No one under 18 years old, any similarities to any person living or dead is forbidden as this is total fiction and fantasy. Please try to keep it away from reality. Have fun with it. Tongue in cheek. a little bit over the top and there is slight incest in the story, so if thats a trigger for you, stop immediately and go read something else. Its all in fun.
By the way, this is my 100th story on Literotica. Be nice in your evil bloodthirsty comments. Try and be civil. Hope you enjoy this little story.
Old Man and the C
My wife died in a horrific car accident. She was broadsided by a company limousine, and the limo driver was almost twice the legal limit in blood alcohol. He is serving time, as this was not his first DWI, but his first vehicular homicide. When he gets out, he and I will have a short conversation before he dies a painful death. He had only been in prison for three years. Not nearly long enough. He knows that I will be waiting for him, no matter how long it takes.
His employer had good insurance and voluntarily paid an additional very large settlement to basically hush up the entire situation. I was somewhat angry with them, but most of my anger was focused on their driver.
After everything was said and done, my poor wife was laid to rest. I was alone. We had been married for twenty-eight years. I grieved for her terribly. I was given checks with lots of zeros, but I would gladly trade everything in my possession if God could somehow bring my Darling wife back to me. ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING!
I owned my own engineering company that practically ran itself. I only had to check in with my well-trained staff about once or twice a month, if that. I always tried to hire the best people available. I tried very hard to NOT micro-manage them. I hired smart folks for a reason dammit.
They always say the fish don't jump into the boat, but we were pretty lucky that we had many happy repeat customers that talked us up, and we seemed to have a huge amount of referral business. We must be doing something right!
I had always been generous with salaries and our turnover was effectively zero. Nobody wanted to leave! I made sure everyone was treated with respect. We did a good business that was extremely challenging and rewarding for the engineers.
My guys were very, very good. Lately, we have been getting quite a few requests for bids on county government jobs, but most of them are more trouble than they are worth. I was asked to post a performance bond and I thought, why am I doing all this extra work for a lousy "lowest bid" job? I decided to just pull our bid, and let someone
WAY smarter than us deal with all that underpaid bull.
We were booked out six months at that time, so a public job that paid poorly AND required we pay a bond, well, that seemed kinda like an insult to injury. There were other issues as well that drove us away from that pain-in-the-ass county customer. Life is too short to deal with crooks and assholes, so no thanks, we won't be bidding on ANY county contracts, ever.
So I was a bit surprised to see the County Director of public works in my outer office sipping our fancy, delicious "guests-only" coffee. Director wasn't quite right. She was
actually the comptroller, seeing that all money was accounted for, and her cute ass was in my office. I suppose she was waiting to yell at me. Her strawberry blonde hair seemed like a lion's mane on this gorgeous woman. I wasn't sure if her hair was more red or blonde
but it was amazingly beautiful to my eyes. Like a movie star. She looked perturbed to me, probably just because I wasn't there yet.
I was a tad late, as I had stopped to chat with my dear departed wife, and put fresh flowers on her grave. I am sure my secretary told her about my daily ritual. I had come to the realization that I didn't give a fuck if folks did not understand why I was fifteen or so minutes tardy. I still loved her, even though I was very well aware that she was gone. She was my soul mate, through and through.
Yes, I am still grieving. Yes, it's been a few years. So what? Everyone grieves in their own way, and at their own pace. I still miss her to this day. We were together for a very long time, and I hope to see her when I pass, good Lord willing. I miss her, plain and simple.
I am the boss. I'm allowed to be ten or fifteen minutes late. I own the damn business, thank you for being so understanding. Fuck you if you don't cut me some slack.
"Hello Michelle Hardwick, how may I help you?" I wiped my eyes. "Must be my stupid allergies acting up." Tears were unavoidable sometimes.
"Michael Margolis... why are you crying?" She suddenly was concerned about my well-being. That's a switch. Most of the time I doubt that she would piss on me if I was on fire. She was one of those folks who joked all the time. My shrink says it's just a type of defense mechanism. I just think it's obnoxious. Life is not one great big joke to me.
To be honest, I do laugh at her jokes now and then. She is extremely funny for a damn comptroller.
"I just stopped by to see Jean, you know, say 'Hi', freshen up the flowers, pick up the trash.
I apologize. I don't like to dump on people. Just give me a moment please." I wiped my eyes with a tissue and took a few deep breaths. I grabbed a cup of the fine Colombian dark roast and downed it in one go. It was delicious. Helped me get back on track. Need my caffeine for sure.
My graveside visits were emotionally draining, but I needed them. They helped the lizard part of my brain admit and recognize that my darling wife was truly gone, gone to a beautiful and better place, and she would have to wait a bit for me to join her. Every morning, I still reached out for my now missing wife.
"So why did you pull your bid on that 'Camp Road' contract? You guys were a shoo-in, and you always do excellent work." Like I care about those cheap-ass county crooks. I have better ways to waste my time. Not to mention that I waste my hard-earned money on this county foolishness. Fuck them.
"We did good work last year and in return the County just fucked us, changing all the damned parameters well after the fact. You do realize that meant we had to do the whole thing over again? I hate doing something twice and being paid once. NEVER AGAIN.
"We presented our finished work to the Commissioners as per the damn contract, and they still have not paid us. Now this year, they're trying to pull the same stupid shit, except we are now required to post a fuckin' performance bond. That's just an insult to injury. I think they want us to pad the bill for a kickback, but we just don't do that. So we will no longer bid on any county contracts at all- 'PERIOD, THE END!' " I was not about to change my mind about these fuckers, no matter how sweet and beautiful their darling comptroller was. Fuck the bastards.
"You know, we have eight guys doing much the same work, and they bring in ten times the revenue working over in Dubai," I explained. The county commissioners were not folks that I wanted to deal with. Crooked and cheap is intolerable to me.
"I got a job offer from your new buddies in Dubai, but it got retracted when I spoke to the guy on the phone. He didn't know I was a woman. As soon as he found out, the five hundred thousand dollar job was instantly canceled. No shit! Well, easy come, easy go. I would have needed you to drive me everywhere if I had got that job." She was speaking about Dubai again.
"WHAT?!" I was thinking 'Shit here's another damn joke on the way.'
