always be like this with him? I hugged Len and kissed him gently on the lips. This meant more to me than any piece of jewelry he could possibly lavish on me.
CHAPTER 14
November
W hile Len headed to Dallas one weekend for a meeting, I drove Chloe, Ben and my mother south to D.C. for my cousin Alan’s wedding. The entire family showed up - cousins, uncles and aunts - and we celebrated late into the evening. A ten-piece band completed the somewhat unsurprising atmosphere, a ballroom filled with two hundred guests. I missed having Len there that evening to introduce to my family but seeing my many cousins had definitely made the trip worthwhile. Chloe and Ben pooped out around midnight after dancing non-stop for hours.
It was long past midnight when the phone rang in the hotel room I shared with Chloe and Ben. We were sound asleep.
“Hi!”
I was thrilled to hear Len’s voice. From what I could tell, he was in the midst of a very crowded room.
“How was the wedding?”
He sounded drunk. His voice giddy as he slurred his words.
“Typical. I would have loved to have you here, have you meet everyone. How’re you feeling?” I asked.
“Great. We’re having a great time. I’m with the other partners.”
“You’ve had a few drinks, huh?”
“Yeah, quite a few. You wouldn’t believe it. The office manager from Dallas is here. She’s a blonde bombshell. She has the biggest tits you’ll ever see, we all want to fuck her.”
“Good night Len.” I hung up.
“Kate, if you want to be with me and my friends you’re going to need to be demure,” Len had lectured me just the week before.
“I’ll be demure, if you’re dignified,” I said.
Later that week one of his oldest friends told me of a dinner he had with Len in L.A. about five years earlier.
“The waitresses were gorgeous, with the largest fake boobs you’ve ever seen. Well, you should have seen Len. He was literally chewing on the table, reaching for these babes, he simply couldn’t contain himself.”
Len gritted his teeth and nearly fell off his chair as his friend continued to divulge the story. As Len teetered on the edge, I considered what a nice little kick to his chair might accomplish.
The weekend after his trip to Dallas, Len and his two closest friends went fishing in Florida. Len was a lousy golfer and refused to do anything in public he couldn’t excel at so fishing was a possibility. Short of catching the monster fish that could become legendary in men’s circles, it would be hard for anyone to judge him at his fishing skills. He had no patience for either golf or fishing, so I considered all of this an excuse to spend time with the guys.
Once Len had asked Ben to join him in a rare golf outing and had allowed Ben, only ten at the time, to drive the cart while Len and a friend watched from a distance.
“Ben drove the cart directly into me and flipped me over the front seat landing me on my back,” Len explained when they got back.
Ben hadn’t told me about this and I cringed, worried that Len had lost his temper. Although I worked hard not to laugh at the thought of Len knocked over by a ten year old.
“Ben just stood there waiting for me to scream so I said nothing. I knew he had no control of the cart.”
“Thank you for not yelling at him,” I said while breathing a huge sigh of relief.
I hugged Len and held onto him while I savored the moment. He had allowed what was probably a very embarrassing moment to pass without a word to Ben.
Len called me Friday night to say that the place where they were staying was a dump.
“I miss you terribly,” he said.
Saturday afternoon he called again to say that it had rained that day and he had stayed in his room and worked. Finally, on Sunday they fished. He called again on Sunday night.
“I told Brad and Bill that we’ll be married before I have a weekend like this again.”
I said nothing.
“You ought to get to know Brad and Bill well. They’re the trustees of my
CHAPTER 14
November
W hile Len headed to Dallas one weekend for a meeting, I drove Chloe, Ben and my mother south to D.C. for my cousin Alan’s wedding. The entire family showed up - cousins, uncles and aunts - and we celebrated late into the evening. A ten-piece band completed the somewhat unsurprising atmosphere, a ballroom filled with two hundred guests. I missed having Len there that evening to introduce to my family but seeing my many cousins had definitely made the trip worthwhile. Chloe and Ben pooped out around midnight after dancing non-stop for hours.
It was long past midnight when the phone rang in the hotel room I shared with Chloe and Ben. We were sound asleep.
“Hi!”
I was thrilled to hear Len’s voice. From what I could tell, he was in the midst of a very crowded room.
“How was the wedding?”
He sounded drunk. His voice giddy as he slurred his words.
“Typical. I would have loved to have you here, have you meet everyone. How’re you feeling?” I asked.
“Great. We’re having a great time. I’m with the other partners.”
“You’ve had a few drinks, huh?”
“Yeah, quite a few. You wouldn’t believe it. The office manager from Dallas is here. She’s a blonde bombshell. She has the biggest tits you’ll ever see, we all want to fuck her.”
“Good night Len.” I hung up.
“Kate, if you want to be with me and my friends you’re going to need to be demure,” Len had lectured me just the week before.
“I’ll be demure, if you’re dignified,” I said.
Later that week one of his oldest friends told me of a dinner he had with Len in L.A. about five years earlier.
“The waitresses were gorgeous, with the largest fake boobs you’ve ever seen. Well, you should have seen Len. He was literally chewing on the table, reaching for these babes, he simply couldn’t contain himself.”
Len gritted his teeth and nearly fell off his chair as his friend continued to divulge the story. As Len teetered on the edge, I considered what a nice little kick to his chair might accomplish.
The weekend after his trip to Dallas, Len and his two closest friends went fishing in Florida. Len was a lousy golfer and refused to do anything in public he couldn’t excel at so fishing was a possibility. Short of catching the monster fish that could become legendary in men’s circles, it would be hard for anyone to judge him at his fishing skills. He had no patience for either golf or fishing, so I considered all of this an excuse to spend time with the guys.
Once Len had asked Ben to join him in a rare golf outing and had allowed Ben, only ten at the time, to drive the cart while Len and a friend watched from a distance.
“Ben drove the cart directly into me and flipped me over the front seat landing me on my back,” Len explained when they got back.
Ben hadn’t told me about this and I cringed, worried that Len had lost his temper. Although I worked hard not to laugh at the thought of Len knocked over by a ten year old.
“Ben just stood there waiting for me to scream so I said nothing. I knew he had no control of the cart.”
“Thank you for not yelling at him,” I said while breathing a huge sigh of relief.
I hugged Len and held onto him while I savored the moment. He had allowed what was probably a very embarrassing moment to pass without a word to Ben.
Len called me Friday night to say that the place where they were staying was a dump.
“I miss you terribly,” he said.
Saturday afternoon he called again to say that it had rained that day and he had stayed in his room and worked. Finally, on Sunday they fished. He called again on Sunday night.
“I told Brad and Bill that we’ll be married before I have a weekend like this again.”
I said nothing.
“You ought to get to know Brad and Bill well. They’re the trustees of my
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