Dobrila's Heart

Chapter seven - Of Love and loss in Las Vegas

We spent the rest of that morning as if in a dream. Whenever I looked at Dobrila, I would catch her smiling down at the ring on her finger. She stayed in her little nightie all day, never getting dressed, and I never tired of looking at her, she was just so beautiful. I thanked the stars above for her and her incredible body, thrilled to have and to hold her for as long as our love would last.

The thought of lying beside her every night and filling each night with the pleasure of her company and the warmth of her body next to mine made me shiver to even contemplate.

The afternoon, however, became a whirlwind of activity. I packed only the essential things from my apartment to bring to Dobrila's. She cleared several drawers of sweaters and warm clothing, boxing them up to store in the hall storage closet to make room for my things. Sadly, I needed very little space.

I bid a semi-sweet, fond farewell to Dolly that day. In my loneliest hours, she had been there for me, offering the physical comfort of her presence and making me feel less alone in the world.

I couldn't even begin to hazard a guess at how much semen I had pumped into all three of her always-ready openings. She gave me a great deal of pleasure over the many months I had owned her, but after experiencing the miracle of Dobrila's body, Dolly would never again find her way into my thoughts or my bed. With a box-cutter knife, I opened her from her head to her buttocks. She would never again be inflated. I rolled her up and placed her in a box for the garbage.

The rest of my furnishings were nothing more than hand-me-downs or thrift store items that Dobrila and I decided to have removed and donated to Goodwill. Once they were called, a truck arrived surprisingly quickly, and soon, my apartment was completely bare.

Dobrila then notified the building manager to have the vacant apartment cleaned and then rented to a new tenant.

It's rather a sad commentary that my entire life could be swept away in a matter of a few hours. In twenty-two years, I had accumulated no major possessions, had only a paltry savings account, and still lived hand-to-mouth with a minimum-wage job and no hope of advancement.

Without a rent payment to devastate my monthly income, I would suddenly be more financially stable for the first time since moving to Las Vegas. I couldn't in good conscience though allow Dobrila to support both of us. When I offered to pay half of the rent, which would still leave me more solvent than before, she just smiled and waved her hand dismissively.

"Is time we had a little talk, yes?" she said, taking my hand and smiling. "There are things you now need to know."

She sat me down on the sofa and brought out a briefcase containing several ledgers and business documents. She then began to outline exactly what her business with Beata entailed.

First and foremost, their company owned the entire apartment building we were presently living in. Consequently, she paid no rent whatsoever. I mean, I knew her company owned apartment buildings in Las Vegas, I just never knew that our building was one of them.

The second, and even more astonishing fact was that, for the past many months, she had advised her apartment manager to hold back my rent payments from being deposited in the bank and return them to her. She had then taken my rent payments and created a small savings account in my name at her bank.

I nearly fell over in a dead faint when she handed me the last deposit slip for my savings account which showed a balance of $10,800. It was more money in one place than I have ever had in my life. I was speechless.

Dobrila smiled at the dumbfounded look on my face and kissed my cheek. "Was going to be a present for you one day if you had money problems, she said, "but will now be a little wedding present for my new husband, yes?"

I couldn't believe my good fortune or the caring thoughtful woman who, upon realizing how stretched I was financially, had taken it upon herself to take care of me because I was her best friend.

We, of course, celebrated in much the same manner we celebrated our engagement, this time on the sofa.

Our sexual floodgates had been thrown wide open and for the next few days, we made love like rabbits. We did it everywhere, in bed, on the sofa, in the shower, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, even (blasphemy of blasphemies) while watching Jeopardy.

Dobrila was always ready for me, even eager to engage in sex. Despite her lack of orgasmic pleasure all the years of her marriage, she seemingly reached orgasm quite easily during our couplings, and even occasionally had multiple orgasms.

A few days after our engagement, I broached the subject of a wedding while snuggling on the sofa after Jeopardy, and was somewhat dismayed to see her frown.

"Have you given any thought about how our wedding might be accepted by your family, Jimmy? By your Mother especially, who I believe is even younger than I am?"

I nodded, I had been thinking of that particular thorny issue for the past few days and did not foresee that going over well with my mother at all. But, this was to be Dobrila's wedding and I would support any type of affair she wished.

"All I have for family is Beata," she continued, "and I am sure she would take great exception to the difference in our ages, just like your mother."

"So," I said thoughtfully, "Are you saying you might not want a traditional wedding?

Dobrila shook her head, "When I was a young woman, I wanted a big wedding with the dress and the church and the family present, is every girl's dream, yes?"

I nodded, my thoughts exactly.

"But now..." she rolled her eyes and shook her head, "is not so important to me."

I smiled at her, "I guess that leaves us with no choice but to have a traditional Vegas-style wedding at one of the local wedding chapels with just you and me. What do you think?"

Dobrila nodded thoughtfully and gave me an encouraging smile, "I think maybe is best if we just marry in private, without our families, yes?"

A moment later, her eyes flew wide and she grinned from ear to ear. "Elvis!" She cried with the exuberance of a teenager. "Oh, Jimmy... Can we please marry with Elvis?"

I laughed aloud with relief, "Of course," I said, thrilled and happy to see her so excited.

Since we were doing this on our own, there was no need to set a future date for our families to attend, and no time like the present as we both agreed to be married as soon as possible.

After a few quick phone calls, we settled on the 'Chapel of the Bells', a reasonably priced venue known for having one of the best Elvis impersonators in the city.

There was an opening for the very next day at 10 am and we booked it right away. Dobrila spent several hours making her wedding dress in a cream-colored fabric that, of course, fit her perfectly.

She even took several moments to alter the one-and-only suit I own, that I wore only once to my high school graduation, to make it fit properly.

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I confess I was a little nervous as we arrived at the chapel. We were the first couple of the day and all was prepared. We filed the requisite paperwork to receive our marriage license and paid the chapel fee for the 'Elvis' package.

Before I knew it, we were standing before a Justice of the Peace and reciting our wedding vows. Before pronouncing us, the JP asked if we had special vows for one another. I cringed inwardly as I had not given any thought to any special vows and merely turned to Dobrila and said "I will always love you with all my heart."

Dobrila took my face between her hands and smiled, "Thank you, kochanie, and I have special words for you too." She looked around at everyone assembled, the staff and witnesses provided by the chapel, "Everyone will look at us and only see a young man and an older woman, yes?" I noted peripherally that several of those assembled looked way self-consciously. "All I can see, kochanie, is one love and one heart. My real heart is maybe not so good, but from this day on...you ARE my heart."

We were pronounced husband and wife and were then ushered into the chapel area where "Elvis" awaited our arrival.

Dobrila giggled girlishly as we approached and she hugged him warmly, almost as if he really was the King. He walked us through a wedding ceremony, Elvis-style, with touches of Elvis humor, where she promised never to step on my "Blue Suede Shoes" and I vowed to always give her a "Big Hunk Of Love."

He sang a verse and chorus of "I Can't Help Falling In Love" while Dobrila and I danced, her face wreathed in smiles with glowing cheeks. Several photos were taken of us with Elvis and we all shook hands and hugged. The entire wedding process took a little less than one hour from beginning to end. And, as we left the room, the next couple was being ushered in. (Las Vegas! Gotta love it.)

As we settled into the back seat of the limousine we had rented for the occasion, Dobrila leaned into me and kissed my cheek. "Is the happiest day of my life, mój kochanie."

We stopped at a trendy restaurant for a meal so Dobrila would not feel she had to do more than warm up something light for dinner.

Arriving at her apartment door, door, or should I say OUR apartment door, I smiled. "I believe it's customary for the husband to carry the bride across the threshold," I said with a teasing grin,

Dobrila laughed aloud, "Don't you dare even try, I don't want my husband to be in the hospital on our wedding night.

I laughed and bent down with my back to her. "I bet I can piggyback you over the threshold, though."

Dobrila smiled and, looking around to make sure no one was watching, hiked her dress up to her hips and climbed onto my back, wrapping her legs around my torso and her arms around my neck.

It wasn't as bad as I thought I might be and I carried her easily into the apartment. "There," I said, "That was easy as cookie, and piece of pie."

Dobrila laughed, her mouth near my ear. "And is the way I should be for you always," she returned, "with my legs spread wide and wrapped around my husband, yes?"

She got down and we hurried to the bedroom where we made love in a frenzy. With her wedding dress already raised to her hips, she pulled down her panties while I pushed my pants and briefs down to the middle of my thighs. We consummated our marriage almost frantically, both of us half-dressed. Dobrila reached orgasm almost as soon as I penetrated her, and had a second orgasm minutes later when I reached mine and she felt my ejaculations inside her.

I know I'm only twenty-two and still have many things to learn about women and marriage, that only time and experience can teach me. But, for the rest of our wedding week, life was positively sublime. Dobrila and I did everything together, we grocery-shopped and she gave me nightly cooking lessons. We watched movies snuggled together on the sofa and made love at least twice daily.

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One afternoon, a couple of weeks later, she spent over an hour on the telephone with Beata. They spoke earnestly in what I assumed was a conversation regarding their business. It was difficult to determine the exact nature of their conversation as it was conducted entirely in Polish.

When their call concluded, Dobrila filled me in on how she and Beata had a bit of a problem and were rethinking their current building management policies in Las Vegas.

She explained how some of the building managers in their employ were not performing as well as expected, and several complaints had been received from many tenants in several of the properties regarding routine maintenance not being done in a timely manner.

I nodded, recalling how Dobrila herself had complained about the maintenance in her apartment regarding her leaking faucets and had been waiting for quite some time for her building manager to notify a plumber.

"So, what's the solution?" I asked. "What are you guys going to do about it?"

Dobrila shrugged and held up her hands while shaking her head. "We don't know," she said.

She explained how each apartment building had a resident manager, someone to collect rent, lease apartments, and be in charge of assessing problems and hiring professional maintenance people, plumbers, electricians, carpenters, and painters to rectify those problems. In effect. each apartment building had separate management as well as different private contractors.

"When you fixed my leaking faucet, it took very little time with only the cost of a washer, yes?"

I nodded, it took very little time at all as I already had a selection of washers in my toolbox.

She explained how hiring a plumber for the exact same job would cost her company three to four hundred dollars. If three or more tenants all had leaky faucets, the cost could easily exceed a thousand dollars.

I whistled and shook my head. I had no idea how much it cost to hire a plumber for a routine maintenance job.

She and Beata had been discussing several possibilities for finding a better and more cost-effective solution but had yet to come up with a suitable plan of action.

When Dobrila finished speaking and looked at me expectantly, I responded with an idea that had just occurred to me while she was talking. I suggested that each building could have an on-site resident handyman, someone skilled in common maintenance areas like basic plumbing and electrical work. This way, most problems could be addressed more quickly and efficiently without needing a middleman, such as a building manager, to forward tenant maintenance requests to professionals.

Dobrila looked at me thoughtfully for a moment and then her face broke into a broad smile. "Is good idea, Jimmy... Is VERY good idea. I Will tell this to Beata," she said, reaching for her telephone.

"Remember how it was with your faucets?" I responded with a shrug. "If this building had had an on-site handyman, your faucets would have been fixed long before I ever got to them."

Dobrila nodded, "Is true, yes."

"You guys could even offer the handymen a rent-fee apartment as an inducement to supplement the monthly wage you'll pay them and save the company even more money. I have no idea what you pay your building managers, but getting rid of them would probably more than defray the cost of a handyman's wage. I even know a couple of guys who do maintenance at the hotel I work for who might be interested in doing something like that.

Dobrila grinned broadly and nodded. "You amaze me, mój kochanie, I'm calling Beata back right now, I would like you to tell her just what you told me, yes?"

Once she connected with Beata, she handed the phone to me. It was interesting to hear Beata's voice, she sounded much younger than I expected and had not a trace of Polish accent as well.

I reiterated everything I had told Dobrila, who had picked up a second telephone so she could be in on the same conversation. To my surprise, Beata was almost as excited as Dobrila when I voiced my suggestions. Curiously, I wondered why neither of them had thought of it. Beata thanked me very much and asked to speak with her sister privately. I said goodbye and hung up.

After another lengthy conversation with Beata in Polish, Dobrila hung up and smiled broadly.

"Okay, Jimmy," she began, bidding me to come and sit beside her on the sofa. "Beata and I think now is maybe a good time for you to quit the job that you have in the casino."

I laughed, "From your lips to God's ears," I said with a shake of my head. "I'd love to quit my stupid, dead-end job, but it's the only income I currently have. Why should I quit?"

"Because Beata and I would like to offer you the job of building manager for all of the Las Vegas properties," beamed Dobrila with a broad smile.

"Me?" I responded with astonishment, "What the hell do I know about apartment building management?"

"Is easy...to learn, like cake, pie, and cookie, yes?" she said with a laugh. "I will show to you all you need to know. You can start with just this apartment building that you already know. Is small and easy to learn, yes? Once you are comfortable with this building, the others are all the same, just bigger."

I had my doubts, but when she further explained the process, it did seem reasonably uncomplicated. It seemed the primary job of a building manager was to listen to the tenants. He would have to visit each tenant individually or hold a meeting for all tenants. He would listen to their suggestions and complaints to determine what maintenance each apartment required and then, either fix it himself or hire the professionals to get the job done.

It certainly didn't seem too completely out of my wheelhouse when it came to basic maintenance, my grandfather had studiously made sure I understood the basics of ordinary house maintenance and repairs. I had already repaired Dobrila's leaking faucets and could pretty much assume that other apartments likely had the same issue with old plumbing.

As I mulled things over in my mind, Dobrila began to write something down on a post-it note.

"Here is yearly salary for the building manager position for our company in Las Vegas," she said, handing me the note.

I looked down at the figure she had written and took a moment to digest what I was seeing, the number seemed surreal.

"Sixty thousand dollars a year?" I stammered.

Dobrila nodded her head with a smile, "Is maybe a little better than working in the casino, yes?"

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Needless to say, I strode into work that very day and quit my job effective immediately. In the maintenance room, I found Don Evans, the man I knew to be both knowledgeable and efficient and, after a quick explanation of my new job, I explained to him what I needed and what a live-in handyman would make in wages and with a free apartment.

He was incredibly enthusiastic and said he would visit my address that very day.

After a brief interview with Dobrila and me later that day, Don was hired on the spot and was given a walk-through of my old apartment.

I'll not go into much detail regarding my new position in Dobrila's company other than to say I set up a parts inventory. As each apartment was built with the same appliances and plumbing fixtures, it was easy to visit a plumbing outlet to purchase a variety of necessary things for Don to be able to be up and running immediately. The final step in our apartment building was to notify the current building manager that his services were no longer needed.

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With Don in place and everything running splendidly, I had the luxury of spending more time with Dobrila. Sexually, she taught me so much about a woman's body and how there was so much more than just sex. She taught me how to make love.

While I certainly knew about oral sex, I had often seen it in a great many porn videos, I had never experienced it first hand and was thrilled to learn. I loved bringing Dobrila to orgasm with my tongue. She would cum almost violently, moving her hips so rapidly I was often forced to wrap my arms around her hips and hold on tightly to keep my tongue against her clitoris.

I loved the taste of her vaginal fluids, often pressing my tongue deep into her vagina until my lips and cheeks were glistening with her lubrication.

After a soothing bath or shower, I discovered the exquisite pleasure of her anus, using my tongue and probing inside her as I brought her to orgasm with my fingers. She was also fond of anal sex as well and would occasionally employ a dildo in her anus as we made love.