4 comments/ 7577 views/ 15 favorites Henry and the Widow By: Grillytilly Henry was coming back into the office from his lunch break. "Let me see it." said Monica, one of his coworkers. Henry produced the little box from his coat pocket, secretly held it in his hand and passed it to her. She brought the box to the underside of her desk and opened it. Henry had finally bought an engagement ring. "It's beautiful." said Monica. "You think so?" "She can't possibly say no when you show her this." "I'm not really afraid she'll say no but I do want her to be happy with it." "Oh, by the way, the bitch" said Monica as she discreetly pointed to their boss' office "was looking for you." "Really? What is it this time?" Henry put the ring in his desk and then mentally got ready to go see his boss Mrs. Myers. He swallowed hard. The thought about the time on the clock. His lunch hadn't been that long. What could it be? This evil woman never wanted to see anyone but to give them bad news. Everyone in the office hated her. "Mrs. Myers, you wanted to see me?" "Have a seat." she said in a cold, matter of fact tone that left just a hint of disdain in the air as an after taste. Every time Henry had to hear those words he thought he was about to be fired. "So, good news?" "One of your clients has filed a sexual harassment claim against you." "WHAT!" "I take it you deny it." "Absolutely." "The client claims that when you were explaining the program to her you moved to her side of the table and sat next to her." "So!" "She felt uncomfortable." "You gotta be kidding me. Is this a joke?" "Don't take that tone with me or I'll fire you ass right now." "I did not sexually or otherwise harass anyone." "Why did you move to the other side of the table?" "I can't read upside down. Maybe everyone else can but I can't. I do my job better when I sit shoulder to shoulder." "Why don't you just read from your copy?" "You put a limit on the number of copies we can make." "I put a limit on the number of copies you can give to clients, not on how many you can use for presentations." "Well... I didn't know that." "Are you saying you haven't been keeping your own copies?" "Um. ... Was I supposed to?" She glared at him. "Bring me your files." Henry stood there and had to watch and be humiliated as Mrs. Myers went to his desk and took out every file to yell at him about it. She raised her voice and made it clear to everyone within earshot, that Henry was the most idiotic employee she'd ever had under her. During the very thorough and complete dress down, Henry muttered under his breath "Why do I still work here?" He soon regretted it because his boss heard him and her body snapped into position to face him and stare him down. "I don't know, moron. Why do you still work here? You know what. I haven't got time for this. Now clean all this up." Once their boss was gone Monica tried to console him. "She just a bitch. Don't listen to her." "I just have to marry Bianca and then I never have to come here again." "That's right and then she won't have her whipping boy anymore. Besides she's the one who always leaves early and she wants to complain about how we do our jobs." They both looked up at the clock. It was 2:45 and just then, their boss rushed right past them to the elevator. "Do you think she's moonlighting?" asked Monica. "Maybe it's just something in her contract." "I wonder who she had to sleep with to get that deal." "I don't know but she's always in a hurry about it." "Where do you think she goes?" Monica pondered. "Home." "In the middle of the afternoon. I'd go shopping." "I could catch a game." "Ooh, do you want to follow her one day? You know, to see what's up." "No. I've already been accused of ... not doing my job right." "Well, I have some time saved up. I could use it to take a half day and the see what she does." "Sounds like a plan." ... Henry did have a plan. He'd put all his faith, and every last cent of his savings to put that plan into action. $500 million dollars were up for grabs if only the conditions of Bianca's dead estranged mother's will could be satisfied. Henry couldn't have cared less about the money at first. He just wanted to marry Bianca but his girlfriend was insistent on getting the money she felt was hers. Bianca's older sister Kate had to be married before Bianca or neither one of them would ever see a dime. Finding a man who'd want to marry Kate, and seeing him through to the full distance was no small feat. Henry had to reach out to an old acquaintance he would rather have forgotten. It was much easier than Henry thought it would be to convince Peter to propose to Kate. Although their first meeting (Was it a meeting? It seemed to be more of an altercation.) was rough, Kate agreed to marry Peter thanks to some such discussions that happened behind closed doors. So then things were great. Peter would marry Kate and that would leave Bianca free to marry Henry and they all would get so rich they'd never have to wear the same pair of socks twice. That was supposed to be the plan anyway. Peter was nothing if not a hard ass about everything. Henry and the others involved in the little scheme to satisfy the will, even though they weren't supposed to be privy to its contents, had to pay for Peter's hotel. They had to pay for Peter's limo. They had to pay for Peter to take Kate out. Peter pinned them down and had them paying for everything. Henry was lucky he bought the ring for his own bride when he did. Had he not, he wouldn't be able to afford one. It was a Friday night. Everything seemed to be going well. Kate and Peter's wedding was coming soon. It was all going to work out in the end. Now, Henry just had to wait it out. With everything settled he felt it was time to officially pop the question to Bianca and get her father's approval. Everything had been building up to that moment. Henry was going to live a full and happy life with the woman he loved. ... "I'm going to die. I'm actually going to die." said a voice that came from his mouth and he put his head on his desk in the dark office where Henry had gone to hide from the world. He tried with all his might not to let his body fall into the black hole in the center of his chest that was slowly consuming him. "Why does it hurt so bad?" he asked to the empty office. Henry had been dumped before and they had hurt but this was an actual physical pain he was feeling this time just as real as if he had a headache or backache. Lucas. She picked that asshole Lucas over him. How? When? Why? He should have seen it coming but she lied to him and now he was doomed. His life was over. As Henry was weeping mostly for his lost love and a bit over the fact that he was nearly out of money and very likely about to loose his job, the elevator sounded and the doors opened. Mrs. Myers flew through the office right past Henry and went into her private office. Henry didn't get a very good look at her at first since the office was still dark and she was wearing a black dress but once the lights were on in her office he could see that she was wearing an evening dress. Out from her desk she pulled a bottle of wine and a wine glass. Henry did not want to see this woman or talk to her. He wanted to be alone. There was a small part of him that wanted to jump off the roof. But his curiosity demanded that he find out why his boss was here. He quietly approached her office doorway and watched in fascination as Mrs. Myers downed her first glass of wine without even stopping and then poured another. She looked like she wanted to cry but she was holding it in. "What's wrong?" Henry asked. Mrs. Myers was startled and she nearly jumped out of her chair. "What are you doing here?" "Sorry. I'll leave if you want." Henry said as he was about to walk out. "No. It's ok. You want a glass? You look like you could use one." "Thanks." "Girl trouble?" "Yeah. I ... I guess I'm just not who she wanted anymore." "Sit down. Go ahead." "You're not going to fire me now are you?" "Not yet, but it's coming." "Gee, thanks for the heads up on that." "I'm kidding ... a little." "A little?" "You've got two marks on your file so they're taping your client interactions now." "Yay, this is the worst day of my life." "I'm sorry." "So, what are you in for?" "I broke up with a guy tonight. Richard. I really liked him." "Then why did you break up with him?" "It's not going anywhere. It can't go anywhere." "Why not?" "I just can't see him being part of my life like that. Stupid me. I should have learned my lesson by now. He's the third guy in a year I've dated and here I am again." "Did you tell him what he did wrong? I know I'd sure like to know." "It wasn't him. It was me." "You women say that but that just means you don't trust us enough to tell us the real reason." "I guess I don't." "Can you tell me?" "No. Are you joking?" "Well, if I'm going to get fired soon anyway, you might as well." "My husband died when I was 27. Our son was only 2 at the time." "You have a kid?" "Yeah. My little angel. He's seven now." "And he gets out of school at 3 so that's why you leave everyday." "Guilty." "And you broke up with this guy because you're afraid he won't make a good father." "I guess." "Well, then I think you're wrong." "What?" "You're wrong. You can't break up with him over this. Did he know you had a son?" "No. I never told him." "Well, having a child is nothing to be ashamed about. Being a single mother for whatever reason is nothing to hide. It isn't even like you just got knocked up. You didn't choose for your husband to die." "It's not just that I have a son." "If you're worried about a guy not being worthy to take care of a child then you're right. We aren't worthy. Men are immature. We don't clean up enough. But when we get the chance to be a father somehow, we rise to the occasion. So I think you deserve it for yourself to give this guy a chance. Go tell him and see what he says." "I understand what you're saying and I appreciate it. It's just that it's a little more complicated than that." "How so?" "My son" she began and then couldn't control herself and started crying. "What? What is it?" asked Henry as he began to suspect that perhaps her son had also died. "He... He has..." she struggled with her words as if there was a battle going on in her head as to whether or not she was even going to be able to say it. Her face when flush and tears welled up in her eyes. Henry offered a tissue from the pack he'd been using earlier to dry his own eyes. Mrs. Myers took a moment compose herself and tried to summon her strength. "He has autism." Henry wanted to say that he had no idea what that was but seeing how greatly this was affecting her he dared not ask. Instead, guessing it was bad, he just said "Really. I'm sorry." "Nobody knows what it's like. I look at him everyday and I tell him I love him and he doesn't understand. I'm a mother who will never hear her child say he loves her." "Ok." Henry was trying to take it all in and see if there was any part of his brain that knew even a little bit about what autism was. "Dammit Michel." she screamed "Why? I can't do this. I can't do this anymore. I'm not strong enough." She was full on bawling now and nearly about to knock the wine off the desk. "Oh, Wow. Ok. Um. You win. But, still, listen." Henry was cautious about touching her or anyone at the office since he'd been told someone filed sexual harassment against him. Instead he saved the bottle from falling over and pounded it on her desk to get her attention. "Listen. You have every right to ... feel the way you do. I couldn't imagine what it must be like. But still, this guy Richard; if you like him then give him a chance. This is all really hard on you and maybe he'll be more understanding than you give him credit for." She looked up at him but she wasn't able to respond just then. "Maybe just think about it. I mean, you're sitting over here feeling like he broke up with you and he's sitting over there, you know, where ever he is, feeling terrible and scratching his head wondering what he did wrong. Whatever his answer, it can't be any worse than breaking up with you." "Maybe." she finally was able to get out. "What's your son's name?" "Eric." she said as she pulled out his picture. "Whatever is going on with Eric, do you really think that in his soul he wouldn't want you to be happy? And Micheal. Your husband. Would he want you to never be happy again?" Mrs. Myers shook her head. "Maybe it feels so hard because you're not supposed to be doing all of this alone. I don't know what this Richard guy is going to say but you are a beautiful, smart, successful woman and any man who could call himself a real man would be lucky to have you." She thanked him for listening and for the advice. He promised he wouldn't tell anyone in the office about any of her private situation. ... Henry was surprised to discover after his talk with his boss that he wasn't thinking about Bianca anymore. All he could think about was Mrs. Myers. He felt like a heel for every bad thing he'd said about her behind her back. He looked up autism and did some reading on the subject, once he could get the spelling correct. On Monday Henry felt very weird being in the office. He couldn't get any work done for the first hour. He just kept looking over at his boss' door. Just before lunch time his boss called him in and as he walked he was aware of the eyes of the others on him. Perhaps they thought he was going to get fired. Henry knew it was coming so he'd tried to prepare for it. After entering the office and closing the door the conversation quickly turned away from business. "I got in touch with Richard." she said. "Really? How did it go?" "Not so good. He's already moved on." "I'm sorry." "Not your fault. He had a girl waiting in the wings." "Well, you know, then screw him. He doesn't deserve you." "I was thinking about what you said and I think maybe my best plan is the next guy I date, if that'll ever even happen, I'll tell him right away. Maybe not the very first thing I tell him but pretty soon." "Honesty is the best policy." "And thank you." "No problem. Thank you for the wine. I really needed it." "What was her name?" "Bianca." "Well, at least you don't have to see her ever again." "My friend is getting married to her sister. I might see her there." "Oh, right. Do you think she'll change her mind?" "I don't know. I look back over everything in my head and I think she just played me. She just used me to get something she wanted." "I'm sorry. We aren't all like that." "I hope not." "Anyway. I really appreciate what you did. It's so hard to talk about these things for me." "Any time Mrs. Myers. You just let me know." "Jessica. Mrs. Myers is your boss but right now I just want to be your friend." They looked at each other for a moment and they both gave into very slight smiles. Back at his desk, Henry was getting to work with one part of his brain and adjusting his life plan with another part of his brain when Monica whispered over to him. "I'm doing it." said Monica. "Doing what?" "I'm going to follow her today." "Who?" "The bitch." "Today?" "Yeah. I'll do live updates so everyone can see." "You know. Let me do it." "Why?" "I'm already in hot water. No use in you risking your job." Monica took a bit more convincing but eventually she agreed to let him handle it. Henry filled out the time off slip and headed out to wait for Jessica. He knew where she parked. Everyone knew where she parked and some of the employees would try to dare each other to flatten her tire. Now that Henry knew what sort of schedule she was really on he felt really indignant about that. His coworkers were real assholes. Henry looked at his watch and then looked at the elevator open and there came Jessica right on time. "Jessica, I have something I have to tell you." "Then you're saying it in the car. Hop in." "Really?" "Get in. I don't have time for this." Once they were in the car and Jessica was driving out of the parking garage the conversation resumed. "So, what's up?" "Um, some of the guys at work are curious about what you do when you leave the office so they chose me to follow you." "Ugh. Really?" "Yeah, so I figure I'll just tell them that you go grocery shopping and then go home." "You make me sound like an old maid." "Sorry. You're not by the way. If you want I can tell them all you go skydiving, or go race cars or something exciting." "Don't worry about it. Say, while I have you in the car, do you want to meet Eric?" "Sure. That'd be great." Eric was for the most part a very happy child. He showed his attachment to his mom as soon as he saw her by running up to her and clinging to her. He didn't take to Henry right away but back at Jessica's house Eric wanted Henry to play with him. The boy was really happy to do the same thing over and over again. Henry was going to try to get back to the office and pick up his own car before it got too late but Jessica offered to have him for dinner. After dinner he watched some ridiculous kids movie with Eric that made the boy laugh a lot. The time really seemed to slip away and Jessica was putting Eric to bed. Jessica was with Henry back in the Kitchen as she quietly cleaned up and Henry helped a little. "So, what did you think?" "About Eric? He's a great kid." "You think so?" "Oh yeah. I wish I had his sense of humor. Some people think they're all sophisticated because they don't find anything funny but I don't know. Maybe not seeing the funny in something is like being color blind." "You're really trying hard aren't you." "Don't say that. Trying for what? He is a wonderful little boy. He's a handful but he's great." "I'm always so worried to introduce him to people. I wonder if they'll like him or if they'll judge him. Maybe they'll think there's something wrong with me." "That's crazy talk. No one is going to judge him or you." "Yeah, right. I should really just accept it. I'm never going to get a real boyfriend again much less get married again. And it has been so long. Sometimes I fee like I'll say yes to the first idiot who proposes to me." "Even if he doesn't know about Eric?" "He'd have to know about Eric, and Eric would have to like him but if I had that and then he proposed, well, I'd like to think I'd behave better but honestly, you'd have to beat me off with a stick." ... Henry was sitting at his desk on a Monday later in the month filling in a report. Monica had been asking for more details about the boss lady but Henry dodged them all. Jessica came out of the elevator from her meeting with the higher ups and came into the office and started barking orders to everyone. That is, everyone but Henry. It had been two weeks since he'd had dinner with her at her place and this was the first time she seemed to act differently towards him in front of the others. He'd had coffee with her a couple of times in her office when she could be Jessica instead of Mrs. Myers but those interactions were all completely private. The boss went to her door and Henry went back to what he was doing but before she closed the door she turned to everyone and said "And you" in a tone that implied that whoever 'you' was, that person was the absolute scum of the earth. Henry looked up and then looked around to see who she might be speaking to. She pointed right at him. "You, get in here mister. And wipe that smile off your face. This is serious." Henry and the Widow Henry got up but didn't feel in danger. He entered her office and she slammed the door behind him which startled him. "Take a seat." Henry started to say "Jessica" but his boss cut him off. She raised a folder in the air and then threw it down to her desk. "Your fired." "For what?" "This is your third complaint. What do you have to say for yourself?" "Who complained? I thought you were videotaping me. You know I didn't do anything." She glared at him. "This is the third complaint. Proven or not, company policy is clear. I have to let you go." "Even if I didn't do anything wrong?" "I'm sorry. If you want I'll give you a great recommendation. I know you do good work when you're not distracted." "I just can't believe this." "I saw the tape. I think the lady is just crazy or a liar. Maybe she gets off on trying to hurt people but there's nothing I can do at this point." "What good is the tape if won't help me?" "The tape is there to prove that the company didn't do anything wrong. It isn't there to help you." "That sucks." "Look, I'll give you to the end of the day. You can wait for everyone else to leave before you clear out and then just don't come in tomorrow. Just finish up what you're going but don't start work on anything else." "That'll make it a long day." "Hey, I know Mrs. Myers just fired you but before I knew about that, Jessica was hoping you'd have dinner with her. I'll treat." "You better. I just lost my job for no good reason and I'm broke paying for my friend's wedding." "Why did you pay for his wedding?" "It's a long story. Bianca's sister Kate had to get married first because in her mother's will ..." He stopped and sighed. "It's a long story." "Tell me over dinner." Henry left the office and went back to his desk. He finished the report and then stealthily started to get his desk in order to clean it out at the end of the day. In his desk she saw the ring. At that moment an idea came into his head. The more he thought about it the more he came to the conclusion that he wanted to propose to Jessica. He not only wanted to propose but he wanted Jessica to say yes. He wanted to marry her. This was crazy. He'd never even kissed her. She'd obviously turn him down. If she was smart, she'd turn him down. He looked down at the ring in it's box. He scratched his head. He couldn't pull a stupid stunt like this. What would Peter do? What would the man who was so abhorrent himself that he was able to marry that shrew of an older sister of Bianca's, do. He'd just march into her office, propose and then never give her a chance to answer. He pick her up, throw her over his shoulder and carry her off to a chapel. Why did so many women like him? Henry stood up and tried to do his best Peter impression. He puffed up his chest. He raised his nose. He walked over to Jessica's office. He opened the door and ... she was on the phone. Peter would of course just take the phone from her and slam it down but Henry couldn't go that far. He left and went back to his desk. He felt himself deflate. He courage was gone and he just went back to getting his things ready. A few moments later Jessica came out of her office and came up to him at his desk. "Did you need something?" Henry stood up and faced her. She had her boss face on. Henry wanted to back out or hesitate or just run to the stairwell but something inside of him pushed to make the moment happen. "Mrs. Myers." He took in a deep breath. "I quit." "Fine. Get your things and get out. You have fifteen minutes." At his announcement all the eyes in the office were now on these two. "Jessica." Henry said as he got down on one knee and someone among the onlookers gasped. "Henry, not now. What are you doing? Wait. Get up." "Jessica. Will you marry me? I love you. And I said those in the wrong order didn't I?" There was dead silence as everyone in the office watched in complete disbelief. Jessica took in a deep breath, tilted her head to the side and looked away for a moment. She let out her air and then looked down at him as he waited in expectation of her yelling his head off. "Yes." A simple word with a simple message. "Yes, you'll marry me or yes I said all that in the wrong order?" "I'll marry you, idiot." she said as she presented her hand to him so he could put the ring on her. Henry jumped up from the floor. "Wow. You said yes." "I said yes." "Great so, now what?" "Well, first, the ring, then you need to get out of here and then I guess we'll get married." The couple was suddenly aware of all the eyes on them. One guy started to clap and from that everyone else started to cheer as well. "Ok, I'll see you when you get off." he said with a big smile. "And you have fifteen minutes." she said not knowing what else to say. "No need. Already packed." "Then go." He opened the bottom desk drawer and got out his bag of stuff and he was very aware of everyone watching him. He pressed the elevator button and as the elevator was coming up Jessica walked up to him, grabbed him, and kissed him. Henry was still recovering from the kiss when Jessica turned to address someone else. "Monica, I'm taking the day off." The elevator doors opened and Jessica pushed Henry into it. She had a very intense look on her face as she waited for the doors to close. As soon as they did she posed a very strange question to him. "You don't have any batons on you do you?" "Not that I'm aware of." "Good, then you ass is mine." "What about Eric?" "I don't have to pick him up for hours yet." she said but didn't give him the luxury to respond. Her lips were on his. Her hands started pulling at his clothes and she body pressed him up against the wall of the elevator. There wasn't much difference in the level of physical contact they maintained on the way to her car. Jessica drove a very nice luxury car but Henry had always just thought they were really no different from any other car. Well, there was a very key difference that owning a nice car affords you. You can have sex, almost comfortably in the back seat. It was a quick little affair. There wasn't any of the build up or foreplay that most couples liked to engage in. Once the doors were closed Jessica got out of her clothes in record time and got Henry's cock out. She leaned back on the seat and Henry went in for the score. For the first time in Henry's life the girl he was having sex with had an orgasm before he did. Two minutes. That's all Jessica lasted. Henry was getting a little self conscious about who might be able to see them through the car windows but Jessica then got her wind back and let Henry know this was far from over. She put him on bottom and straddled him. She put her tits in his face and he was happy to suck them. They were beautiful breasts with very smooth skin. They weren't as full as Bianca's but they were very nice nonetheless. Up and down, front and back. Jessica knew how to fuck and even after Henry finally built up his climax and shot his load of cum all up into her pussy, Jessica knew how to do a little thing that got Henry all the way hard again in an instant without his cock ever leaving her pussy. It took about an hour and another round of Henry emptying his tanks in her but Jessica finally built herself up to another orgasm. She pressed her pubic area into his so hard it actually sort of hurt. She wrapped her arms around his head and pressed his face into her chest. She body bucked to the energy emanating from her pussy. And then, it was finished. She released him and then arched her back so she could get a good breath of air in. "Do you love me?" she asked. "Yes." said Henry. "I love you." "You don't sound like you mean it." "Sorry." "It's ok. When we get married we have to promise to love each other so we better start working on it now." "What about you?" "Oh, I love you. I will love you. You just do your part and love me and trust me to do my part and I'll love you." "Great. Got any any ideas about a date?" Henry asked even though he didn't really expect her to have an answer. "Tomorrow." she said. "That soon?" "When does your friend get married?" "This weekend." "Then we don't have any time to waste. You aren't taking me to some other girl's wedding as your girlfriend. I'm going as your wife."