Chapter 62: Snow

Jane spent an extra day in Boston since nothing was flying, and the train service was slow and spotty at best. For two days driving was a no-no from Washington to Maine and beyond. We didn’t leave Jane’s house until the next morning, Wednesday. The Cambridge crew was likewise marooned together. Fran explained the surreptitious plan to wear out Ned, thus he had reached a point where his physiology just refused to function. Matt had paced himself a little better, but he too declared a timeout for recovery.

Wednesday, the sun came out, and life seemed more normal except for huge snowdrifts where the plows had piled up the snow. Many streets were only one lane. There were parking bans everywhere. We all went to our work and had a more normal work day than slipping in a few hours on the computer here and there the day before.

Flights started up again, and to my surprise Wednesday afternoon Jane strolled into my conference room about three o’clock. She gave me a peck on the lips, and explained about her travel travails. She also informed me that I was hers for the night; others were welcome to join us but she wanted me next to her from eight to eight, as she put it. I told her that sounded pretty good to me, too.

Pam headed to her home and picked up Kristen on the way. They’d be with Bob and Pete, who’d gotten out of the city and home about midnight on Tuesday. Zoey texted and asked if she could join me at Jane’s again. I checked with Jane and she said, “Oh, Yes, have her come, I really like her,” so I texted back some instructions regarding dinner I knew she wouldn’t mind fulfilling.

Those decisions resulted in me being in Jane’s large bed with two horny women after dinner. I showed Jane special preference, but I don’t think anyone noticed because she got rather turned on by the many talents of Zoey, and so the two women enjoyed some sapphic loving as I took turns with each of them. We slept together in the large bed. I surrounded Jane with my love as she spooned Zoey’s smaller body with some love.

In the morning, Zoey left me with Jane for a bit, so we made love before showering and getting ready to go off to TCI. We kissed Zoey goodbye. She was heading off to Washington by train to meet with some congressmen about some cause that she wanted their sponsorship for. Her being able to do that impressed me.

Amazingly, the temperatures had risen to almost sixty degrees, so the snowmelt was taking place at a phenomenal rate. At TCI, I didn’t see Jane the rest of the day until about six o’clock when she showed up in my conference room again. She suggested a romantic dinner, and I welcomed the opportunity.

Before we left, she thrust a single page into my hands. It was the official announcement of her promotion that was released to the press at four o’clock. This would be on the front page of even the Wall Street Journal because the succession was such a major event, and TCI was such a major influence on some of the financial markets. The announcement really made Jane sound like she walked on water.

Many people were still at work when we walked down the halls heading towards the underground parking garage. Person after person made it a point to come up to Jane and congratulate her. Word sure traveled fast.

We ate at a small but busy bistro in Madison, and while there, no fewer than a dozen men and women Jane knew came up and congratulated her. The words were kind and laudatory. Jane was humble, saying things like ‘I’ve just been doing my job,’ but everyone knew she excelled at what she did and put in more time and brainpower to her work than any other executive in the company. Given her position and age, she might become the first female head of TCI, and one of the very few women CEOs who ran a multibillion-dollar corporation.

Back at Jane’s house we made tender and sweet love all night. She also talked about the pleasures she enjoyed at the Cambridge condo, and thanked me for the hospitality. I explained that she was a ‘sister’ and had full rights to be there any time she wanted so thanking me was unnecessary as it was her home, too. She knew that, and also knew that she’d be a major part of the commitment ceremony at my wedding to Fran on St. Maarten’s in April.

I asked her about being in the wedding, our unconventional service and plans for a weeklong orgy, and wondered given her new executive status if she could spare the time and if she got seen what it would do to her reputation.

Jane smiled, and said in a sincere tone, “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a shit.” She laughed at the parody on the words from Gone with The Wind. She added, “I am going to be there for the whole thing. If I get seen and photographed and roasted for being a loving and sexual human being then fuck them. I am an ethical slut. I will have nothing to apologize for, and I will gladly give up whatever the Board wants me to give up to be with my new family.”

I hoped she meant what she said, because I thought there might indeed be some spies about who would want to discredit her. That realization made me think of some restrictions I wanted to put on the event, or some other measures to preserve not only Jane’s sanctity, but also that of some of the other guests. Jane wouldn’t be the only person at the wedding holding an important position. I made a note to talk to Fran about what my thinking meant in terms of the wedding and following party. I was getting more protective of the people I loved.