Chapter 11

I was pretty pleased to have my independence. Andrea could have made my life a series of difficulties had she wished to control by my age. Instead she gave me complete freedom to make of my life – such as the whims of the universe allowed – whatever I could and supplied sufficient funds to go and do whatever came to mind.

In a lot of ways Danielle got me back to being me. As she shook herself free from the woman she thought she was, and embraced the woman she was when we joined, we both broke new ground. I got to find peace of mind to go on and do so without a second thought and Danielle found depths of her sexual self she had no idea existed. It was a worthwhile trade even if she never did come back for an encore.

The next week I spent exploring the nineteen-eighties version of Disney World. Every morning I got up, cleaned up and drove to the ‘most magical place on Earth’ to see what there was to see. This was before much of the build-up that came in the nineties and after the turn of the century.

Everything seemed much better cared for. Things were brighter, cleaner, better maintained and more inviting. By the time I took Tammy and the girls there, it had begun to suffer from too much use and too little repair. Twenty-thousand leagues under the sea still operated, as did the cable car ride across the back of the Magic Kingdom. I loved riding both.

Being young again, I didn’t tire out nearly as quickly, and the walking was invigorating instead of painful. Each night I enjoyed watching the fireworks display from various places including the Contemporary Hotel, the Polynesian Resort and the Transportation and Ticket Center dock. Not to limit myself I attended the Hoop-Dee-Doo Revue, had a marvelous dinner at Ohana’s in the Polynesian and had a wonderful meal in the restaurant at the top of the Contemporary.

Oh ... and I got my ashes raked.

As I walked to my newest car, a brand new Jaguar, I passed a young woman trying desperately to get her car to start and stopped to help. Her car was neither new, nor old. It was that in-between age where things were just starting to go wrong.

“Hey,” I said softly/ “It looks like you have more than you can handle right now. Can I help?” This all came out very soft and gentle. No use frightening her while trying to help.

She looked at the edge of tears and said, “This is all I have left from my miserable EX-husband. He stole me blind when he decided to run off with his assistant.” She kicked the tire in frustration and started to cry, anyway.

It was time to intervene.

“Hey. It’s going to be alright. I promise. Let me take a look and see if it’s something simple like a loose connection.” I liked looking at this woman. She was in her mid-twenties, and had a fresh look about her that was rather pleasant. Her figure was average for her build, but still she had the right pieces in all the right places. Her warm weather outfit was a bad choice as the evening had turned off cool, but a light sweater would solve that. Her off blond hair was neat and carefully pulled back, giving her face a young, sweet look.

It took me about three seconds to see that she had a serious engine problem and maybe more. By the look of the fluids escaping beneath the engine, this baby wasn’t going anywhere soon. Auto mechanics were about clear as mud for me, so I made all the right noises and then suggested I give her a ride home, after turning her car over to the Car Care Center for repair.

She cried some more and said, “I can’t afford that.” Her tone of voice bordered on surrender, so I did what I do well.

“Let’s get the professionals to give it their best and see what they suggest. You can always veto their estimate and go another route but at least you’ll know what’s wrong.” She was not convinced but didn’t have a better idea, so she capitulated and allowed me to flag down the parking nearest lot attendant and ask him to radio for the tow truck.

As we waited beside her car she said, “I’m Becky by the way.” It was the first time I saw her smile and hoped it wouldn’t be the last. She had a world class smile. Becky was one of those women that seem to grow taller, straighter and more attractive all over, not just in the face when they smile. Her breasts seemed fuller and more desirable, and Mr. Johnson reminded me that it had been days since Danielle came over to play.

“I’m Carl and I promise you this is going to work out painlessly.’ My confidence was borne out of the limit on my American Express Card. I’d be arranging for the entire car to be refurbished, front to back. When she got that car back it was going to be a challenge to tell it from a brand new one just off the lot. I didn’t say a word about that, just making small talk while we waited.

The tow truck arrived and the mechanic caught my look and wisely refrained from declaring het car dead and ready for burial. As he winched it up I quietly gave him his orders and let him run my card through his credit card swipe thing.

Once he established where the money was coming from to take care of the repairs, our tow truck driver was very happy to play along. “I’ll get this in the shop tonight and our morning crew will get busy as soon as they come in. You should hear from us sometime around noonish tomorrow. Here’s our card, and you can call if you haven’t heard by the time you finish lunch.” He was friendly and helpful, which got Becky free to go with me.

“You didn’t even ask where I live,” she said afraid that I was going to leave her stranded.

My smile put that to rest. “It doesn’t matter. I’m all alone these days and that makes me free to take you wherever you need to go.” She gave me general directions as we walked the five rows further back to my car.

When she saw the Jaguar she stopped and stared.

“I know. It seems ostentatious for me to be driving such a great car but I have these awful, stuck up neighbors that think they are oh so much better than the rest of us, so I decided to buy this to rub their noses in it. That sounds so lame, but it is also true. Please don’t judge me by my car. It was really good idea at the time...”

Becky laughed and said, “I’ve never ridden in a Jag before. Thanks.” I could see the wheels turning in her head as I opened her door and went around to let myself in behind the wheel.

Becky talked about herself as we drove down World Drive, and off of the Walt Disney World property, turning east on highway one-ninety two. “I moved here after the divorce because my sister said she could get me a great job. Some ‘great’ job. I make little more than minimum wage and work crazy hours. At least the weather is nice and I get to go to Disney whenever I feel like it, so my life isn’t all bad.”

She was cute when she relaxed and let her hair down a bit.

When I pulled into the apartment complex Becky pointed out her door and thanked me. Instead of a thank you she leaned in and kissed me like she meant it, bringing Mr. Johnson to up full salute. Becky seemed to appreciate his interest and quickly unzipped me to get up close and personal with her admirer. We kissed and petted until Becky whispered, “Please take me upstairs and make love to me.”

I didn’t have to be told twice.

It was fun and a great way to pass the night but Becky informed me that she was still hung up on her old boyfriend and couldn’t see starting a serious relationship anytime soon. That was fine with me and we parted friends.

Her car was refurbished and returned to her in perfect shape. I never gave her my full name and she didn’t have a phone number to call and thank me. Some woman are for fun. Others are for loving. Becky was a fun interlude.

Truth be told, I missed Danielle, Andrea and Cassandra.

Janet, Donna and Lilly weren’t able to pull me in like Cassandra and Andrea. They were more like women I knew along the way. Cassandra touched me deep inside, while Andrea made me roar. I could reach for the stars when I was between Cassandra’s legs, while Andrea brought out the savage in me.

When Andrea and I were really connected I wanted to pound her into the mattress so deep that we fell through and ended up on the floor. With Cassandra it was all about softness and technique. We worked each other up to the point of no return and then embraced the unknown together. It was the highlight of my week whenever I watched the force of Cassandra’s climax storm through her eyes, as she quivered, shook and cried beneath me.

It almost was like we were inventing a new form of art.

And it was all over.

Deep down I knew we’d never be together like that again. It was so over that I needed to steel my resolve to keep from calling her up and asking her to come spend a week with me. Cassandra needed to fly off toward whatever future waited for her.

I needed to let her.

Andrea needed to be far away from me – far from the temptation to do it all again...

... and again...

... and again.

I wanted to fly to Dallas, walk into that big front entryway, grab Andrea and shout, “Look! I’m only going to give you one orgasm ... well ... maybe another hundred, or so. But THAT’S IT ... So ... let’s get to it and see if we can at least enjoy each other for little while.”

I wanted to.

I REALLY wanted to.