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Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle – Chapter 10

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Erotic stories: Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle – Chapter 10

Author: senorlongo

Henry took me home two days later, driving even more carefully than he did on the way to the hospital. I sat in the wheelchair while Henry took every precaution with our precious daughter.

Only when he was completely satisfied with her position in the rear-facing car seat did he return to me. I could see his love in everything he did. Once at the house he opened the door before returning for Alicia and me. My mom was and would be here with me for the first two weeks because I wanted Henry to return to his school so he could finish the year with his students.

Of course, there were all kinds of questions from the class which Henry patiently answered as he showed them pictures of Alicia and me while they “ooohed” and “ahhhed.” He told me that his class thought I was beautiful and that Alicia was “special.” Once the school year was over Henry took over as primary caretaker, handling everything other than feeding.

I stayed home with Henry and Alicia for three months until I was going crazy with boredom. I was reminded of Henry’s popularity when he asked if he could take Alicia and me to his former school. He was mobbed by teachers and students alike when we entered at the opening of school. We stayed for an hour, spending most of our time in the school office while Henry beamed the entire time showing off Alicia and me, I returned to work the following Monday morning.

Two years later I gave birth again—another girl I decided to name Brianna Jo. Henry was better during the birth, encouraging me and even enduring my curses throughout the pain. Our final child arrived a bit over two years later—Cara Ann. I told Henry to get a vasectomy. He never said a word of complaint.

I thought our life was happy. Grandpa had retired and Daddy moved up to Senior Partner while I moved up to Managing Partner. The money was better and so were my hours as my courtroom appearances dwindled due to a huge increase in administrative responsibilities. Still, I had a long day, catching the train at 8:10 to start work at 9:00 and returning to Penn Station at 5:38 so I could get home by 6:35.

Henry scheduled dinner for 7:00 so the girls always had free time to spend with me. They loved to share either what Henry had taught them that day or what they’d done at school. He went far beyond what I could have expected, teaching them songs in addition to the alphabet, numbers, and even reading. Many nights I was treated to a concert or a skit. All three of our girls could read and add and subtract by the time they had entered kindergarten. I don’t remember when he began teaching them Spanish. He continued to work with them until they had graduated and were off to college.

We never hid the nature of our relationship from our girls, explaining why I was in charge and why Henry stayed home to care for them as soon as we thought they were able to understand. They also knew that Henry was over them, a lesson Brianna learned the hard way at age ten when she defied Henry, telling him she didn’t have to obey “some stupid slave.” She was in her room and the others were in the living room sitting silently when I entered. “What,” was all I had to ask. Cara was more than happy to rat out her sister.

The locked door to Brianna’s room slowed me down for only a second. My foot broke the lock and I stormed into the room. I didn’t have to say a word before Brianna threw herself at my feet, crying and telling me how sorry she was. “Don’t apologize to me, Brianna. You need to clear this up with your father.” She did and, not surprisingly, Henry held and consoled her while she cried for almost an hour. We ordered pizza in that evening and there was never again a question about Henry’s authority.

I was earning more than a million dollars a year and investing almost half of that for our retirement, but Henry went on every school field trip and volunteered at every opportunity. When I couldn’t take time from work Henry took our girls to Disney World on his own. I enjoyed hearing all about their adventures when they phoned every evening, but I knew I was missing out. I began to wonder if earning all this money was worth what I was giving up.

Henry prepared the girls for their first period and also for dating and sex. He didn’t just have ”The Talk” with them, he had a series of discussions complete with diagrams he’d found on the internet. He scheduled them when I was home and available, but it was very clear to me that they trusted him and looked to him for advice. Our daughters knew as much about sex as their sex ed. teachers.

We never had to worry about them being drugged or tricked into sex and they always had condoms in their purses even though Henry put all of them onto the pill when they turned thirteen. I often laughed when I thought of Henry in the OB/GYN office with his daughters even though they wanted him to be there with them.

All of our girls had graduated from excellent universities and were successfully married by the time Henry and I were sixty. We became grandparents a year later, probably the only grandparents still making love at least once every day. That’s when I decided I would retire at sixty-five. We had more than forty million dollars in investments, ten of which I had inherited when Daddy passed away only a year ago. Unfortunately, God and Mother Nature had another idea—the Big C.

It was a routine physical, begun with the normal blood tests and a follow-up appointment a week later. All of the partners at Rizzo, Rizzo, and Samuels had one every year. I wasn’t too concerned when the doctor suggested some additional tests, including a whole body MRI, but the following week she asked to see both Henry and me together.

“It’s cancer, Nancy.”

“Okay…what do we do? Chemo? Radiation? Can’t most cancers be cured these days?”

I should have known when her face turned white. “Yes, most are curable. Based on your tests it appears that you have pancreatic cancer. That’s one of the most difficult to treat. We need to operate as soon as possible. It appears to be somewhat advanced.” They did and I spent the next six months undergoing radiation treatment and another six in chemo. It turned out that I had suffered for more than a year for nothing. The cancer refused to die. I became weaker and weaker. My weight dropped all the way down to 80 pounds by the time I knew I had less than a month to live.

“Take me home, Henry. If I’m going to die I want to do it in my own bed.” Henry always followed my orders. That brought me to where I was today—leaning back against my pillows while Henry sat in tears at the side of my bed, his hands gently holding mine. Looking up I could see my daughters and their husbands crying behind him. The girls all had their hands on Henry’s shoulders. I realized then something I should have known decades ago—they were his daughters–not mine. They were crying because of the anguish he was experiencing, not because I was dying.

“Henry,” I whispered, “come closer.” He did and my weak fingers opened the clasp to the chain around his neck. “You’re free, Henry. You’re no longer my slave.”

“No, Nancy—I’ll always be your slave. I’ll be yours forever.” He replaced the chain as my eyes closed for the last time. I walked into the light where I was welcomed by my parents and grandparents. Looking down I could see that I was young again and healthy. I knew that Heaven was supposed to be enjoyable, but without Henry I felt lonely and incomplete.

Henry followed my directions for the wake and funeral just as he had followed my orders every day of his adult life. I was buried in the same plot as my parents with a headstone for two—a headstone with room for Henry when he joined me.

As an attorney I had prepared my will with the utmost care. My million dollar life insurance policy went to Henry. I had created trusts for each of my daughters–$5,000,000 to each, the total to be turned over to them when they turned thirty. Henry received the rest—more than thirty million dollars. He received a million dollars from the life insurance policy the firm had on each of its partners. Three months after my passing he sold the firm for another twenty million dollars. Once Grandpa and Daddy had passed I became the sole owner.

Had I known what he was going to do with it I would have retired earlier. He gave virtually all of it to charity beginning with the Garden City School District and then he went back to work. Not even a single administrator recalled him from his teaching days so he took a position as a substitute teacher. Soon he was working every day and when one of the young women took a maternity leave Henry was asked to fill in. That led to a full-time position, one he held until he turned seventy.

Then the Board of Education tried to force him out until an attorney from my firm went to bat for him. I had asked him to keep an eye out for Henry and he did, winning my eternal gratitude. The Board backed down immediately after being threatened with a multimillion dollar suit for age discrimination. Henry was supported by more than two hundred former students. He stayed on the job until the end of the year right after turning eighty-five. When asked why he had decided to retire he commented only that, “I know I’m going to die soon. I couldn’t ask my students to deal with that if I passed during the school year.” It was so typical of my Henry—always thinking of the children he loved.

There was a huge party for his retirement with many of his former students and their spouses in attendance. The Superintendent of Schools and the Mayor spoke and presented Henry with plaques. I laughed as I looked on from above. I knew that Henry would have preferred the money be spent on the kids.

Henry must have known something because he joined me in Heaven less than four months later on September 30th. He was right; the students would have been devastated. We looked on together, hand in hand, as many of the older students, even those who hadn’t been in his class cried like babies when told. There were hundreds at his wake and funeral. Other than my family only a dozen co-workers had attended mine. I knew then who’d had the better life and I resolved that our eternity together would be nothing less than fantastic. We were complete now—together at last for all eternity like two tightly fitting pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

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