11-09-2026, 03:10 PM
CHAPTER 13: THREE FUNERALS AND A GOODBYE
My name is William Maitland. I am 42 years old. I almost died a few days ago. I almost lost my job a few weeks ago. I lost the second woman I’ve loved in 20 years a month ago. I lost the first woman I ever loved and my family and my marriage six months ago.
I have gained a new nickname, international fame, and I’m having sex with women I never could have imagined approaching six months ago and I think I will be having sex with the sexiest woman with the biggest breasts in the Western Hemisphere within a not too distant length of time. That thought frightens and yet exhilarates me at the same time.
I have learned the basics of boxing and beaten the crap out of the man who stole my wife, albeit having the crap beaten out of me at the same time. I have repaired the rupture in my family due to the example of a man who died trying to make the world a better place, and a man who is a savage killer rescued my family and myself from a terrible and legitimate threat.
I have hurt a friend who has been cheating on his wife for years, that I know of, and possibly destroyed his marriage, while a man who has killed hundreds and ordered the murder of thousands has promised to watch my back against a drug cartel that might be coming after me and my family.
It’s been a strange six months.
The beautiful blonde standing behind me tapped me on the shoulder and I looked at our reflections, standing together in front of the glassed window.
“It is something, isn’t it?” I nodded.
“I love Jacksonville and I’m a Florida boy, born and bred, but I have to admit, you could get addicted to this view.”
“I know what you mean, Bill. It’s why so many men and women scramble and bleed and bust their asses to get to this city. You can’t compare it—I don’t think—to anyplace else on earth.”
I turned to look up slightly into the deep blue eyes of Celestial Madonna, now Jane to me as I was Bill to her, and said, “Actually, I might have had this,
but I turned it down.”
She gave me a curious look.
“A few months back, before I became the ‘Angel of Death’, an attorney offered me a shot at a defense position in a firm with offices around the country including New York.”
“You turned him down?”
I looked back out at the New York night sky and said, “He asked me the same day that my wife told me she was divorcing me. I was kind of off balance and wasn’t ready to make any big moves in my life.”
She put one slim hand on my right arm.
“That must have been terrible. I’ve been divorced, twice, but the first time we just grew apart. At the end we were just two friends sharing a place and there was no real pain there. The second time was harder. I’ve heard that she really broke you.”
“That would about describe it. She tore my heart out, tore my balls off, wrecked my confidence in my manhood. She did a number on me.”
She ran her hand up and down my arm. I had dressed for the 60 Minutes interview in my trademark black, only this time a black tux with a black shirt and dress pants. Following the interview, Jane had taken me as her guest to a restaurant I’d never heard of before which looked like a hole-in-the-wall dive and served the best French food I’d ever tasted, here or in Paris.
I had agreed to do a series of interviews for a number of CBS and other network operations, but Jane had basically taken over showing me around the city and getting me from one interview to another. Her bosses let her because they figured the bond would get them the best long term results for their dollar.
It was easy to forget that she was Celestial Madonna with the ever-so serious delivery of fluff pieces about the very important life events of very unimportant celebrities. She was funny, charming and didn’t seem to be aware of just how unbelievably hot she was, with tight, taut firm C cup tits, a tiny waist, and an ass to die for when she wasn’t dressed in her television uniform. This was the real woman, Jane from Pahokee.
“You recovered well, Bill. I’m thinking your ex is kicking herself in the ass right now.”
“No, she found a young stud to play with and then an older guy who turned out to be an alright type. I couldn’t hate him even when I wanted to. I think she might have some regrets, only because we were together for twenty years. But. ”
“Trust me, she’s kicking herself in the ass.” I turned to her and couldn’t help grinning.
I pulled away from her and said, “Are you sure this is a good idea?” “I think it’s a great idea.”
Then she was dropping to her knees, her long legs in sheer stockings visible crouched underneath her, unzipping me and she took almost all of me in one fluid motion. I looked down at her and still couldn’t believe the woman I’d watched on television for a few years was on her knees sucking me off.
She pulled away and held my wet dick in one delicate hand and said, “I’ve wanted to do that since that day in the courthouse. I don’t know what it was but, God I was hot, probably because I could almost smell that detective’s pussy that was with you. She was dripping. You guys were so damned obvious. Everybody around you knew what the two of you were going to do. I heard you and she did the dirty deed in one of your empty offices. Is that true?”
“A gentleman never tells.”
She squeezed, sucked and jerked and I finally broke down and said, “Yeah.
Yes. We did it in one of the empty offices.” “Was she good?”
“I don’t know. If you’re starved and you’re eating the best steak in the world so fast you don’t even chew it, you don’t know if it’s good or not. You just know you have to have it.”
She sucked hard and then let it go and looked up at me, smiling. “Are you starved now?”
I pushed her down and knelt beside her, running my hand under her panties. She was dripping and my fingers came out wet. I started coming out of the tux and trying to get my pants down at the same time.
“The dresser,” she said, pointing to a dresser near the entrance to the suite. I went over and opened it, finding a packet of condoms.
‘You little slut. You were ready for this, weren’t you?”
“Since you got to town. I’ve never slept with an Angel before.”
“I hope I’m not a disappointment. That’s a big rep to live up to. And as you can tell, I’m not the biggest guy in the world.”
She reached down and squeezed.
My name is William Maitland. I am 42 years old. I almost died a few days ago. I almost lost my job a few weeks ago. I lost the second woman I’ve loved in 20 years a month ago. I lost the first woman I ever loved and my family and my marriage six months ago.
I have gained a new nickname, international fame, and I’m having sex with women I never could have imagined approaching six months ago and I think I will be having sex with the sexiest woman with the biggest breasts in the Western Hemisphere within a not too distant length of time. That thought frightens and yet exhilarates me at the same time.
I have learned the basics of boxing and beaten the crap out of the man who stole my wife, albeit having the crap beaten out of me at the same time. I have repaired the rupture in my family due to the example of a man who died trying to make the world a better place, and a man who is a savage killer rescued my family and myself from a terrible and legitimate threat.
I have hurt a friend who has been cheating on his wife for years, that I know of, and possibly destroyed his marriage, while a man who has killed hundreds and ordered the murder of thousands has promised to watch my back against a drug cartel that might be coming after me and my family.
It’s been a strange six months.
OCTOBER 2, 2005 --SUNDAY 10:35 P.M.
I looked out over the sparkling galaxy of lights that was the New York skyline and almost had to pinch myself to make myself believe I was really here. I was 60 stories above the city, in a prime suite, all expenses paid by CBS. I held a glass of really good champagne, not sure what the exact year was but I was never really a Champagne connoisseur. I sniffed the goblet in my hand and let a few of the bubbles rise to tickle my nose.The beautiful blonde standing behind me tapped me on the shoulder and I looked at our reflections, standing together in front of the glassed window.
“It is something, isn’t it?” I nodded.
“I love Jacksonville and I’m a Florida boy, born and bred, but I have to admit, you could get addicted to this view.”
“I know what you mean, Bill. It’s why so many men and women scramble and bleed and bust their asses to get to this city. You can’t compare it—I don’t think—to anyplace else on earth.”
I turned to look up slightly into the deep blue eyes of Celestial Madonna, now Jane to me as I was Bill to her, and said, “Actually, I might have had this,
but I turned it down.”
She gave me a curious look.
“A few months back, before I became the ‘Angel of Death’, an attorney offered me a shot at a defense position in a firm with offices around the country including New York.”
“You turned him down?”
I looked back out at the New York night sky and said, “He asked me the same day that my wife told me she was divorcing me. I was kind of off balance and wasn’t ready to make any big moves in my life.”
She put one slim hand on my right arm.
“That must have been terrible. I’ve been divorced, twice, but the first time we just grew apart. At the end we were just two friends sharing a place and there was no real pain there. The second time was harder. I’ve heard that she really broke you.”
“That would about describe it. She tore my heart out, tore my balls off, wrecked my confidence in my manhood. She did a number on me.”
She ran her hand up and down my arm. I had dressed for the 60 Minutes interview in my trademark black, only this time a black tux with a black shirt and dress pants. Following the interview, Jane had taken me as her guest to a restaurant I’d never heard of before which looked like a hole-in-the-wall dive and served the best French food I’d ever tasted, here or in Paris.
I had agreed to do a series of interviews for a number of CBS and other network operations, but Jane had basically taken over showing me around the city and getting me from one interview to another. Her bosses let her because they figured the bond would get them the best long term results for their dollar.
It was easy to forget that she was Celestial Madonna with the ever-so serious delivery of fluff pieces about the very important life events of very unimportant celebrities. She was funny, charming and didn’t seem to be aware of just how unbelievably hot she was, with tight, taut firm C cup tits, a tiny waist, and an ass to die for when she wasn’t dressed in her television uniform. This was the real woman, Jane from Pahokee.
“You recovered well, Bill. I’m thinking your ex is kicking herself in the ass right now.”
“No, she found a young stud to play with and then an older guy who turned out to be an alright type. I couldn’t hate him even when I wanted to. I think she might have some regrets, only because we were together for twenty years. But. ”
“Trust me, she’s kicking herself in the ass.” I turned to her and couldn’t help grinning.
“It’s okay Jane. You don’t have to keep selling. You’ve already got most of the taping you needed and before I leave the city you’ll have some good stuff.”
She stepped in toward me until our faces were almost touching. “I’m not selling the show, Bill Maitland.”
“Then what are you selling?” “I’m buying.”
She leaned in and we were kissing, first with closed lips and then open mouths and her free hand dropped to my rising erection and began rubbing and squeezing it.I pulled away from her and said, “Are you sure this is a good idea?” “I think it’s a great idea.”
Then she was dropping to her knees, her long legs in sheer stockings visible crouched underneath her, unzipping me and she took almost all of me in one fluid motion. I looked down at her and still couldn’t believe the woman I’d watched on television for a few years was on her knees sucking me off.
She pulled away and held my wet dick in one delicate hand and said, “I’ve wanted to do that since that day in the courthouse. I don’t know what it was but, God I was hot, probably because I could almost smell that detective’s pussy that was with you. She was dripping. You guys were so damned obvious. Everybody around you knew what the two of you were going to do. I heard you and she did the dirty deed in one of your empty offices. Is that true?”
“A gentleman never tells.”
She squeezed, sucked and jerked and I finally broke down and said, “Yeah.
Yes. We did it in one of the empty offices.” “Was she good?”
“I don’t know. If you’re starved and you’re eating the best steak in the world so fast you don’t even chew it, you don’t know if it’s good or not. You just know you have to have it.”
She sucked hard and then let it go and looked up at me, smiling. “Are you starved now?”
I pushed her down and knelt beside her, running my hand under her panties. She was dripping and my fingers came out wet. I started coming out of the tux and trying to get my pants down at the same time.
“The dresser,” she said, pointing to a dresser near the entrance to the suite. I went over and opened it, finding a packet of condoms.
‘You little slut. You were ready for this, weren’t you?”
“Since you got to town. I’ve never slept with an Angel before.”
“I hope I’m not a disappointment. That’s a big rep to live up to. And as you can tell, I’m not the biggest guy in the world.”
She reached down and squeezed.
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