This will be my 100th published story/part of a story. I've been at it a little over 2 years and I enjoy writing for myself and for the over 1000 followers who enjoy my stories as well. I'll keep it going as long as I can keep it fun and sexy. Thanks to you all out there! Enjoy this one like all the others!
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Linda and I had a nice four days alone. We went to a fancy dinner, to a movie, we had dinner with my family at a Chinese restaurant we enjoyed, and we did some shopping, including something for Linda's father. And we enjoyed sex in all sorts of ways. Slow lovemaking, rough and dirty with a little spanking and the occasional finger in the other's anus. Blowjobs and eating pussy, just for the fun of it.
Linda told me her father, Robert Eisner (Linda told me she kept her married name, Hauser, for the sake of her children, who found having the same last name much easier) liked to go fishing a couple of mornings a week on one of the thousands of charter vessels that surround the coast of Florida. We went to a sporting goods store, busy with the holiday season, and found a nice middle-aged man who really knew his stuff. Linda told him she wanted a new reel, giving him the details about his preferences on rods and other equipment that I wasn't familiar with. She was able to talk to him about the technical aspects of the equipment, all way over my head. She really was the child of a fishing devotee.
We left 20 minutes later with a $220 reel. As we got into my car (after I held the door for her as usual), I said "I had no idea those things could cost so much. I thought they all come attached to the rods, that's it."
"My dad's been deep sea fishing since I can remember. It was his way of relaxing when he was stressed from his business."
"What kind of business was he in?"
"He was a Factor in the garment industry. He gave very short-term loans, like thirty days, to the companies that had tight margins. Say they were short money for payroll, rental space etc. Dad would loan them the money for the short term, after making sure they were due to be paid within that time, and he'd charge a small percentage as his fee. If they didn't pay, he could seize their goods and sell it on his own for however much he could get. It's a very tough business, with a lot of threats and such, and sometimes he needed to get away for a few hours and just unwind on the water. He'd get on a charter out of Freeport or Merrick, usually catch a couple of fish, and feel better when he got home. When I was ten, he started taking me, and I learned a lot about fishing. And it became our time together, every few weeks." She got quiet then, thinking about a time that was very special to her. "Now I go with him maybe once a year when I visit. He comes to New York a couple of times a year, but he's busy spending some time with me and the kids as well as seeing old friends or going to some ball games."
"You seem to know about the business he was in. Why didn't you take it over from him when he retired, Honey?"
"Are you kidding? I just told you what an ugly business that could be. No way did I want that lifestyle. I'd be working fourteen-hour days, chain smoking, eating like a slob, and working on my first heart attack. Like he did." Linda reached across the gap between our seats and held my hand. "He sold the business after he had that heart attack. He cleaned up his act, lost weight, stopped smoking, and learned to relax by fishing, swimming, and he likes to go dancing at the club in his condo. Mostly ballroom and gentle Swing style. It keeps him fit, and sometimes he meets a lady dancing. What they do, I don't ever want to know. That would be as weird as me telling him what I do. I'm just glad he's happy."
I drove onto the Meadowbrook Parkway, headed back to Queens, and I asked her about something she almost never talked about. "Linda, Darling, you never mention your mother. All I know is she's dead. If you want to talk about i sometime..." I left it hanging there, but I could see her get all tensed up. I hoped I didn't cross into uncomfortable territory for her.
"When we get home, and you pour us a couple of drinks, Baby. It's hard for me to talk about. So just be very loving to me when I talk about her."
"You don't have to ask me to love you, Darling. Loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done in my life." She gave me a reassuring smile as a couple of tears drew down her cheek. Shit, the last thing I wanted to do was cause her any pain.
We got home (I was thinking of her apartment as my home as well) and after putting away some packages, we got changed into some very comfortable sleepwear, even though it was only about 4PM. I poured a vodka martini for her and a scotch on the rocks for me (I tend to pour my drinks heavy), we put on some soft music, dimmed the lights, and sipped our drinks slowly. Linda took a framed, old photograph from the coffee table and held it closer than arm's length. The woman in the photo resembled Linda, and was beautiful, just like my Darling. The picture was in black and white, but it was a professional portrait, lit expertly, and the woman had an enigmatic smile.
"Baby, you've seen this picture of my mother, Ruth Eisner. Such a pretty woman, and funny and kind. Born in 1932, married in 1952, gave birth to me two years later. When I was a little girl, I'd ask her why I didn't have a baby brother or sister, and she'd just brush the question away." Linda was sniffling, but not crying, but we had a box of tissues ready for the inevitable tears. I shifted my grasp around her body and let her continue. "I found out later, from her sister, my Aunt Esther, that mom had trouble giving birth to me and the doctors told her no more pregnancies. My father and mother followed that advice, but her health was never quite the same after I was born. She was in a lot of pain some days and it wore her down. When I was sixteen, she caught an infection, but the doctors misdiagnosed her, and the infection spread. By the time they got it right, it was too late for her. My father and I lost her on May 19, 1970." Now the tears were falling down her cheeks, but she wasn't sobbing. "I lost her way too soon, Dennis. I wasn't ready. Not nearly. There was so much I still wanted to ask her." Her tears were flowing and I cradled her in my arms and just let her cry. It was what she needed to do.
We sat like that for maybe 20 minutes. I just gave her comfort and love, just what she needed. There was nothing sexual in the way I held her. I felt protective, nothing more. "You can go on if you like, Honey. You can share whatever you like."
"Thank you, Baby. You have such a good heart." She took a pull on her drink, then continued. "I told you I went a little crazy when I got to college a year later. I was interested in sex, I found I enjoyed it, I even did those two movies. I said I had no regrets; I did what I did and, at the time, I enjoyed it. But some of it was me lashing out at the death of my mother. I was an angry woman. And my dad, as much as I love him and he worries about me, at that time, he was kind of closed off. He was in his own pain, and it took him three years to shake it off and communicate with me as a loving father. So those years were very complicated. I wish I had told you about all this much sooner." Linda turned her head and sought my kiss, which I gladly gave her. Then we shared another.
"You told me when you were ready, Honey. I could have asked; maybe I should have. We seemed to be dealing with so much else all summer, and then we didn't even talk for three months. But I could have asked. I'm sorry I didn't."
