The Freak - S01 E43

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The Freak - S01 E43

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large home in nearby Stony Brook.

Darla was pregnant with their first then so she retired at the end of the school year. Stony Brook was only a dozen miles from Shoreham so she and Barbara got together often, sometimes for lunch at a local restaurant or to walk and sometimes in the summer to use our beach. I'd had many discussions with Justin about his work and mine. That was how I learned about the incredible stress he was under to produce more and more sales and higher profits every year. He told me that he was being treated for ulcers and for sky high blood pressure. I suggested in response that he resign and come to work for me. "I can pay you $500,000 a year to be my number two." I knew could easily afford to pay even that high salary, but Justin turned me down every time...

It was a rainy day in November a few months later when received a phone call from my distraught wife. She was frantic with worry for Darla and their three children, Justin had been found earlier in the day dead at his desk. He was only fifty-two years old, the same as me. My best friend was gone, a victim of his own stubbornness.

Our kids grew up with Kelly and she was always totally protective of them and of Barbara. Unfortunately, dogs don't live forever. Kelly did live to the age of fifteen, a very long time for a large dog. I readily admit that we all cried like babies when we had to put her down. We went out the following weekend to find another dog to replace her. We found one, a German Shepherd female, at the Humane Society. We would always have a dog in our home. Gretchen watched over our children like they were her own.

The way that Barbara and married meant that we couldn't have a honeymoon. Barbara's back was too sore at first and we had school for the next three months. Once summer arrived we were busy setting up our house and getting ready for college. Not surprisingly, Barbara never complained, not even once. After I had everything pretty much under control at my businesses I asked Mom for a favor, one knew she'd be thrilled to give us. She agreed to watch her granddaughter and our dog for two weeks while Barbara and I flew to Hawaii for a belated and much earned honeymoon.

Barbara laughed when I told her about it. "I don't think we can. make love any more often than we do now, Jack."

"Oh, yeah? You know how love a challenge. Good thing you're

already knocked up or else... Barbara laughed again and I joined

her. I knew what she was thinking. She was planning on fucking

me until I couldn't walk-exactly what was thinking about her. She was right, though. We still made love every single day except just before and after she gave birth. Then we took care of each other orally.

November, 2030

I'm sure you'll remember way back in the beginning of this story when I told my dad that I'd never had a flash prove to be untrue. Unfortunately, I sat now in that same hospital room I had envisioned with my wonderful wife. I knew she was dying as I held her hand for what was probably the last time. We were both 88 and in another six months we would have been married seventy years. They had been an incredible time, mostly due to Barbara's love and support-the two major constants in my life.

We'd had some tough times in the 1970's when oil and gasoline prices skyrocketed and American-made cars had been shown to be inferior to those made in Europe and Japan. I improved sales with gasoline giveaways and free oil changes. The dealerships bought gasoline wholesale and we had several 10,000 gallon tanks so we rarely ran short. We did have a laugh one day when a new employee ran into my office just a minute in front of Barbara ranting and gesticulating about some crazy woman who wanted him to fill her tank. He was red-faced when he learned who she was, but Barbara just laughed it off.

We had been married eight years when we learned that Mr. Gleason had passed-a heart attack while at work. Yes, he refused to retire, often telling us that he enjoyed his work as a bank guard too much to give it up. Sadly, my uncle Dave died just three months later from cancer.

My parents and all of their siblings are long gone, my parents spending their golden years in a spacious home on a canal in Fort Lauderdale that bought and still own. Barbara and I spent our winters there, splitting our time between there and Shoreham over the past twenty-five years. Oh, how the memories come flooding back at a time like this!

We had learned that Barbara had terminal cancer only a month ago and were told then that the cancer was invasive and that no treatment would help her. When I asked the doctors how long she would have I was shocked to hear, "Maybe five or six weeks." Barbara told me then that she wanted me to take her home.

Our children and their families were there waiting for us and it was obvious that they had been crying. "Please, don't cry for me. I've had a long and wonderful life with the best husband imaginable and wonderful loving children and grandchildren. Why don't you go out and get something to eat. Please give your father and me an hour of privacy. don't know how many opportunities we'll have before I have to leave you."

"Gee, Mom," Jennifer said with a tragic laugh. "Is that all you think about

"You know how much your father and love each other. I see no reason why we should stop now." Everyone came up to hug and kiss us then we were alone as I led Barbara to our bedroom where I helped her to undress. "Take me now, Jack. I'll want to do this as much as we can in the time we have left." I stripped out of my clothes as quickly as I could then climbed between her legs.

The freakish changes to my brain meant that ED had never been an issue for me.

I held my body above hers and tried to slowly and gently enter her until she stopped me. "No, Jack, take me the way you did our first time. Give me a fucking I'll remember until the end of time. You can't hurt me any more than I'm hurting now." I did as she asked, pounding her sweet pussy, my lips on hers as my tears fell like rain. Barbara managed two orgasms before I managed to ejaculate into her. I climbed off and covered her with the blanket, telling her over and over how much I loved her. That turned out to be our last time together. She went back into the hospital and then to hospice two days later.

I turned around and gazed lovingly on Barbara's greatest achievements-our four children and their spouses. They have wonderful loving marriages and have twelve grandchildren and twenty-five great-grandchildren. Our son Rob has run my businesses-now the property of all the kids-ever since I retired almost thirty years ago. Thanks to Barbara there never was any sibling rivalry between them. Brianna's husband, Scott, runs the Cadillac dealership. Jennifer's husband, Brad, manages the Toyota dealership, and Chuck, Casey's husband runs the restaurants. Robert's son, Jack, manages the GMC franchise. They're great people even though I still think of them as kids.

They all have tears in their eyes as my attention returns to the

woman I have loved unconditionally for longer than I can

remember. She squeezes my hand and I move closer as she

speaks in what is barely a whisper, the terrible pain etched into her

face. "I have always loved you, Jack. Thank you for being such a face. "I have always loved you, Jack. Thank you for being such a wonderful husband. I'll be waiting for you in.... The room was silent then except for the weeping. My beautiful Barbara was gone.

I stood slowly and leaned forward to kiss her forehead tenderly for the last time. "I'll miss you terribly, my love, but not for very long." Yes, I've had a flash of my impending death. I don't mind. I've had a wonderful life blessed by an incredible woman. There's nothing left for me to do. Brianna and Jennifer took me by the arms as they led me from the room. I turned back to gaze upon my love's inert form.

"I'll see you soon, my sweet wife," whisper to myself. "I'll be completely lost without you." I know that I'll see her again in less than two months, passing in my sleep. They'll say died of a broken heart and they'll be right. I turned again and trudged into the hallway, counting the days until Barbara and would be together forever.

The End...