What Would You Do Now? Ch. 03

One last chapter. Please read the first two chapters of the series. This chapter will make more sense that way. Thanks again to all who commented on my stories. I appreciate the comments, suggestions, and criticisms, both constructive and others. I realize not everyone will like my stories or my style of writing, but I have a hard time paying any attention to the mean spirited critics who slander me personally along with my work. I might take their suggestions more to heart if they had the guts to sign their comments. As one of the comments said they would erase the story and never read my stories again. Good advice. That is the ultimate censorship. Go for it. Everyone is entitled to their opinion. Anyway thanks again to those who are trying to help a new writer get going. Enjoy.

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When we last left our "hero" he had divorced his cheating wife of 30 years, got some payback on the bastard that was screwing his wife, won the lottery, and most important searched out and got better medical care. He is now able to meaningful sexual encounters. Here we go.

It has been 2 years plus since my divorce. My wife was having an affair due to my lack of being able to maintain an erection during sex. That is the main reason that she gave me. Bullshit. Anyway I changed doctors and meds and that problem has been solved. Let me say here, my first doctor was concerned with treating my heart problems and saving my life. He is a good man and he saved my life. After a couple of years, I should have discussed my lack of sexual function with him and asked about changes. It is all on me that I let my sexual problems go on as long as they did. Guess I was more worried about living than fucking. I can now satisfy both myself and my partner with the normal fuck you socks off sex, not more than two times a day and not two times a day several days in a row. This is not the wild monkey sex of my youth, but I'm a young man anymore either. I just turned 67.

I won the lottery just after our separation and decided to split it with my ex. I know, I know, after what she had done to me with her affair I should have told her to pound sand. In my own defense, she had given me 30 great years out of our 31 year marriage. She was my best friend. The last 7 or 8 years she was a saint (except for the affair) and took good care of me. My check from the lottery was about $600 thousand a year. After paying taxes, paying my son to manager my accounts, and splitting my winnings with my ex, I still had a very substantial amount of money to play with. So play I did.

I bought a house on a lake in Southern California, got a nice boat to go with it, and just began to enjoy the money and my life. I played golf, drove my boat and one of my new Ford trucks (a small one and a big one), and just had a great time. This is what retirement should be. In addition to my toys, I always seemed to have one or two young lovelies staying with me. Not always the same ones, they seemed to sort of rotate new ones in. There is no doubt that they were there for the money. I never actually paid them, but some very nice presents came their way. Once in a while money was give for clothes, trinkets and shopping. These ladies were all 25 to 35 years old and not in love with this old man. Let me be clear about this; I don't care, I don't care, I don't care. After the shit with my ex-wife, I wasn't up for love anyway. I just know I would rather play with my toys in the company of hot, sexy, and available women than by myself. If they were there for the party, I was the host with the most.

I was sitting on my patio, relaxing and admiring the two nearly nude ladies sunbathing by my pool. My son, John, walked around the side of the house. A short word about my boy. He is divorced also, different reason, same result. He and my grandson were frequently at my place. My grandson likes the lake and the boat, my son likes the girls. There were a couple of "my girls" that he seemed to have, well at least lust for, but he never made any moves. I told him to go for it at least 3 different times. He said he just would feel weird "Following in his father's footsteps", if you know what I mean. John came over and sat down, looked at me and said he wanted to say something, but didn't want me to go ballistic and to hear him out.

"Go for it John" I said. "I'll try to keep my cool and my mouth shut until you are done. No promises after that. If this is another plea to get me to go back to Jenny, you are wasting your time."

"Pop you have to meet and talk to Momma" John began. (Jenny is his step-mom). "She is a basket case. She is losing weight, she looks like an old bag lady, and she just doesn't seem to want to take care of herself. Please Pop, go see her."

"You done?" I asked. He nodded his head. "John I appreciate your concern and understand you love for Jenny. However, there is no way I want to see, talk, or hear from her. What she did to me was the most horrible thing anyone has ever done. When I was young, I would have kicked the hell out of her and at least crippled that asshole with her instead of just leaving. No son, I won't meet or call her. She can live the life she made for herself. Don't bring the subject up again!"

John looked at me for a long time. He seemed to puff up, get a little red in the face and shouted at me "You always were a hard headed old shit. I am going to try one more time and then I'm leaving. Momma had been punished enough, not only by you but by her company. It has to stop Dad. If you can't put aside your hurt pride and help her, then fuck you. I won't be back and it will be a cold day in hell before you see your grandson again."

When he finished, I jumped to my feet and stood glaring down at him. John stood up to face me and I was looking up at him. John is 6ft 4, I am 5ft 8. "You are becoming a little cocky talking to me like that youngster."

"I'm just as hard headed as you Pop. You were a good teacher. One of things you taught me was that if I thought I was right then fuck the world and go for it. That's what I'm doing. It's the only threat that might work with you."

"Okay you shithead, I'll call Jenny tomorrow morning. Now can we drink a couple of beers and watch my ladies play nude volleyball?"

He seemed come back to normal, not so dangerous. "I would love to stay, but I have to pick up your grandson from after school care. Not sure my heart could stand watching that redhead jump around anyway. How do you do it? At your age, how do you keep up with them?"

"My heart is pure, therefore I have the strength of 10 men."

"Bullshit", John said laughing at me. "No really Pop, how do you keep going like this with your heart problem?"

"Son, the new medicine has given me a new life. It's almost like I don't have the problem anymore. I know; I know it's still there, but I don't obsess about it anymore. My life is so much more fun, what with the money and the ladies that I really don't give a shit how long it keeps on. I just want it to keep on. Every morning I get up and decide it's going to be a good day because I woke up and I'm above ground."

"Okay, I guess that's all anyone could want. Got to go, call Momma please." John waved as he walked back to his truck. A little aside here. When John graduated from high school, Jenny and I told him we would buy him any car (within reason) that he wanted. We put it on hold until he got out of the Navy. He then chose a pick up. The men of my family seem to have a thing about pick-up trucks.

It was too late that day to call Jenny, so I decided to do it tomorrow morning. Bullshit, I was just putting it off because I didn't want to call her at all. My two lovelies called me to come join them skinny dipping. You can't keep you public waiting so I ran and jumped into the pool. I'll let you imagination supply what happened the rest of the evening.

Mid morning and I can't put "THE CALL" off any longer. John has already called this morning to remind me. I grabbed the phone and called Jenny's number, hoping for a message that she had left town or something.

"Hello?" Jenny answered. She sounded like an old lady. I know she is 63, but she sounded like 103. Her voice was lifeless, like it almost took too much effort to talk.

"Hi Jenny, it's me."

"William?" She seemed very surprised. "I didn't expect you to call me after the last time we saw each other." (I had been very rough on her at the attorney's office when we signed the divorce papers).

"Yes Jenny, it's me. What's this bullshit I hear about you not eating or taking care of yourself?" Being diplomatic is not one of my strong suits.

"It just doesn't seem to matter anymore," she answered. "The company fired me and that took the wind out of my sails. You have been very generous but I need something to keep me going beside money. My work made me feel useful and needed. Now I don't have you or my work. So why bother?"

"You have your son, grandson and your friends. You always wanted to travel; now you can. You have the money and the time. Isn't that enough?" I was beginning to worry about her. I have never heard her so down. "Wait, what do you mean you were fired?"

"They said I had violated company policy. Fraternizing with another employee is against the rules. So they gave me a large severance package and fired me." Jenny started crying. Sobbing really.

"Settle down, Jenny. Quit blubbering. I can't understand you. "Did they fire Henry too?"

"I don't know, they just mentioned him as the employee I was with and rushed me out of the building. I had 30 minutes to clean out my office and get out. Two security people were watching me and walked me out."

I was beginning to smell a rat here. Jenny may not be my wife anymore, but I'll be damned if those assholes were going to treat her this way. (Okay, I know, after her affair I shouldn't care what happens to her. She was my lover, my wife, and my best friend for 30 years and even being the asshole that I am I couldn't just forget that. So sue me, I'm a wimp). I felt that part of our problem before was the companies lax attitude about the things going on at their meetings. The jerks decided to get rid of Jenny to cover their ass. NOT ON MY WATCH. They were in for a world of hurt and didn't know it yet. It sure is nice not having to worry about a job or money. It would let me go balls to the wall against them. They couldn't hurt me but I could sure hurt them. I will fuck up their world totally.

"Jenny I need you to promise me that you will take care of yourself beginning right now. Your grandson needs his grandma. I am going to look into you being fired and see exactly what is going on. Don't give up. Okay? Will you promise me?"

"Okay William. I promise. I will eat some breakfast, take a shower, and change clothes. Will you call or better yet come to see me, please?"

"I'll drive down in two or three days, Jenny. I have to do some leg work and see what I can find out. Take better care of yourself and I will call you again tomorrow."

After we hung up, it was all I could do to keep from going postal on those bastards at the company. First things first, let's see if good old Henry still works for them. I looked up the number of the company's office. Placed the call and asked for Henry Jackson. I was connected to his secretary. So the asshole wasn't fired. Just Jenny was let go.

"Henry Jackson speaking," he answered his phone.

"Hi Henry this is William. You know Jenny's husband. Remember me?"

"What, err who, err how, err, err." he stuttered. "What do you want?"

"Nothing much Henry. Just wondered how you knee was. Doing much dancing these days? Oh and by the way, why are you still working there and Jenny got fired for fraternization?"

"That wasn't my decision William. I had nothing to do with that. It came from higher up. I didn't want it to happen and tried to stop her from being fired, but they wouldn't listen to me."

"Henry, there is only so much bullshit that a person can spout and you just exceeded your lifetime quota with that statement. You are full of shit. I called to give you and that shit pot company a warning. You fuckers are going to pay big time for what you did to Jenny. I mean big time. She may own the company before I'm done. Fuck you Henry and fuck the rest of those assholes. You ass is mine." I slammed the phone down.

I was so mad, no pissed off, that I could feel my heart racing. Calm down asshole before you have a heart attack, I told myself. Some deep breathing exercises calmed me down. Now, time to plan and take them down. My next call was to my attorney Steve. During the divorce, he and I became good friends.

I called his direct number and filled him in on what had happened to Jenny. Do we have a case or has my mouth been writing checks I can't cash?"

"Hell yeah you, or rather Jenny, has a great case," Steve answered. Why are you in the middle of this? I mean last time you saw Jenny you didn't care if she lived or died. At least that was the way it sounded."

"I know, but I was really hurting then. My pride was bruised and all that shit. After all this time, maybe I have grown up a little and decided I have been an asshole long enough.

"I will get our expert in sexual harassment on this right now, but I will stay close and help out. How much do you want from them William?" He sounded like I had just handed him the keys to the vault at Fort Knox.

"Believe it or not, Steve, it's not about the money. That pack of hyenas just picked the wrong person to fuck with. It pisses me off that these bastards are shitting all over Jenny. If they do it to her, they will or have done it to others. No more, if I can stop it I will. You guys figure out how best to hurt them and let's kick some ass."

"I'm on it buddy. Talk to you soon." As Steve was hanging up I heard him shouting at his assistant to put on his roller skates that they had a great case to work on.

My phone started to ring the minute I hung it up. "Hello. Yes this is he. No I won't talk to that shit head." It was Henry's secretary calling for him. "Tell him Jenny's attorney will contact them shortly. Also tell him to eat shit and die." I hung up before she or Henry could say anything else.

One week later and I am sitting with Jenny in her apartment. She looked thin and washed out, but she had done her hair and makeup. Jenny seemed very happy that I had come to see her instead of calling. Her voice seemed full of life again, not the monotone I had heard a few days ago. Not at her best, I was still excited to see her. Guess I just a wimp after all. I missed my friend. I missed US, not so much the sexual side of our life but the friendship and enjoyment of doing and exploring things together.

I explained to Jenny what Steve and I were trying to do. I told her you probably won't get your job back, but the company will be punished for what they tried to do to you.

"I trust you to do what is best William. Thank you for your help."

"I have to go now but I will call you every few days to advise you on what is going on. If it's alright with you, I will drop by to see you now and then. Okay?" I was afraid she wouldn't want to see me again.

"That would be wonderful. Please do." Jenny responded.

Three months have gone by and the case has been settled out of court. I was again at Jenny's apartment. She now looked more like her old self, animated and full of life again. Still not back to normal, but close. As the case went on, I would see Jenny about twice a week. We would go to lunch, even a couple of dinners and just talk and enjoy our time together. Funny, but we never seemed to talk about the law suit we were working on. We were always too busy talking about our son and grandson, about memories and about short term plans.

Oh, about the company, my old pal Henry was sacked along with 3 of the upper level management types that had been involved with Jenny being fired. Payback is a bitch and this time she had PMS.

"Jenny, it's like I said Steve couldn't get your job back. That was expected. However, he did get you a very nice settlement and a written promise to review the company's policies concerning the problem of sexual harassment in their firm." I took a check out of my pocket and gave it to her.

"This check is for 2 million dollars!" Jenny said in amazement.

"Yeah, Steve went for the quick fix. The company also paid Steve's bill, so that is all yours."

"I really appreciate what you and Steve have done for me, but it wasn't about the money. You give me more money than I need. I just need to feel useful and wanted. They took that away from me. I still don't have that, like I did when I was working."

"I know Jenny, but this is best that could be done. If you want to be useful, come up and stay with me. I need help running the house. I always forget to order or pick up something, guess I'm out of practice after 30 years. You can run the household accounts, see that I take my meds on time and just generally bring structure to my home. You won't have to do cleaning or cooking, unless you want to, I have a housekeeper for that stuff. Please Jenny, I need someone I can trust and I miss my friend."

"What about all your lady guests? John has told me about you mini harem. I understand you keep them two or three at a time."

"I guess they will have to find another sugar daddy; it's about time for this old fart to grow up. They can't fish worth a damn anyway. You always liked to fish, we could sell the big boat and get a little bass boat and go fishing like we used to. I'm not offering a reconciliation Jenny, I'm offering a chance for two good friends to enjoy life with one another. We can see what happens as we go along. What do you say Jenny?"

"Yes, not only yes, but hell yes. That's what I hoped for, a chance to show you how sorry I am for what I did. Not just sorry to get caught, but sorry for doing it in the first place. This sounds like a good way to do that and if nothing else at least I will have my best friend back. When do I move in?"

"Right now. I have the big truck outside and we can load up as soon as you're packed. Just take the clothes you need, we can get the rest later. Let's go, we are burning daylight." (Sorry, I like John Wayne, always wanted to say that.)

Two years down the road and Jenny and I are as close as we ever were, maybe more so. We took our time and romance reared its head about six months in. There is only our bedroom now, not his and hers. I guess 30 years of love, friendship, companionship and joy together can over come almost anything.

For those of you that say I am a wimp, not a man or whatever; let me say this. Walk a mile in my shoes and then go fuck yourself. I am happy and that is what matters.

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The quote about daylight is from "The Cowboys" a John Wayne movie. Sorry again, but I am a big fan.

As to the story, I hope you can understand where William is coming from. If not, oh well to each his own. I can't stress enough 30 years together just doesn't happen often.