Letting Go
Copyright© 2004 by Lordi
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - A story about one man's life, and loves, and how everything can suddenly end in an instant.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Mult Consensual Romantic BiSexual Light Bond Swinging Group Sex Orgy
Mary and I arrived home about 2:30-ish. My body decided to remind me that it wasn't long for the world, and with the emotional stress of the funeral arrangements, combined with the physical stress of working the forms this morning, I started feeling dizzy. I laid down on the couch, and Mary disappeared into the bedroom to change into something more comfortable.
Dayna and Jeff arrived promptly at three, and Mary made them drinks, and then joined me on the couch. She insisted I rested my head in her lap, and I felt too sick to argue with her. Dayna was especially appealing today, tall, lean, blonde, with her hair pulled up in a ponytail. She dressed in a nice blouse and jeans, and I knew she tried to look her best for me. Lovers, then friends, and now business associates; I trusted her implicitly with my taxes and financial fortune.
Jeff was her assistant. The man was built like a linebacker - big and meaty, but all muscles, with a buzz cut and an "Al Borland" beard - but he had a head for finances that outstripped Dayna. Between the two, my fortune was more than safe.
"So, Lance," Dayna started, looking at me. "What's going on?"
"Well, Dayna, Jeff... I'm dying." I said, my voice steady. "I found out yesterday that I have about 2-3 weeks left, and I want to plan ahead for my family, and make sure as much of my money passes from me to them."
They both just sat there, like statues carved in stone. Then Jeff leaned forward. "You're sure of this?"
"Unfortunately. I have an inoperable brain tumor."
A tear slid down Dayna's cheek, and Mary stroked my hair. "Lance, oh my god... I need a moment." And Dayna turned and left.
Jeff sat back in his chair. "Wow... this is big." He sighed. "How are you holding up, Mary?"
Mary sat silent for a moment, and then replied softly, her eyes on my face. "I'll live." she sighed deeply, then looked up at Jeff. "It's hard, but there's nothing either one of us can do, so I won't waste my tears on it."
I knew then that she was not handling this well. I made a mental note to take care of it later just as Dayna walked back in the room. She then did something she hadn't done in years; she came over and kissed my cheek in front of Mary. She stared into my eyes and said "I've always loved you, Lance, and regretted letting you go. I'm sorry, Mary, but I might never get the chance to say it again."
Mary looked at her, then back at me. "I understand."
Dayna sat back down, and then wiped her eyes. "So, um, Lance. What did you have in mind?"
"I haven't asked this question in a few years, since I opened the last club. How much am I worth? More importantly, how much of it is liquid?"
"Wow." She rummaged through her purse, and dug out her palmtop computer. She tapped a few buttons. "As of this exact moment, your net worth is about 900 million. That includes the businesses, which bring in about 2 million a year. If you take out the businesses, then your worth drops to about 350-400 million. Liquid assets, you have 250 available." I just stared, Mary gasped.
"More than I had expected. What kind of tax bite are we talking about with my demise?"
"Well, normally, Uncle Sam would take about 40% of your estate." She stared at the ceiling, obviously deep in thought. "However, there are a few exceptions in your case."
"There are?"
"Of course. For one, you handed me carte blanche to handle your finances. I don't believe in putting all your eggs in one basket, so I placed a 200 million nest egg for emergencies in a Swedish bank account. Most of the rest of your liquid assets are sitting in a Japanese bank, who gave us a great interest rate. You only have about 10 million here in your US bank."