Martin showed her maybe twenty different designs to see what type of ring she wanted. Once that was decided there was the question of size. Jennie was a tall woman, but slender even after gaining weight over the past few months. Her fingers matched her body—long and slender. Even though I could afford the biggest ring in the store, a really big ring looked ridiculous on her finger. She finally decided on a blue-white stone of two carats in a yellow gold setting. I thought it was perfect.
"Okay, wedding rings next. We were married yesterday." This was easier; Jennie loved the first one she was shown—a band that surrounded her solitaire on all sides with a circular ring of smaller diamonds totaling three carats. My matching ring was a simple band of gold with three small matching diamonds. We put them on immediately. I could see the love in Jennie's eyes when she looked up at me, but I wasn't done yet.
"Earrings next; let's see what you have. I want to see some posts and some bangles; some gold and some with gemstones." Jennie bought ten sets of earrings, some with diamonds and other gemstones and others in fourteen karat gold. I loved the one-karat diamond studs. She wore them when we left the store, but kept the ratty posts she had worn since the day we met. "They were a gift from my father...my real father before he died." Martin had them cleaned and placed them in a Harry Winston box along with our purchases.
I also bought her three necklaces and three diamond and gold bracelets. They all looked wonderful on Jennie. The final tally was more than $300,000. Martin phoned Vanguard and gave them the agreed on code that I provided—sixteen alphanumeric characters. The funds were transferred from my account in a second and confirmed by their bank in less than a minute. Martin offered a guard to accompany us to our room and we gratefully accepted even though we had our own guard in Lady.
Jennie took me to bed when we returned to the room, claiming that we needed a "nap." Some nap—I thought a nap meant sleep! Trust me; we didn't sleep, not even a little, but I never complained...not even once. She rubbed that delectable body over mine, pushing her nipples into my mouth as her hands sought my cock and ball sac. Moving down, she kissed my head, ears, face, and finally—my mouth. Her tongue teased me, darting in and out of my mouth as it wrestled with mine.
She pulled back, but just long enough to tell me, "I love you, Doug and I always will. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I can't imagine a better man or a better husband." Then, as if to prove her point, she wrapped her hot tight canal around me and slowly eased herself down my pole. Making love with Jennie was never dull or boring. She rode me today with an even stronger sense of determination than ever. I looked down to see her clit grinding into me. Her legs, stretched at 180 degrees, forced her nubbin from its hood. It was engorged—red and swollen—in her ardor. Jennie's actions showed how much she wanted to cum and, of course, she was having an incredible effect on me, too.
My hands on her hips could feel the tiny tremors coursing through her body, growing in intensity with every mutual thrust. After almost fifteen minutes her motions became irregular, frenetic, and uncontrolled. She was thrashing wildly when it finally hit. I was sure she was going to scream as she often did when we were in our bed at home, but she moved down to clamp her lips into mine at the last second. My mouth swallowed her unfettered roar as well as her unfettered passion. Her actions triggered my reaction. I came as hard as she did, lifting her bodily with my thrusts five times until I collapsed onto the sheets, Jennie's body compressed onto mine.
We lay there for several minutes recovering from the stresses we had put our bodies through. I lightly ran my hands over her silken skin, absolutely amazed that this wonderful creature actually loved me—that she had so willingly agreed to be my bride and share my life.
Jennie slowly raised her head and spoke, "Doug, do you remember when you gave me that two million dollars?"
"Of course, you needed that credit to help establish your identity and, if you hadn't married me you would have had to pay taxes on it. See how lucky you are." I couldn't resist a brief chuckle.
"Well, I've been thinking. I need to give that back to you. Also, I think I should sign some kind of agreement that I wouldn't get any of your money if we ever divorced."
I looked up, an expression of shock on my face. "You're thinking of divorcing me?"
"Oh no, I'm so sorry. I'm never going to do anything like that. I love you more than I love my own life. I just don't want you to think I married you for your money. I survived when I was broke before and I could do it again if I had to."
"Thank you for both offers, but my answers are 'NO' and 'NO.' I told you that I had more than a hundred million, but that was a white lie. Well, maybe not a lie, but not the whole truth either. When representatives of the brokerage firm approached me they first offered me five hundred million. I learned a long time ago to never accept a first offer. I told them I'd probably make that much in my first two years if I sold the program for five hundred dollars a pop. Overall, I planned on ten million sales internationally over a five year span. After that they'd peter out to maybe 100,000 a year. Using those figures and what I knew about their projected commissions I managed to bump them up to one point five billion. That's what I sold the company for. After taxes I still had roughly 800 million. I'll go over my investments with you when we get home again. Keep the two million for pocket money."
"Two million? Pocket money? Damn Doug, you're incredible; no wonder I love you so much." She didn't kiss me then, but she did snuggle up really closely to my body then she laid her head on my chest and fell asleep. I remained awake, but just barely, until it was time to shower and dress for dinner.
"What should I wear?" I could tell that Jennie was nervous so I kissed her before replying.
"I'm wearing my navy blue golf shirt—the one with the thin white horizontal stripes and my tan microfiber slacks with my cordovan loafers—what they call smart casual dress. Of course, nobody will even notice me, not with you there." She decided on a teal silk top that buttoned all the way to her neck, but was sleeveless, with tan linen slacks and matching flats. She added her diamond pendant. It was simple, but elegant. We took Lady down with us in the elevator and across to the park where she urinated onto the lawn. Then we crossed Central Park South and strolled down Fifth Avenue before turning right onto 58th Street West. From there it was a short walk down the block to Quality Meats.
I'd eaten there before and the food was great although expensive, but we were in Manhattan where everything was expensive. A simple room at the Plaza would set you back more than $500 a night. We walked in just in time for the reservation the concierge had made for us. Not a single comment was made about my service dog. After ordering drinks we agreed on the shrimp cocktail and tomato salads before ordering the porterhouse for two, medium rare. For sides we had the roasted crispy potatoes and grilled mushrooms. I was stuffed by the time we finished, but Jennie wanted to try the warm apple tart. Where did this woman put all this food?
We walked back to the Plaza, Jennie taking my arm. We were approached by a panhandler about halfway back. Lady was automatically on alert, but he passed us by with a "thanks" when I slipped him a twenty. He'd probably drink himself into a stupor, but I'd demonstrated my kindness. Maybe it would even help...maybe.
Jennie and I flopped into the big bed, naked as always. "We need to go to sleep, my darling. You have another big day ahead of you."
"Me? What about you, Doug?"
"I have an important meeting to attend. Remember the phone call I made on the plane? I'll be tied up for a few hours, but I'm sending you shopping—clothes this time."
"But...I have no idea where to go."
"I know so I've arranged a little surprise for you. You can take Lady with you. Just trust me. You're going to have a wonderful time." I kissed her again as we pulled the blanket over us. She made herself comfortable, her head on my chest and her leg over my thigh. I whispered, "Good night, my love," but Jennie was already asleep.
CHAPTER 8
We were up early, as usual, and dressed—me in a suit and tie, Jennie in casual clothes. We walked Lady over to the park and returned to the Plaza for breakfast. It was 9:45 when we left the restaurant and walked to the concierge. There was a woman waiting there for us. "Margo," I asked.
"Yes, you must be Doug and this is obviously Jennie. I'm pleased to meet you."
"Jennie, Margo is a professional shopper. She will accompany you and help you select appropriate clothes. Just remember, Margo, that we live in North Carolina where their idea of formal is wearing socks with your sneakers."
"What's my limit?"
"Please don't go over fifty thousand without letting me know. That's the limit on Jennie's card." I reached into my pocket, retrieving a platinum Master Card with Jennie's name on it and an envelope for Margo's services. Jennie signed the card then turned to kiss me. "You'll have a limo for the day. Have fun. Think of me often." I kissed Jennie again, petted Lady and watched as they strode to the door. I could just hear Margo telling Jennie that she had a perfect body for clothes. "I'll bet you're a perfect size six," was the last thing I heard. I watched them enter the limo as the doorman summoned a cab. I was on my way to Wall Street.
I was offered coffee in the executive conference room, but I declined. It wasn't that I didn't trust these crooks, but I had no reason to either. They wanted something that only I could provide and for that they'd pay. Everyone rose when the CEO strode confidently into the room—everyone except me. I actually reclined in my chair until I was almost horizontal. "Dr. Preston...I'm William Chambers, the CEO, how are you this morning?"
A tall reedy man with hollow cheeks followed and spoke before I had the chance to reply. "Morning, I'm Erik Stoehl, Executive Vice President for Technology."
"I'm okay, but truthfully I'd rather be with my wife. What's on your mind?"
"We have your program on our network. What is the maximum number of users the program can possibly handle at the same time? Do you know?"
"When I designed the program I envisioned it for a single user—one program, one user. I can understand why you'd want it on your network where you'd have complete control over it—where it could never be stolen or misused. How many users will depend on your servers plus what I program it to accept. How many users do you want?"
"Can it handle 20,000?"
"It can, but it would be slow as shit flowing uphill. You'd be better off with ten or twenty programs running simultaneously. I could rig them to work together...to 'cooperate' for lack of a better term."
"Couldn't we do that? We have programmers on staff, you know."
"Knock yourselves out," I said, getting to my feet. "Give me a call when they've completely fucked it up then I'll be able to charge you ten times as much."
"What will you charge us for this?"
"Not much...only fifty million."
"That's absurd...ridiculous."
"Fine, but you need to check our contract before anyone touches it."
"Why?"
"You have a license to use, not permission to make any changes. I still own the copyright. The program will log any attempts to change it and forward them to my email. They'll make great evidence for the lawsuit which will cost you billions. Worse, it will let the cat out of the bag. Everyone will know how you managed to average returns of three percent over the past year when everyone else was lucky to break even. Then you'll have other programmers working their asses off for your competitors and every night before they go to bed they'll be on their knees praying to God to thank me for the millions they'll be making. Meanwhile, you'll be stuck in litigation and—the worst possible scenario—the program will shut itself off and your programmers will only make things worse because it will, about two weeks later, erase itself from your servers.
"You paid me 1.5 billion for this program. How much have you made over the past year using it? How many clients have you...um...acquired... from your competitors because you've been able to put together the best results in the industry? You didn't pay me all that money because I'm an idiot. I'll gladly do the work for you once I'm back in North Carolina."
"Don't you have to be here to do it? Our servers are here in this building."
I couldn't resist smirking as I pulled my laptop from my case. My fingers moved at the speed of light as I successfully hacked into their system. The CEO blanched when I turned the screen to him. "Your security is fairly typical. Luckily, my program has three multi-level firewalls that will keep even the most talented hackers out. But, since I wrote them, I can get in whenever I want. I'm here with my new bride and I'd like some quality time with her. I'll start on it Tuesday afternoon. It will take you longer than that to get the contract together and for my attorney to review it. I anticipate a month or less. Any questions?"
"How the hell did we wind up doing business with someone like you?"
"You came to my house...remember? You bought my business. I didn't ask you to; you practically insisted, but I'm not angry. If not for you I would never have met my wife. Incidentally, you made more than fifteen billion using the program last year and you'll make so much next year you'll think the fifty million you're going to pay me is chicken feed."
"I'm Fred Hutchinson, the chief programmer here. May I ask how you plan to accomplish this?" In contrast to his boss Fred was short and squat, a bad combination at best, made all the worse by his almost totally bald head.
"Yes you may."
"But? How are you going to do it?"
"Oh, I thought you were asking if you could ask how I was going to do it. You certainly can ask, but I'm not going to answer. Even if you knew how you still couldn't because of the safeguards I've build into the program. You'd have to enter the security code the first time and the chances of doing that correctly are roughly one in ten to the eighteenth power. That's one in a billion billion and since there's no identifiable place to enter it you'd have to guess. It's an impossible task. I did this to protect both of us—to protect my proprietary rights and to protect you from unauthorized entry to the code. Even I can't remember the password so I have it programmed into my server at home where it's interwoven into thousands of lines of code in dozens of programs. I'll write the patch at home, enter the program, upload all of the other programs as well as the coordinating software and then watch as you test it. I don't foresee any problems, but one never knows." They didn't like the scenario, but what could they do? I'd much prefer to spend all my time with Jennie and they would have to pay for my inconvenience.
Their attorney met with me for another three hours to hammer out the details. By working through lunch we were finished by 2:30 and I caught a cab back to the Plaza. I changed my clothes and went down to the lobby to wait for my bride.
She made an entrance that would have made a Hollywood star jealous. In she walked with her service dog and three bellmen, each of which was carrying about a dozen large shopping bags. I rose as Jennie ran into my arms. "I take it you had a good time."
"Good? Oh Doug, it was marvelous. We began at Macy's. That store is so big! Then we went to Bergdorf-Goodman. What clothes they had! We stopped for lunch and then we went to some fancy boutiques. That's where I got this purse. Like it?" I did; it was very stylish and looked great on Jennie's shoulder.
"Did you hear Margo tell me she thought I was a perfect size six? She was right. Everything I tried on fit me perfectly. I had a hard time choosing." I stopped her for a moment and turned to the bellmen. Handing each a ten-spot I asked them to take the bags up to 1027. "Isn't the suite locked, Doug?"
"Of course, but they have master keys. Let's go in for a snack then we can go up and dress. We have tickets for the theater tonight. We're going to see "Hamilton."
"Oh Doug, Margo told me all about it. I can't wait. I have the perfect outfit. I think you'll love it."
"Let's get up to our room; we have early dinner reservations at Davio's. I think you'll like it. The menu is extensive and the food is great." I took Jennie's hand as we walked to the elevator.
"How was your meeting?"
"Good; we're going to get fifty million from it. They want my program to be available to handle 20,000 brokers at a time."
"Can you actually do that?"
"Sure...I didn't tell them, but I kind of assumed it was something they'd want eventually. I've been working on it for months. I'd have completed it weeks ago, but I had this little distraction."
"I'm glad." She had a look of total love in her eyes as she said it.
I thought she would have kissed me, but we were sharing the elevator with an elderly woman. "Oh, go ahead and kiss her. You obviously want to." I did, but I was uncomfortable until we exited on the tenth floor.
The floor of our sitting room was covered with the more than thirty bags filled with Jennie's new clothes. She rifled through them quickly until she found one from some boutique Margo had found for her. The dress she pulled out was gorgeous. I could see it was made of raw silk dyed to a dark navy blue. It was a simple sleeveless sheath with a long slit almost reaching her hip on the left side. Next was a short jacket, what I later learned was called a "bolero." From another bag she pulled a blue bra and high cut bikini panties. My contribution was the scissors to cut the tags.
We showered quickly—no fooling around—and dressed in our bedroom. I wore my grey suit with a white button-down shirt and a cranberry paisley tie. Once I was dressed I opened the safe and removed much of Jennie's jewelry. She selected a pair of diamond and sapphire bangle earrings and a bracelet with two rows of diamonds around a single row of sapphires. Around her neck she wore a matching necklace. She was absolutely stunning.
Jennie remained in the lobby while I took Lady across the street to the park. Ten minutes later we were back and two minutes after that the three of us climbed into the limo, Lady on the floor between us. "Davio's," I told the driver. He commented that it was a good choice. I agreed, having eaten there several times when I worked out on Long Island and had business here in the city.
I told the driver to have dinner on us while he waited. I knew he could be served quickly in the bar. Jennie and I were shown to a table in the dining room. We began by splitting an appetizer of American Kobe beef meatballs followed by a salad with baby iceberg lettuce, bacon, and tomatoes in an herb buttermilk dressing. We skipped the pasta course, but did opt for the lobster bisque before our entrée of pan seared scallops, creamy corn, and potatoes. We had dined extremely well and, once again, not a word was said about Lady.
Our driver David was waiting when we walked out onto the sidewalk. "Thanks for the dinner, Dr. Preston. I really appreciate it." He held the door and closed it behind me. A minute later we were on our way south toward the theater.
CHAPTER 9
I had purchased three tickets because it wasn't fair to the other patrons to be squeezed because of Lady's presence. Normally, I consider myself to be polite, well-mannered and respectful, however a woman in our row howled about having to sit next to our dog. "Surely," she said almost at the top of her voice, "you don't expect me to sit next to that...beast!"
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