as her orgasm claimed to reign over her body.
 
I continued to thrust and rub and twist until I felt she could take no more. By then, I had also lost control. I came—hard—as I fell forward, my body covering her back. I had just moved my arm out of the way when my lips found Jennie’s ear. I knew it was her only ticklish spot, and she claimed that she hated being kissed there. However, she never once complained. Pulling back, I whispered, “I love you and always will.”
 
Jennie was still out of it when she responded, “That’s nice.” I put Jennie to bed tonight, climbing in once she was settled. Wrapping my left arm around her, I pulled her onto my body until she found her usual spot—head on my shoulder and leg draped lazily over my thigh.
 
We always went to bed early, sometimes even to sleep, so we were always up early. We were dressed in golf shirts and shorts for today’s sightseeing. I stopped off to see the concierge on our way to breakfast. He had done very well by me with tickets and reservations, and I’d done well by him, too. I had tipped him $100 so far, and I’d give him another $100 today, our last day in New York. He’d done everything I had requested.
 
We hopped into a cab for the trip down Fifth Avenue to 34th, where we took a tour of the Empire State Building. The displays on the way up told us all about the construction and history of the building, but the highlight was the observation deck on the 86th floor. You can go higher—to the top on the 102nd, but the view isn’t any better, and the entire area is enclosed in glass and very cramped. We could skip the line and most of the crowd by getting here early and purchasing our tickets in advance. The views here were incredible, almost as good as those from the World Trade Center had been. I lost several friends and even more business acquaintances that fateful day in 2001.
 
Jennie was excited when she saw Central Park and our hotel. “There’s Macy’s,” she exclaimed. Wow, you can see how big the store is from here. Oh, Doug, thank you so much for bringing me here.” She punctuated her remarks with a big hug and kiss, much to the amusement of those nearby. We stayed there for over an hour, buying cheesy tee shirts with King Kong climbing the side of the building.
 
We stopped on the street at a food truck for hot dogs before hailing a cab to Pier 83 at 42nd and 12th for the Circle Line cruise around Manhattan. Down the Hudson, we traveled around the Statue of Liberty and up the East River past Wall Street and the South Street Seaport. On our way north, we saw the Chrysler Building and the old Brooklyn Navy Yard, and we passed under the Manhattan and Brooklyn Bridges. Jennie was spellbound when we entered the ship canal at Spuyten Duyvil—Dutch for Devil’s Whirlpool--where the currents are treacherous. We finished the tour at two and returned to the hotel for a brief rest.
 
“Where to next, Darling?”
 
“We’re going to the Bronx again to one of my favorite places. That’s not quite true since I’ve never been there. I went to the old one plenty of times, though.”
 
“Doug! Please don’t tease me.”
 
“Sorry, sweetheart—we’re going to Yankee Stadium for the game tonight. Maybe we should take a cab, although the subway from here is a breeze. I must consider returning to the hotel because the subway is always jammed. We’d have to wait for four or five trains to get on the platform.”
 
“Are we taking Lady?”
 
“Yes, we are. I even bought a ticket for her. We’ll be right behind the Yankees’ dugout. Maybe we can get a souvenir ball. Let’s go now so we’ll have plenty of time.” Once out the door, I decided we should take a cab. It was safer, and we had plenty of time. Cabbies always know all the best routes. We had just piled in when I told the driver, “Yankee Stadium…and step on it.” Like most, the driver was a foreigner, so I prayed he knew English.
 
While in the cab, I asked Jennie if she’d like to stay another day and maybe go to a spa. “I’m sure the concierge could arrange it,” she said.
 
She smiled and leaned over to kiss me. “Thank you, Doug, but I’d like to go home. I need to see my doctor, and I’d like some time to plan our trip to Iowa.”
 
“That’s a good idea. We also have to decide whether or not you should confront your mother or stepfather. It might not be a good idea because of your name change. Damn, I never gave a thought at the time that you could go home.”
 
“I am going home, Doug—to our house…to our home. Going to Iowa is so that I can smirk at that asshole.” I grinned in response, then sat back to watch where we were going. Cab drivers have taken extra long routes, even in circles, to jack up the tab. Fortunately, we were taking a fairly direct route.
 
We were early, so we walked directly through security, enjoying a laugh when the admissions agent saw that Lady had her ticket. “You don’t need a ticket for a service dog, especially for tickets like these.”
 
“I know, but I wouldn’t want the other patrons to be squeezed in because I need my dog. This way, she’ll have her own space, and so will everyone else.”
 
“I guess…anyway, Section 14B is that way.” He pointed left. We went to the Yankees Team Store and bought tee shirts and caps. The shirts we had worn went into the bag. Next, we walked up to the Food Court, where we purchased two hand-cut prime steak sandwiches and Cokes from Lobel’s. I’d read online that these sandwiches were delicious, and they were—delicious. Once we had used the restroom, we walked down to our seats in Section 14B, right behind the dugout. Jennie took our souvenir program down to the fence and got autographs from A-Rod, Brett Gardner, Chase Headley, and Mark Teixeira. It's incredible what batting one’s eyelashes will do, especially when they’re attached to someone who looks and is built like Jennie.
 
The game was fun, especially since the Yanks beat the Bosox 5-3. We had a blast, even catching a foul ball. Okay, we didn’t see it. It looked like it went a mile high, but when Jennie went to grab it off the floor, two guys tried to push her away. They might have succeeded if Lady hadn’t growled in their faces. Interest in a possible souvenir suddenly vanished. Jennie was all grins as she rejoined me. “This is going on my dresser,” she told me as she dropped it into her purse.
 
We took our time after the game and found a cab quickly. Thirty minutes later, we were in our suite, where we began packing. Even after expanding our bags to the max, Jennie still had plenty that wouldn’t fit. She put the remaining clothes in one of the large bags from Macy’s, and we strolled, but contentedly, to bed. The boutique manager had phoned, telling me we were in luck. A few dresses were produced, but after hearing our story, the designer agreed to make just one more for Jennie. I had to pay, of course, but once done, it would be sent directly to us by Fed Ex.
 
I called down to the bell desk once we had finished breakfast. David was there with our limo, and the bags were in the trunk. I tipped the bellhops and followed Jennie and Lady into the rear seat. I sat back, completely relaxed, as David drove away. We had a relatively easy trip to LaGuardia, although there’s never an easy one in the city. I had just tipped and thanked David when our bags were carried to the plane. We boarded and got Lady secured, relaxing in the well-upholstered seats.
 
Ninety minutes later, we landed in Wilmington. Rather than stop for lunch, Jennie wanted to go home. I did stop at the post office for our mail, and I noticed something I’d share with Jennie later today.
She was happy when I drove through the gate to our home but probably not as happy as Lady. She raced around the property as Jennie and I laughed. Finally, tongue hanging from her mouth, she strolled to us. I filled her bowl with water a minute later, and she drank thirstily while I carried the bags to the bedroom.
 
Jennie had the washing machine running a few minutes later, but we still needed to be done. Later that afternoon, I applied myself to the potential problems Jennie might face when she returns home. My eyes were closed, and I was almost asleep when I bolted upright. “Damn! It’s so simple!” I had practically shouted, so Jennie came running, thinking something was wrong. I was smiling when she appeared.
 
“It’s so simple. I should have realized immediately.”
 
“What, Doug?”
 
“You have to return to being Jessie when we go to Iowa. I don’t think we should share my surname, so they’ll have trouble finding you. I have another card I can play, but let’s wait until we see how things go.”
 
“What do you mean…another card?”
 
“I wrote my first “Idiots” program for my doctoral thesis. It was and still is an excellent program, but that doesn’t make people want to buy it. I had to advertise, especially because I couldn’t convince Walmart or any other vendor to stock their shelves with it. That meant I needed other work, and some of my early clients were…let’s say, ‘unsavory.’ I still have some of those contacts and may use them if you are in danger. That’s all I want to say now. The less you know, the better. Get used to being called Jessie for a few weeks.”
 
I had sorted the mail and found what I was looking for. Jennie was in the living room reading when I dropped the magazine in her lap. “What’s this, Doug?”
 
“Consumer Reports—the annual car issue. They rank all the cars by category, such as sedan or SUV. Take a look. Maybe it will help you.” She put her book aside and opened the magazine. She was still reviewing it when I asked about dinner.
 
“Why don’t you just bring in a pizza and maybe a salad? We overate in New York--at least I know I did.” She rose to kiss me as I pulled my phone from my pocket. I kissed Jennie, rubbed Lady’s ears, gathered my keys, and walked to the garage.
 
Christopher’s was about ten minutes from my house, so I walked in, paid the bill, and waited about five minutes for my order. I walked into the kitchen to find Jennie had paper plates and cold Cokes on the table. We sat and ate quietly until the pie was almost gone when Jennie spoke. “That Consumer Reports is interesting, but I’m more confused now than ever. Will you take me car shopping tomorrow? Please?” I knew I was a goner when she batted her eyelashes at me. She had me wrapped around her little finger, and she knew it.
 
Jennie…oops, Jessie—I’d better get used to calling her that until we return from Iowa—went out of her way to show her appreciation that night, moving me into a “69” and sucking me deep into her throat. We’d done oral on each other, of course, once her about of Chlamydia had cleared up, but there was nothing to compare to that beautiful night. I felt like a lamb to her wolf. She attacked my body with a vengeance as though we hadn’t been together for months or years. I fell asleep in seconds once she was finished with me.
 
When I woke the following morning, Jennie was smiling down at me. After a quick kiss, she whispered, “Better get up, old man—we have much to do today. I need an appointment with Dr. Cullen, my OB/GYN, first. Then I think you need to take me shopping for a car. Where should we go, Wilmington or Myrtle Beach?”
 
I looked into those clear blue eyes and asked, “Why are you whispering? Practicing for when we have the baby, or are you afraid Lady will hear us?” She gave me an expression of exasperation, then grabbed her pillow and began to beat me with it.
 
“I give up! I give up! Let’s shower, and I’ll take you out for breakfast. We don’t have a doggone thing here in the house. Oh yeah, I love you like no one has ever loved.”
 
She leaned down to kiss me before telling me, “I know. Aren’t I lucky?” She pulled my naked body with her to the shower. I don’t know how much washing we did, but we sure as Hell had a great time doing it. I was barely able to keep the bandages on my arm dry.
 
I was still dripping wet when I let Lady out. Jennie handed me a towel before walking back to dress. She couldn’t avoid shaking her shapely ass down the hall. I laughed. I could afford to—that spectacular body was all mine.
 
I drove to Calabash to the pancake house there. After ordering, I asked Jennie what she was thinking about a car. “Let’s start with the type, and then we can talk about brands, okay?”
 
“Believe it or not, I’m thinking about an SUV. I think it makes the most sense. We’ll have room for the kids, groceries, or whatever else we need. Does that make sense to you?”
 
“It does. A few weeks ago, I read that the SUV had replaced the sedan as the number one choice. Given any thought to how many passengers? Some can seat as many as eight.”
 
“That’s too big.”
 
“Okay, if you want a high-end vehicle, you’re looking at Audi, BMW, Mercedes, Lincoln, Acura, and Lexus. We could add Porsche, but there’s no dealership nearby. That could be a problem when you need service.”
 
“We’re closer to Myrtle Beach, aren’t we?”
 
“Yes, so that’s where we should start. We can start with Mercedes and BMW, which are right next door and are part of the same dealership.” Jennie just nodded, and we were quiet, eating our French toast and omelet until we were in the car again. Then, I couldn’t get Jennie to stop. She was excited, but I had no idea how the next two hours would be.
 
I first drove into the Mercedes lot, thinking Jennie would be enamored of the marquee name. She wasn’t. She told me as we left that she thought the models were “ugly.” We walked next door to the BMW side of the dealership. Jennie walked straight to one of the SUVs on the floor as a salesman approached me. “May I help you, sir?”
 
“No, but you can help my wife.” I pointed to Jennie, seated contentedly in an X5 with every possible package and option imaginable. Jennie had the salesman demonstrate how to attach a child’s seat and almost all the possibilities. Finally, she said she wanted a test drive in the same car, if possible. We went out to the lot to check on their stock. Jennie passed by several but stopped at one that was a dark metallic blue with white leather seats. The list price was more than $70,000.
 
I sat relaxed in the back seat, amazed by my wife’s control as she cruised down the back streets of Myrtle Beach. Jennie was pretty quiet as she listened to the salesman’s patter, primarily comments about how fantastic the car was, how quick it was, how it accelerated, the smooth ride, and all the other bullshit salespeople learn.
 
We were back in the parking lot when the guy asked if we wanted to discuss the price. “Not yet--I want to see something for my husband.” I choked, feeling as though I had just swallowed a cat.
 
“We never discussed a new car for me.”
 
“I know that, silly, but I’m buying you a present—a convertible, I think. Wouldn’t you love to drive a Beemer soft top?”
 
“Well, yeah, but…”
 
“Doug, how much have you done for me since we met and since we’ve been married? I even tried to return your two million, and you wouldn’t take it.” The salesman looked like he had swallowed a canary when Jennie said, “Two million,” but my wife never missed a beat, leading the confused man back into the lot. The first two models were “too small” or “not enough,” according to Jennie. However, she did stop at a row of 6-series cars. I learned by listening carefully that this series of BMWs were only coupes or convertibles. I had to admit they looked much better than my Honda, but they also cost twice as much.
 
Jennie picked a model in a dark red metallic with the same white/black leather interior her car had. “Okay, now we can talk price.”
 
“I think I could do it for 130 plus your husband’s car.”
 
“Oh, you poor man; you must get out of the sun. You’re delusional. Let me tell you something, Jack. I spent five years on the road surviving by my wits, so don’t think I’m an idiot. Why should I pay you almost all the list plus my husband’s Honda? No way’s going to happen. I’m thinking 100 plus the Honda, and before you say you can’t do it, here’s a question. How often do you sell two cars in a single morning? Never, that’s how often. So get me a manager, or we’re going to Wilmington, Florence, or somewhere else where they want to sell a car.” Jennie sat back in her chair while the sales guy asked me for help.
 
“Don’t look at me. I have to live with her. If I were you, I’d get a manager before she gets up and walks away.” The manager was there five minutes later, and after a half hour of dickering, the price was set at $110,000 plus my Honda Accord. I cleaned out my car while Jennie proved she had sufficient funds in her account. I walked into the dealership just as Jennie wrote the check and turned down their efforts to get more money from her with an extended warranty to cover all the cars’ computers.
 
To be continued