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Chapter One
Michael nestled into the warmed leather seats of his Porsche Cayenne as it made its way west; the all-wheel drive system kept it moving on a treacherous I-94. A passing semi hit a pothole, sending an icy spray splashing onto the SUV’s windshield causing a certain amount of alarming disorientation.

“I hate Michigan weather,” Michael Tallon mumbled to himself, knowing the overcast sky and freezing temperature weren't really the problem. Some days, Michael had a hard time dealing with his depression. He really needed sunshine, and the forecast for Detroit in February held little optimism.

His secretary had downloaded information for him about special electric lights to treat “Seasonal Affective Disorder”, but he wasn’t sure if he believed in their helpfulness. Perhaps a call to Doctor Dargay is in order, he thought. I’d love to visit my retreat in Maui for a week or so, but there’s entirely too much going on right now at the office.

He pulled into the parking garage and into the relatively dry spot marked “CEO”. He stepped out of his SUV, straightened the sleeves of his coat, and then reached in and grabbed his messenger bag. Michael thought that it was time to shake things up in the corporate fashion world, and he really didn’t like the briefcases that most of his peers used. His bag matched his dark brown leather jacket, and honestly was much more comfortable to carry. Michael got a few looks, but he didn’t care who thought him a little strange. It’s good to be the Boss.

In reality, he received more than a few looks, and they had nothing to do with the messenger bag. An attractive man, he was tall, lean and athletic and several of the ladies . . . and a few men . . . cast appreciative glances his way. It didn’t hurt, of course, that he was very wealthy. Hot Detroit had proclaimed him Michigan’s most eligible bachelor for the third year in a row, an unsolicited and ill-appreciated honor, especially this year.

The bright blue walls and mahogany floors of his huge reception room gave visitors a comfortable, relaxing place to wait for the Boss. Indeed, he held many meetings in the reception room, especially in the corner with the huge stone fireplace. Michael deemed his modest office a workspace, not a spot for meetings, and to be granted entry was a huge honor.

His secretary, personal assistant and primary confidant, Lisa Jensen, had a comfortable work area near the entrance to his office. She was a young, attractive brunette, very efficient and very married. Her husband, Greg, played professional soccer for the Rockers and enjoyed the status of being one of Michael’s few close friends.

Michael smiled fondly at Lisa, who he considered to be the epitome of intelligence and reliability, and fun to be with when outside of work. She had introduced him to several of her friends, and later reported to him that they had all said he was fun, polite and a perfect gentleman, but rather distant. Lisa often said that she was probably Michael’s closest friend, and Michael didn’t dispute it.

“Good Morning, Lisa. How was your weekend?” He pulled out his PDA to synch it with her computer.

She confirmed the data and handed the small machine back to him. “It was great, Boss; you should’ve come with us on Friday. Greg and I and a few of our friends decided to find the best pizza in Detroit; we hit several different restaurants before we made our choice. It was a lot of fun!” She laughed.

Michael smiled and nodded. “The Cloverleaf Bar on Gratiot. . .best pizza. No question.”

“Now I don’t see how you can tell, if you don’t experiment,” She giggled. “We couldn’t choose between Buddy’s and Pizzapapolis. We’re thinking about checking on the finest steakhouse this weekend, and you should really come along with us. Bring a date; it’ll be a blast!”

He shrugged. “Possibly. You know my schedule better than I do…see if I can work it in. No alcohol, though. I just got my SUV cleaned out from the last time I played designated driver.”

“Oh, yeah. Ewww.” She grimaced and laughed.

He walked into his office. He had spent hours decorating the walls with wood that was recycled from an old barn. It felt very warm and cozy, and reminded him of spending his afternoons at his Grandfather’s farm. He sat down at his small but efficiently laid out desk, and started checking his messages. He could have checked them on his PDA, but it was just a matter of habit that he started his day on the computer. Anything that was truly important would have been handled on the phone.

As expected, there were few messages: a couple of his previous dates trying to re-establish contact and a quick note from his cousin and Chief Financial Officer, Randy Tallon, confirming lunch. He spent most of the morning in meetings.

He and Randy went over taking on a new health insurance provider that could add another level of coverage at a very attractive cost while having a good lunch, and then Randy brought up another idea.

“I know you want to re-energize Detroit, and some friends of mine and I are doing some quiet investing in housing in the downtown area.”

Randy’s a smart one to pick up on trends. “I don’t have much interest in being a slumlord.”

Randy continued after a sip of water. “It’s not like that. We buy up and rehab entire city blocks, providing good, inexpensive housing close to downtown. Property is cheap, if you avoid realtors. Take a look at the Craigslist ads; we have quite a good rehab crew. Your total investment can be fairly small, but the positive impact on downtown could be huge, and as housing values pick up, you could even make some serious money, along with some tax breaks.”

“You really think this could help Detroit? Could this help our employees, too?” Michael asked, thinking of the possible benefits of a more localized work force.

Randy smiled. “Several people have been thinking along those lines, and have already begun buying up properties in the area.”

“…bringing prices up, and adding value to their properties already. Very wise. I’ll look into it.”

They paid their bill and went back to the office.

Michael was very distracted by what his cousin had suggested, and as soon as he sat down at his desk, he pulled up the Craigslist realty listings. Randy’s right,he thought, there are many listings for homes with prices unbelievably low. In several instances the price to buy seemed more like what you’d pay for annual rent. He quickly found a beautiful, move in ready, three-bedroom brick home with a two-car garage for less than $15,000 . . . with a fireplace!

While he scanned through the listings, he found many interesting items. Michael spent the afternoon making arrangements to visit several homes quite near his offices. The expenditure could easily be justified. Then his eyes began to roam over the rest of the paper. A 1964 Shelby AC Cobra shell was listed at $38,000, which was an excellent price if it was truly in “prime” condition. He glanced at an ad for some vintage furniture, which he found interesting.

The personals even interested him. There had been a time when I had eagerly scanned the local classified advertisements “personals section”. Just for a laugh, he opened the section titled “Miscellaneous Romance”, and the first thing that caught his eye was an unusual advertisement.

“Late 20’s MtF, can’t afford to transition. Seeking wealthy gentleman, willing to pay for my surgeries in exchange for becoming their ideal trophy wife. Contact/prenup to be discussed.”

Michael sunk back into his chair and caught his breath. He pulled himself together and immediately called and made an appointment for the next day. They arranged to meet at the Fort Street Brewery, in Lincoln Park. It was one of Michael’s favorite spots, and it offered good food and a great atmosphere. It would be a great place to meet.

Why am I so intrigued by this? he wondered.

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“Hi Lees, what’s new?” As usual, he handed her his PDA so that she could confirm his appointments.

She handed it back with a smile. “I see you’re going to Fort Street Brewery for lunch? Good choice! I love the Scotch Eggs, and the Beef and Cheddar Wrap is excellent.”

“I’m a little nervous,” He confessed. “I’m meeting someone new, and I want to make a good impression.”

“A new girlfriend? Is this a blind date? Who set you up?” She asked. He could see that her protective instincts were in full defensive mode.

“It’s someone I was talking to yesterday. We’re actually meeting for the first time at lunch, so this should be an anxious morning. Fortunately, I don’t have much scheduled this morning, so I’m hoping to be at least nearly human for our date.”

“That would probably be helpful. How did you meet?”

Oh geez, she was going to be nosey. “Leave it alone, Lisa. I’m a big boy, I can handle this.”

“No! Not another personals ad, please? You’re one of the city’s most eligible bachelors; you don’t need to do that!”

“I asked you to leave it alone. I don’t want to deal with someone who already knows my credit rating and what my tax status is. I want someone for me, my wallet has had far too many dates already.”

“I’m just not…”

“Leave it alone, please.”

He turned and went to his office. He knew that she would pursue this further. They were far more than merely friends. Michael knew that he could have very few secrets with her around. She had originally been hired to be an internet “shadow” for Michael while he was on the computer. She could be unobtrusive, but she’d had the ability to monitor all of Michael’s actions on the web.

He’d always known she was there, and she knew that he was aware of her. It made him feel safe, and because of it, they had become friends. She’d given him pointers and suggestions, and he’d helped her to become more of an assistant than a spy. They were a team, and after the loss of his parents, she had been there to help him take the reins of the company. They had flirted, but it was clear she was not his type, though they did “love” each other, in a way.

Michael’s mother, Kathy, always said they were “cute”.

How will she react when she reads the ad? Michael wondered. It’s a bit strange, even to me.

Deep in thought, he sat at his desk, staring at his computer.

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Michael arrived a bit early at the restaurant. He checked himself over before he went in, straightening his tie, regretting he had even worn one, but, well, it was too late now. He brushed of his slacks and his coat. Geez, I feel overdressed. Oh, well!

He spoke with the hostess, and found that his date had arrived just minutes before him. The server showed him to the table, which he saw was in a quiet corner with no one near them. Good, we can talk freely there.

She wore a simple yellow dress, and her long dark brown hair was partially put up in a ponytail. Her simple dress was the perfect thing to show off her long, attractive legs and her breasts. She wore a light perfume, which Michael liked. He almost became aroused when she stood to greet him. She shook his hand and he was surprised at how soft and delicate her hand was, and how lovely she looked as she smiled.

“Hello, I’m Jennifer Louise Carter, but everyone calls me Jenny. I’m happy to meet you.”

How could she be a man! She is so naturally female, and she moves with a fluid grace that no man could have had. Her voice is pleasantly smooth, and very sexy. Michael realized that she probably felt just as nervous as he did, and he really wanted to put her at ease.

“I, uh, find myself a bit nervous,” He admitted, as they sat.

She smiled, shyly.

“I thought your ad was very intriguing, and for some reason I felt almost compelled to answer it.
I will admit that I find you most attractive. Please forgive me if I say or do anything that you find offensive. I assure you I don’t mean to do that.”

“You can relax, Michael. I’m not terribly sensitive about my transition, and after all, that is the reason we’re here, isn’t it?”

“Well, to put it bluntly, you’re right. However, Jenny, I wanted to meet you, to know if we could be compatible with each other. This is no small matter to me.”

“I agree with you, Michael. This must be considered very carefully. I don’t wish to be a Mistress; I‘d like to find a husband who could love me, and a partner to share my life.”

“These are my feelings, also. This is a major commitment, not something I’d step into lightly, and I‘m quite happy that you feel the same. I have to say that you are very beautiful. How long have you been in transition?”

She blushed,

She is so very cute. Those blue eyes are amazing!

“Thank you, Michael. I started dressing when I was ten, but as far back as I can remember, I’ve known there was something different about me. I decided to make a full transition two years ago. My emotions have been a real trial,” She put her hands in front of her dress, to indicate her breasts, “along with all of these, ah, small changes. “

They talked about many things, important things that let them get to know one another. Michael found that he loved her voice, and he was amazed at how “cohesive” she was. Everything seemed to fit; there was nothing to show that she was anything but an attractive, sexy woman. As they continued to talk, he discovered that they had many common interests, and just as many things where they disagreed, but were willing to think about. He was amazed at how quickly he had relaxed around her, and he realized that he thought of her only as a woman.

“My mother died in childbirth, delivering my little sister when I was still little. My father passed away before I started college,” she told him, “He’d been fishing, and fell down a slope trying to hike into a stream near Kalkaska. He broke both legs, and unfortunately, he did not have anyone with him.”

“I’m sorry, Jenny” Michael said. “No one should have to go through that alone.”

“He enjoyed the solitude of “working” a stream, and trying to outwit a creature with a brain so much smaller than his. He said it was humbling,” She sniffed, the tears flowing freely. “They said that he died from exposure after an early snowstorm hit, and he had no shelter.”

As she paused to regain her composure, Michael held her hand to show his sympathy, which she seemed to appreciate.

“So you’ve had no one to teach you about…personal, um, female things?” He looked into her eyes.

She shook her head. “A year ago I received my bachelor’s degree in elementary education, and I currently work as a substitute teacher in Wayne County. I’ve been trying to save money to complete my transition, but, as you know, teaching is not the most lucrative profession. Janet and I put in the ad, almost as a joke, but I’m very serious about what I am doing.”

“You probably heard about my parents on the news. My mother and father flew his private plane to New York to see the Macy’s Parade, which Mother had always wanted to see. The last time I spoke to them, she said…she said she had finally found the perfect Christmas gift for me.” He choked back his emotions, determined to keep his self control, but it was hard. “They disappeared from Radar somewhere over Lake Erie. The winter weather has prevented a full search and recovery of their remains, but the wreckage that has been found confirms their deaths.”

“Yeah, I had heard about that. How awful, to lose them both so suddenly. They always seemed so happy when I saw them on the news. They did a great deal of good for the city.”

“ Yeah, I think we really were a happy bunch. Dad loved his family, and he spent many hours with me, working on his cars.”

The waitress arrived with water, and they both ordered sodas. The menus remained, so far, untouched.

“I’m sorry; I’m not familiar with anything about a car collection.”

“Oh, that’s not surprising; he never actually bothered to show anyone. They’re not really classics or anything, at least not yet. He bought cars and trucks that just caught his eye. Some of them have only been driven a few times, but most of them were his toys, and he drove whichever one struck his fancy that day.”

“Oh, so it’s not like something that a museum would appreciate.”

“No, although there are collectors who would probably enjoy a walk through my dad’s stuff. Dad was too plain and kind of a square. Museums usually collect sports cars and classics. My dad collected Station Wagons and Jeep Cherokees. I’m driving his last purchase, my mother’s Porsche Cayenne Turbo. I like the all wheel drive, and I prefer Porsches. My personal car is a Porsche 911, and it isn’t very practical for Michigan winters.”

“Your dad would have liked my car, I think. I drive an ‘86 AMC Eagle Wagon, with all wheel drive. It needs a little help, but it is very reliable.”

Michael laughed. “Yeah, it sounds like a Bob Tallon special, all right. There may even be one in the collection!”

“Maybe we could look someday?” She had a concerned look, as she decided to get down to business. “Michael, I think you are a very handsome and very pleasant person. I have to ask though, why would you be interested in someone like me? I just want to be sure this isn’t some kind of joke for you. I sincerely want to transition, but more important to me is that I want to find someone I can love, and who will love me.” She looked at her lap, and shyly continued. “I think you’re wonderful, and I have a hard time believing someone like you would want someone like me.”

Michael thought about it for a minute, looking for the right words. He felt tingles go up his spine when she said she thought he was wonderful.

“Jenny, I’ve had many women come into my life. Most of them would have never even looked at me except for my money. Several of my relationships became very public and embarrassing disasters. I became a cynical person, and have not dated recently. I saw your ad, and something in it reached out to me. It doesn’t matter to me that you have an unusual history. I have to tell you that I am infertile, thanks to a childhood disease. I can never have kids, except through adoption. After your surgery, you’d be as much a woman as I could ever need. This is just one of the reasons I am comfortable with the possibility of a relationship.”

He looked at her, hoping that she could understand how he felt.

“I guess that it was hard for you to answer when I called to respond, right?”

“I‘ll admit to having…second thoughts,” she blushed.

”But, in the end you did talk to me. You have courage, which is important to me. You’re willing to make sacrifices to achieve a goal that is important to you. This is also important to me, as I sometimes make tough choices in my business life. Finally, you’re modest, polite, and a pleasure to speak with. I need to be able to work with many different people, and this requires a level of personal grace, something you’ve already demonstrated.

She laughed. “I’m really not all that amazing, Michael!”

“But you are, Jenny!” He sat back into his chair. “If nothing else, I agree to fund your transition.”

He saw her catch her breath.

“We can work on trying to build a relationship as you progress. Perhaps we’ll find that we are not as compatible as I believe we are, and that is as it may be. Regardless, I’m not “buying” you with my help. No matter how our relationship goes, the surgeries will be paid in full.”

“We’ve only just met, I …”She shook her head in amazement, struggling to find words.

He blushed.“It sounds terribly rude, but honestly, Jenny, I’ve got the money. I wanted to know that you were serious, and committed to this. I see you are, and you need help. I’m very comfortable doing this much. Right now, I know that I’m attracted to you, primarily because you are so lovely. I believe, though, that we could mean much more to each other, and I just want to know for sure. I’d like to spend more time with you, getting to know you better, and letting you get to know me.”

She nodded in agreement.

“Now the first step, for me, is to perform a background investigation, which, to be honest, is probably in process right now. My friends and relations will not be happy with this relationship, I can guarantee you. I’m sure that they will have found out about the ad by now. They’re very competent, and devoted to protecting me. It will take time, but they will eventually be just as devoted to you, believe me. In the meantime, I apologize in advance for anything they say or do that will be offensive. Don’t worry, they won’t bully or harass you.”

Jenny’s eyes were wide. “I ‘m surprised at your honesty. This is almost too much to believe!”

Michael smiled, took her hands, and looked into her beautiful blue eyes. “Jenny, you should probably know that I can be a bit impulsive, and extremely stubborn, as it will enter into our relationship at some point. I am not unreasonable, though, and I promise, I will always listen to you. Please, I want you to be honest with me, and never be afraid of me. If you think something is wrong, say so, without fear. We’re a team, now, and I‘ll do my best to work with you.”

Her eyes shone with unshed tears, and she smiled that wonderful smile. “Michael, I promise you, I will be honest and upfront with you. I’ll assist your investigation where ever I can, and I have faith that you will not be disappointed. I’ll do my best to never give you cause to regret this. What else do you think we need to do?”

They spent the rest of the afternoon, planning and brainstorming on what issues would most likely arise, and what steps they could take to minimize their problems before they began. They discussed the transition, and what needed to be done, and who would need to be contacted. By the time the afternoon was over, they were each infatuated with the other, but not in love.

Or so they believed.

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Michael dressed and went down to his garage. “Well, it’s time to face the music, I guess.”
He decided to wait before looking through his dad’s cars. He would share that pleasure with Jenny.

Jenny...

The drive into the office seemed shorter, somehow. He had chosen to listen to a more aggressive musical mix, something with more hard rock. It helped build his confidence.. He wasn’t sure how everyone would see his situation, but he felt he was ready for just about anything.

As soon as he walked in the door, Lisa jumped up and hugged him.

“Boss, you can sure pick ‘em!” she exclaimed.

“Oh, I’m guessing you got the background report?” Michael calmly asked, to which she nodded in enthusiasm.

“She’s the real thing, brave, apparently honest to a fault and very intelligent. She had her choice of jobs, and she chose to work in a system where underprivileged and difficult children are the norm. She’s dedicated and hard working, and everyone we’ve interviewed has made it very clear, Michael, she’s an angel!”

“I am very glad you feel that way. I think that she might be the ‘one’.”

“I know.” She smiled,

Michael stared at her.

“Well, that wasn’t the reaction I expected.”

“How long have I worked for you? I’m your best friend. You introduced me to my husband, and I expect you to be my first child’s Godfather. I know how you think. Jenny is a special girl, and I can’t wait to meet her. Are you going to bring her out with us this weekend?”

“I hadn’t planned on it, although we are getting together on Saturday.”

“Give her a call; I don’t think she’s working today. I’d really like to meet her!”

Lisa’s reaction had pleased Michael immensely. She seemed to have totally accepted Jenny as a girl. Her acceptance of Jenny could be extremely helpful in the future and he hoped it could help convince his few other friends to accept Jenny as well.

“I’ll call her as soon as I get in my office, all right? Is there anything important I need to worry about?”

“No, but Randy seemed to be anxious to meet with you.” She said.

“Okay, thanks!” He turned, went to his desk, and immediately called Jenny.

“Hello?”

“Hello Jenny Carter, how are you this morning?”

“Michael! Oh, this is a pleasant surprise.” She giggled. “I see we won’t have one of those ‘Oh, he never calls’ relationships?”

Michael chuckled. “Well actually, when I walked into my office, my best friend and personal assistant told me she had received your background information.”

“Oh, I hope this is good news.”

“Never fear, she thinks you are an angel, in her words. She’s planning an assault on Detroit’s top steakhouses, looking for the absolute best in the city. This is something she does frequently, and involves several of my friends. I’ve been ordered to invite you along, and I think you’d have fun. Friday night, I’ll pick you up, if you’re interested?”

“Planning to show me off, Michael? Of course I’m interested. So, should I just wear something casual?”

“Yeah, nothing fancy. Let your hair down, and be ready to spend an evening with some crazy people.”

They agreed on a time, and she gave him directions to her home. Michael was in a very good mood, and he felt as though he was walking on air as he went out to let Lisa know that Jenny had accepted.

When he opened the door, he saw Lisa and Randy. Randy seemed to be very upset.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“You fucking pervert! What the hell do you think you are doing?’ Randy screamed, red faced.

“Whoa there, big fella! What’s your problem?”

He held up some papers, shaking them angrily. “My problem is this disgusting relationship!”

Relationship? What relationship? “Wait, why did…?”

“When did you become a faggot? Your Dad would have killed you!”

“So, you think you’re my father now? Lisa, call security, please.” Michael did his best to remain calm, hoping to defuse the situation. Inside though, he was very angry, and very concerned that Randy had possession of confidential information.

“Already done, Boss.”

Randy, seemingly out of control, angrily punched Michael, knocking him down. As he turned toward Lisa, Michael quickly swept Randy’s legs out from under him. He twisted, landing on his side, while Michael rolled to his knees and jumped atop Randy, holding him long enough for two Security guards who burst through the door to restrain him.

Michael stood, and gathered himself. He had to make sure he did this right, in order to make the right impression on his cousin.

“Lisa, please note that, for the record, my cousin is not to be allowed access to any corporate accounts or company property. I want the keys to his company car, and I want his phone.”

“You can’t fire me!” Randy shouted, as the two security guards held the big man back. “I own just as much of the company as you do, you faggot!”

“Before my parent’s death, you’d have been right, but now I control sixty two percent of the company. You also violated company policy with this crap.”

“No! You can’t do this, goddammit!” Randy sobbed. “You can’t!”

“You’re wrong on several counts, Cousin. I’m legally required to suspend you, per company policy. You know this; you helped write the damned thing! I’m not firing you, yet. I will demand you take some time to think, and possibly seek treatment for your obvious anger issues.”

“We’ll talk later after you’ve calmed your ass down. During the suspension, your salary will continue. I don’t care if you’re angry with me, that’s within your rights, just keep it to yourself. Bigotry and personal assault aren’t going to be tolerated and, I quote the policy, will be dealt with quickly and severely. Get your friggin’ head on straight. This was just stupid. Lisa, contact our lawyers, please.”

Lisa placed a call to the corporate attorneys and then checked on Michael. He would have a black eye, which would probably be painful. She took a picture for the company records, and Michael returned to his office to sort out the accounting mess he had helped create. Without trying to create any further chaos, he appointed two of Randy’s aides to be interim finance directors, and he established a point of contact between the three of them. Michael knew they were both very competent, and accustomed to working as a team, so he was not concerned. In all honesty, they had probably run many of the day-to-day operations already.

Part of the meeting was to establish the procedures for running a general audit of the accounting and finance department. Michael didn’t believe that Randy was dishonest, but there were some indications of “funny stuff”. This would be a good chance to look for any signs of an improper activity. An impartial audit done by an outside firm should protect everyone.

A much more important question was, how did Randy get a copy of that report?

The phone call just before he went home was a surprise. Lisa told him it was a personal call on the primary line.

“Hello, Michael Tallon here.”

“Michael? Are you alright?”

“Hi, Jenny! I’m okay, what did you hear?”

“Lisa e-mailed me a picture! My god, what happened?”

“I think I’ve gotta have a talk with Lisa. Okay, my cousin got ticked off because I’m dating you. It got a little physical. I suspended him, with pay, and we’ll talk when he cools down. He gave me a black eye, but nothing more than that.”

“I hate to see you fight because of me.”

“I had no choice, Jenny. He attacked me and was turning for Lisa. I only stopped him, and Security took care of things from there. It’s all right, you’ll see. We did talk a little about this possibility last night. As I said, some people are not going to be happy with your history. I was ready for it to happen, so I was able to minimize the problem. Please don’t worry.”

“All right, if you insist.”

“All right, then, I’ll let you go, Jenny. I’m going to go put another icepack on this; maybe it won’t look so bad. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“That’s fine, Michael. Have a good night.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

Michael hung up reluctantly.

Calm down, don’t lose control. You’re letting your emotions go too fast. He told himself. He knew that he could easily ruin things between Jenny and himself if he lost control. Better to take things slow and enjoy this time.

But it was very tempting. . .

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Lisa interrupted him with a message from the accounting office. As he read the audit reports, he could see that there were some transactions that seemed a bit shady, but nothing definite enough to be actionable. Michael decided to be proactive, and made it a policy to have quarterly audits.

Something wasn’t right at Tallon, Inc., and he felt it was important.

He decided to keep his suspicions to himself for now.

“Have you got everything ready for tonight’s expedition?”

“Yeah, I’m really looking forward to tonight. Jenny sounds so sweet!”

“That’s her, all right. Were you able to reach her surgeon’s office yet?”

“They’re checking their figures, and should call me back this morning. It has an A-1 priority, so the two of you should be able to talk about scheduling tonight. I’ll have a page with current available openings printed up for you. Hey, by the way, your eye is looking pretty good!”

“Thanks! I’ll look for that paper, I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.”

Settling into his desk chair, Michael checked his e-mail, and caught up on paperwork. He felt he was actually accomplishing something as he reviewed documents, made notes and in some cases, signed the documents. The morning slipped away without interruption. The pile actually seemed to be shrinking, and Michael was thinking to himself that his hard work should be rewarded with a good lunch, when Lisa opened the door and came into his office. She had a manila envelope with her.

“I think you should see this.”

“What’s up?” he asked, while he took it from her.

“Your cousin is calling for a full board meeting.” Lisa seemed angry, and while Michael read the letter, he began to get angry as well.

“Really. He claims that my parent’s deaths have not been adequately determined, so he believes that I don’t have a majority share. It’s his contention that I am unfit to be CEO, and he wants to put it before the board--what a crock of shit!”

“I’ve already called Mr. Roberts, and he should be here around 1:00.”

“All right, thank you.”

The letter was enough to ruin his day. Randy was his only family anywhere near his age, and Michael felt torn as to how best to deal with this problem. He felt betrayed by his cousin, and unsure of what he should do next.

After lunch, Lisa paged him to let him know that David Roberts, the head of their corporate attorneys, was waiting to speak to him. He went out and shook his friend’s hand. The older gentleman smiled. He was not a large man, and his age was beginning to show, but he was still a very healthy man. As always, he wore a dark gray suit. David had been his father’s friend and attorney, and he had helped Michael in the days after his father’s death.

Michael gave David the letter, and explained what Randy had done.

“But Michael, why would Randy do this? He’s never said anything previously.”

“Well, it seems he objects rather strenuously to the young lady I’m dating.”

“But that seems to be a rather personal matter, Michael. Is she some kind of dangerous terrorist?
A dangerous felon? Perhaps a rogue Avon lady?”

Michael chuckled. “No, David. Jenny used to be a man. Actually, I guess she technically still is -- at least so far.”

“And why does that matter to your cousin?”

Michael smiled at that. “I believe he feels that I have somehow offended God, which he seems to find very personally objectionable.”

“I see. He feels that the board will have some objection to this for some reason. I’m afraid your cousin is in for a bit of a surprise.”

“I thought that I had a majority share, David. Was I wrong?”

“Well, I suppose that legal theory could be debated. Of course you and your parent’s stock had the normal cross proxy, so you can vote their shares without them being declared legally dead. He can still raise a fuss, but we will ultimately prevail--unless he pushes it to court with a jury trial--then all bets are off.”

“Lovely. I suppose that you will need to be prepared to counter his arguments, then. What will you need me to do?”

“I assume that you plan to continue to see the lady in question?”

“Oh, yes, of course. There’s no question of that.”

“It could make things much easier…“

“David, I will never allow my cousin or anyone else to manipulate me. My father would never back down from this sort of threat, and I intend to follow his example.”

“Very well, Michael. There is some risk involved, but I shall respect your wishes.’

“Thank you, David. Would you please keep me in the loop?”

“Of, course I will, Michael.”

Michael clasped his friend’s hand. “Thanks, David. I also have some papers I’d like to have you look into. Something is odd about this, and I just can’t figure it out.”

He gave the envelope to David, who looked quickly at its contents.

“This is the result of an audit. I’ll go over it with a fine tooth comb, but is there anything you noticed in particular?”

“Nothing that stood out, but I’m hoping another set of eyes will see what it is that is making me uneasy.”

“I’ll look it over and get back to you, okay?”

‘Thanks, David, I appreciate it.”

The day seemed to crawl after that, and Lisa repeatedly came in with distractions. Even the delivery of Jenny’s surgical scheduling options failed to completely remove his gloom. Michael could tell that she was trying to cheer him up. At first, he resisted her, but as the day went on, he realized he had to dump the grumpy mood if he was going to have a good time that night.

“Let’s close it up. I want to get ready for tonight, and I really need to get out of here.”

“That’s fine. I think you need to get away from here, and there is nothing that has to be done this afternoon. I wouldn’t mind a little extra time to get pretty, as well.”

“Yeah, like you need it, Lees.”

“Oh, aren’t you just the charmer! Keep it up; she’ll be putty in your hands, Boss.”

“Ewww, why would anybody want that? So hard to clean, you know.”

“You’re a goof-” She laughed “I’ll see you at Roast, then?”

“All right, we’ll start there.”

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Michael drove past the restaurant, looking for a good place to park, and then headed home to change and check the weather forecast. He showered, shaved and did his usual routine before dressing. He didn’t want to be too casual or too formal, so plain brown slacks and a green sweater over a white dress shirt would suffice. He went light on the cologne, some of dad’s stuff he had liked, and he was done. He threw on his leather jacket and went out the door.

It looked like a pleasant evening, so he decided to use his bright red Porsche 911 Targa. He headed north to Royal Oak. The directions to Jenny’s home were fairly simple, and soon he was knocking on her door. A very pretty blonde girl answered it.

“Hi, you must be Michael. Won’t you come in?”

He stepped into the comfortable living room.

“I’m Diane, Jenny’s little sister. She’ll be down in a minute. Would you like something to drink?”

“No, thank you though. Jenny told me that you helped compose the ad that introduced us.”

“I wanted to get her out of her shell, she can be so shy!”

“Well, thank you. I’m very glad you convinced her.”

“Michael?”

Jenny looked very nice. She wore nothing fancy, just a dark blue skirt and a bright blue blouse, dark tights and low heeled pumps. Her hair was down, and she smelled rather spicy. Michael was very pleased.

“Hello, Jenny, you look very nice.”

She blushed and smiled, shyly. “Thank you, you look very nice, yourself.”

He bowed deeply. “Well, thank ya, Ma’am, Ah duns muh best.”

The ladies both laughed.

“Well, Tex, Ah guess we best hit the trail,” Jenny said in her best Texas drawl. Michael helped her to put a coat on, and they went out to his car. She looked suitably impressed.

“I see you brought out the pretty pony for me?”

“I thought it would be appropriate for the evening, and it keeps the drunks out, this time.”

“I take it the last time you ended up the designated driver?”

“Oh yeah, and it cost me quite a few dollars to clean up the mess.”

She giggled at the thought, and then waited as he held open the door for her. She appreciated the heated seat, and waved to her sister as they pulled away.

“She’s going to be so jealous,” Jenny said. “Diane is the family gear head.”

“What does she drive?”

“She has a Fiat X19 in the garage, but for the winter she bought an old Escort for a couple hundred dollars. The Fiat takes a lot of work, and she says it is prone to rust. She won’t even drive it in the rain!”

“My dad called it a “Fix It Again, Tony”. He has a 1977 124 Spyder in the collection that Mom used to drive. I wanted him to buy a Ferrari, but no, not my dad. A 1978 Pinto “Cruising Wagon” was much more his style. He drove that frequently. It’s got a tricked out four cylinder that is much more powerful than normal, but it looks like it did when it left the lot. You should see his Pacer!”

Jenny giggled. “I cannot imagine a multi-millionaire driving a Pacer!”

“Well, that was my dad. Don’t underestimate it, though. A dealer in Arizona sold a kit that let Dad install a 401 AMC V-8 engine into it. He upgraded everything, but it looks almost completely stock. It even uses the original hubcaps, with very rare Goodyear Wingfoot tires, basically street legal Formula 1 rain tires. It is a real beast on the road. The collection has several cars like that. They don’t look like much, but they are awesome to drive.”

“This is nothing like the Bob Tallon I’ve read about over the years. I’ve always had this picture of a happy couple, donating their time and money to good causes around Detroit, or running a huge business with a benevolent hand. People should know he was secretly a hot rodder with a passion for crazy fast cars.”

“It really wasn’t a secret, Jenny. He spent a lot of time in the old days, cruising and racing on Woodward Avenue. There was a guy who helped build his Pacer with him, we called him Uncle Pete. Pete built a Pacer of his own; a big green beast with a supercharger on top of the same kind of V-8 engine and blue tinted windows, with fat tires in the back and brightly polished mag wheels. It was ugly as sin, but it was the terror of Woodward Avenue. Dad thought it was very cool, but he wanted his car to be built his way, very subtle and secretly crazy. Unfortunately, Uncle Pete was killed in his car during a street race.”

“I imagine that there are a lot of stories like that in Detroit. Street racing is a dangerous sport.”

They pulled into the parking lot, and Michael recognized Greg and Lisa’s Corvette. Fortunately, they had left a corner spot open, so he eased the Porsche into it, leaving plenty of room to open the doors. He stepped out and opened Jenny’s door and gave her a gentlemanly hand to help her stand.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Oh, you’re quite welcome, milady!”

“Oh, Michael, you spoil me!”

“I plan to at every opportunity, my dear.”

She smiled, but he felt something wrong.

“Jenny, is there something wrong? “

“It’s probably nothing, honestly.”

“Too much, too fast?”

“I don’t know, really. I guess it’s just too good to be true.”

They walked to the restaurant, her arm in his, and he felt the need to reassure her.

“It’s all right. I’m trying not to let myself go overboard, but I really do like you very much. Honestly, this is just my way. I like to have fun, something my parents taught me. I’d love to say it’s all a pose, trying to make a good impression, but…”

“You’re really a very happy person, and I should just go with the flow?”

“Exactly.” He put his finger under his nose in his best-but-still-awful Groucho Marx impression. “Whatcha see is whatcha get!”

She giggled, then looked concerned. “You do have a serious side, don’t you?”

“Jenny, all too often lately, my serious side seems to be my only side. Tonight, I’ll spend a
few hours with my friends, showing off the beautiful lady on my arm. I’ll save the truly
serious side for later, if you will. I’m very happy tonight, and I hope you are, too.”

“You’re right. I know you’ve had a very stressful day, and I want to help relieve that stress, if I can.”

He turned and looked into her eyes. “You make me feel wonderful. I think I’m falling in love with you, no matter how hard I try to control myself. I apologize if this makes you uncomfortable, but I promised to be honest with you.”

She looked back, into his eyes. “I do love you. It’s ridiculous, I know, but I also promised to be straight forward and honest. As much as I want to take this slow, I don’t see it happening. I truly believe we are meant to be together.”

“I think we’re in trouble.”

“No, I agree with that old saying. ‘Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead’!”

They kissed, passionately.

It was the start.

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“I think we should go inside.” She shivered. “It’s getting colder out here.”

He had to agree; it was becoming bitter. He pulled her in and wrapped his arms around her.

“All right, Jenny, let’s go see what Lisa has come up with this time.”

They walked down the sidewalk, and they could see the sign for the restaurant.

“You make entering the restaurant sound a little ominous. Should I be concerned?”

“Oh, we’ll have a great deal of fun, you’ll see.” He stopped. “There is something you should know, and I hope that you won’t be angry.”

“Oh?”

“Do you remember the background report that Lisa did for me? The people you will meet tonight have read or worked on that report. They all know who you are, and they have accepted you already. You don’t need to be concerned. Does that bother you? I’ll admit, I should’ve brought this up earlier, so if you are angry, it is entirely my fault.”

“I've told you, I am not sensitive about who and what I am.” She cuddled into him. “I feel very safe with you, but it’s good that you are concerned, and you’re forgiven for waiting this long to bring it up!”

“Speaking of who and what you are,” he said, reaching into his jacket. “Lisa gave me this, earlier today.”

He handed her a piece of paper. “It’s a list of available surgery dates. She talked to your Doctor, and these are his suggestions. He told her that you were already aware of what would be involved in the recovery, as we had already discussed.”

“Oh, yes, we had a long discussion about that. Thank you, I’ll compare this to my schedule, and see what would work best.”

She clutched the paper to her, and Michael saw that she had tears in her eyes.

“Are you alright?”

“I am beyond happy, my love.” She kissed him. “My dream is coming true- - - it’s just so wonderful!”

Michael smiled. They reached the door of the restaurant. As they entered, they were met with the sounds of happy people. Lisa was quick to find them.

”You made it! Hi, Jenny, I’m Lisa, Michael’s best friend and . . . Jenny, are you all right?”

Jenny almost pounced on Lisa, hugging her happily.

“Thank you so much! Michael just gave me the surgical schedule you got for me, and I am a bit overwhelmed. I’m very, very happy right now!”

Lisa laughed. “I was glad to do it. You’re so cold- - -did he keep you out there, talking about this?”

“Well . . . Uhm, yeah, we . . .“ he stuttered.

“It’s warm in here, Boss, and we have a reason to celebrate! C’mon, let’s get you a seat!”

They hung their coats and went to join the others. Lisa introduced Jenny to her husband, Greg Jensen. Then she introduced the rest of the group and laid out the rules.

“Now remember,” Lisa said to everyone. ”This is just the first stop! Using the internet, we have narrowed it down to five top candidates. To make it fair, we will order the same three choices at each steakhouse. We’ll all sample the choices, and score them on these cards I’ve made up. There are scores for atmosphere and service, as well as for your opinion of the meal. Oh, and for safety’s sake, there is no alcohol allowed until the last stop! The restaurants are all aware of what we are doing, and some of them have done this with me before for other meals. This is going to be fun, so relax and enjoy it!”

Each time Michael had taken part in one of her restaurant comparisons, he’d been impressed with Lisa’s effort. He knew that the preparation involved in arranging it had been made easier because she did creative things frequently. Obviously, she had some kind of list she followed, as it was always the same arrangement, with different restaurants and different groups of people.

It was also always a great time.

Jenny and Michael went through a great many different steaks that evening, and, as Michael expected, they had a lot of fun.

Of course, he reflected, with Jenny here, I would have fun doing anything.

She and Lisa had quickly become fast friends, and they seemed to have somehow become the co-hostesses of the group.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. She almost sparkles! She seemed to shine with her own light. The intellectual, rational part of his mind said that it was just infatuation, and that he needed to be patient, to see how things went over time. He knew it would be the wisest thing to do. Emotionally, though, he knew that he was falling head over heels, and he liked it a lot.

Every time she smiled at him, touched his hand or shared a part of her steak, he fell more and more in love. It was like a drug. And he was a willing addict.

At one point, Lisa came over to talk to him while Jenny danced with Tim.

“I can tell, she’s so much in love with you. I think you make a great couple. She has that same openness that you do, like she doesn’t have a secret in the world. You two will never be able to surprise each other. You share that special gift, just like your mom and dad.”

That’s exactly how I feel! It’s just like what my parents always told me. He knew he had to talk to Jenny about it.

Jenny and Tim came back to the table, and she immediately went to Michael and hugged him.

“You were right,” she whispered to him. “I am having so much fun!”

He kissed her, and laughed as she blushed. “You are wonderful.”

Lisa snapped a picture with her cell phone. “You two aren’t fooling anyone. Some people are just made for each other, and you two definitely were!”

Greg wrapped his arm around his wife. “Michael, you would be a fool not to marry this lovely lady! She’s just like my Lisa, a very special gift. Don’t take too many chances, tie this one down! She’s your soul-mate!”

Jenny was wrapped around his shoulders, and she kissed his ear. “He’s right you know. I fell in love at first sight, and I’m never going to let you go.”

Michael turned to her, and they looked deep into each other’s eyes. Somehow, he knew this was right. He stood, and then dropped to one knee.

“Jenny Carter, will you marry me?”

Everyone was suddenly quiet, and it almost seemed like an eternity to him, before she squealed and fell into his arms.

“Of course I will!”

Lisa ran to them, and pulled Jenny into a huge hug. They began to talk to each other in hyper talk, so fast that Michael couldn’t keep up.

“Congratulations, that was such a . . . “

“Surprise, I know! He’s so . . . “

“Wonderful, yeah, he can be so . . .”

“So perfect! I love him so much!”

Greg laughed,loudly, which made everyone look. “You two are like twins! Michael, I am so jealous!”

“Jealous? Why’s that?” Lisa asked.

“Because it’s obvious you both love him! “ He laughed. “Just remember, sweetheart, you’re coming home with me!”

Lisa and Jenny looked at each other for a minute, and then began to laugh.

“I think he’s right!” Jenny said. “You’ve been Michael’s best friend forever! You’ll be a bridesmaid, won’t you?"

“She can’t!” Michael shouted. “She has to be my best . . . uh . . . man?”

“Of course I am!” Lisa said, as she strutted around. “I always have been!”

Everyone at the table laughed as Michael hugged Lisa. The guys all stood and shook Michael’s hand, while the
women joined Lisa and Jenny. There were hugs and handshakes and tears.

Eventually everyone sat down again. Jenny sat on Michael’s lap, with her arms around his neck and her lips on his.

“Alright, you two, get a room!” Someone hollered, to everyone’s laughter.

“Not just yet,” Jenny said, blushing. “I still have some things that need to be taken care of.”

“But it won’t be long after that, Honey.” Michael said, smiling, and hugged her again. “I promise to be there with you, every step of the way.”

“I know.” She looked at him with love. “Oh, is Janet in for a surprise when I get home!”

Michael laughed. “She said she got you to put in the ad because she wanted to get out of your shell. I think it worked a little better than she thought!”

Everyone laughed.

Linda looked at Jenny.

“So, when is the big day? Any ideas?”

Jenny looked at Michael. “We’ll have to wait until after the recovery, which would be oh, sometime in May, I believe.”

“What do you think, Jenny? “ Lisa asked. “Do you want to be a June bride? School would be done for the summer, I think, and things should be quiet at Tallon.”

She nodded, the tears starting again.

Michael kissed his fiancée.“Okay, that’s settled. We’ll check our schedules for the exact date, but it’s in June!”

Jenny had her head on his shoulder. He grabbed a napkin so she could wipe her eyes.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy!” She said quietly into his ear. “I love you so much!”

“I hope to make you much happier in June, my love.”

Her tears were going to make his shirt wet, he thought. I love her with all of my heart. This feels so right!

Lisa decided to change the subject.

“Okay,does everyone have their cards done? When you’re ready, the future Mre. Tallon volunteered to tabulate the votes and see what we decided!”

There was a flurry of activity, and Lisa had a short talk with Jenny, who had a quick whisper with Michael, then nodded happily.

“Ladies and Gentlemen!” Lisa announced. “The votes are in! Jenny; would you please read the winner?”

“Oh, it was, well, okay maybe not so close, with Roast coming in second, but the winner is the Coach Insignia!”

“And for coming in first as our choice of the best steakhouse in Detroit, Greg and I have decided to host the rehearsal dinner at the Coach Insignia!”

Michael and Jenny smiled. Now, if they could only find a way to speed up the calendar!

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Michael and Jenny had not been drinking, but they felt very giddy. They were both so happy.

“I don’t want to take you home yet,” Michael told her. “Part of me doesn’t want to ever let you go.”

“I know, I feel very much the same.”

“I’m not sure I can take you home, anyway”

“What? What’s the matter?”

“I drive a stick shift, and you haven’t let go of my hand for the last hour.”

She giggled. “You can’t use your feet?”

They both laughed.

The walk to the car was cold enough to be sobering, but they hardly noticed. Jenny seemed to be dancing as they walked.

“I never want this to end!”

“Your sister would be worried about you, love.”

“That’s why they make cell phones, sweetheart.”

“Where would you like to go, Milady? We have almost two whole days until we have to deal with reality again, and a Porsche with plenty of gas. Would you like to visit the house in Florida? Perhaps just a good night’s rest at my place?”

“I . . . Michael, I’m not . . . “

“Don’t worry. I don’t think we can do much until after the surgery. I have a house with many rooms. If it makes you uncomfortable, you could take your choice. I want to spend more time with you, my love.”

“I want to be with you so much!” She leaned against his shoulder. “We need to stop at a Wal-Mart, though. I obviously did not bring anything to sleep in!”

“Never fear, sweetheart. You look to be my Mother’s size, at least as far as a nightgown and a robe, if that would suit you.”

“Oh! I hadn’t thought of that!” She looked at him in surprise. “I suppose she wouldn’t mind, after all.”

“I certainly don’t wear them, so you might as well. In four months, you’ll be Mrs. Tallon, so it would be yours, anyway.”

She smiled and began to cry again. “This has to be a dream. I just can’t believe that it is real, do you know what I mean?”

Michael smiled and wiped away a tear from her eye. “It is real, and I know how you feel. It is kind of sudden, but I don’t regret any part of it.”

They reached the car, and Michael opened the door and helped Jenny to get comfortable. He closed the door and went around, getting in the car and starting it up. The leather seats were very cold, and he turned on the heaters. By the time he pulled out of the garage, the heated seats made it feel much warmer.

Jenny texted her sister, then put the phone away.

“So, my love, do I take you to Royal Oak, or would you like to come to my house?”

“Oh, Michael, I don’t want to leave you! Let’s go to your house.”

“Your wish is my command, my most wonderful lady!”

“Oh good, we’re off to a good start, then.” She giggled.

“Oh ho, so that’s how it is, eh? I think I’m in trouble!”

“Oh, really?”

“I’m very much in trouble; I am totally enamored with one of the most beautiful, wonderful women in Detroit. You’ve cast a spell over me, my dear, and I’ll never be the same.”

“Yeah, well, just watch it, bub. I hear we had a shortage of frogs last summer - - -perhaps one more wouldn’t hurt.”

Michael laughed. He liked the way her sense of humor matched his. He felt that they would never become the typical boring married couple. He was very satisfied that she was the right one.

It didn’t take long before they were at the house. He pushed the button and the garage door opened to admit them, then closed, and the heaters came on in the garage.

They parked next to the Cayenne. There were no other cars in the garage, and Michael explained that most of his father’s collection was in a warehouse that was separate from the house, as a safety precaution.

“Milady, welcome to your future home.” He held the door for her. The first room they came to was a utility room. They left their coats here, and then proceeded into the house.

“Since my parents passed away, I really only use a few rooms. I don’t have any servants, but I do have a maid service that comes in three times a week to keep the place clean. My mother would never forgive me if things became dusty in here. Would you like something to drink? I have coffee, tea, hot chocolate, or perhaps a cold soda or fruit juice?”

“Fruit juice? Might you have a cranberry juice in there?”

“Certainly, it’s one of my favorites!”

“This kitchen is wonderful, Michael. Do you cook?”

“Mom taught me to cook when I was a child; she was never a typical ‘housewife’ sort of person. She had nine older brothers, and she was very much the tomboy as a child. The idea of ‘women’s work’ was not a part of her reality. I cooked, cleaned, did the laundry, as a matter of course. I didn’t know that it was unusual until some of my friends came over when I was in fifth grade.”

“Your mother was a very special person. I envy you.” He could see her eyes glisten with unshed tears. He had forgotten - - -she didn’t really even know her own mother. He felt like a fool, and went to hold her.

“It’s all right, love, I . . . I barely even remember her. My father loved us very much, and he did his best.”

“There was no one else? No aunts . . . or perhaps a grandmother?”

“No, my parents married late in life, and neither one had any siblings. I may have met my father’s mother, but it is a very distant memory.”

“Well, I have all four grand-parents, and they will love you. In fact, if you would like, I can introduce you to my Grandma Tina and Grandpa Joe tomorrow. They live in Lansing, only a couple hours’ drive from here.”

“Really? Would they be okay with me?”

“They‘ll love you! Trust me; you will be smothered by Grandma Tina! I will call them in the morning, and arrange everything.”

“I’m really rather nervous, to tell you the truth.”

“Jenny, there is nothing to be afraid of. I would never allow you to be hurt or embarrassed.”

“Okay, I trust you, Michael. I would love to meet your grandparents.”

They went into the large living room, and sat ona very cofortable sofa in front of a fireplace, which was soon roaring with a comfortable fire. They talked about plans for their wedding, and their dreams for the future. Michael took her to his parent’s room so that she could find a nightgown. She came out a few minutes later in a very white and very sexy satin gown. She looked almost like a bride. It was perhaps a little long on her, but it looked beautiful.

Michael offered her his parents’ bedroom, but she demurely asked if it would be possible for her to be with him.

“I’m not a homosexual, Michael. I want to be loved as a woman. I’ll have the surgery as soon as I can, but I still want to cuddle with you, if you don’t mind. I just want to be loved and to love you-I don’t want to be apart from you.”

“I can agree to that. I feel the same way you do, and I would dearly love to wake up to your face in the morning. I think we should use the master bedroom, with its king-sized bed. We need to establish the fact that this is our bedroom from now on. Let’s go to bed. I have some things I want to show you.

“Hey, you promised!”

He laughed. “Come to bed, sweetheart. That wasn’t what I meant!”

He took her hand, and they walked back to their room. As they got into bed, Michael pushed a button. A large screen TV dropped from the ceiling. There was a DVD player by the nightstand, and Michael removed the disc that was in it.

“What were you watching, sweetie? A little ‘erotic entertainment’?”

He smiled. “No, this is how my dad stored the family videos. I was watching Mom and Dad, looking at old memories.”

Jenny had tears in her eyes. “Oh Michael, I’m so sorry. It must still be so fresh in your mind.”

“It’s all right. Do you know what my biggest regret is?”

“No, tell me.”

“That they will never get the chance to meet you. My mom would have loved you s-so much.”

Now he was the one crying, and Jenny held him, rocking back and forth as they sobbed. In the end, they comforted each other by watching an old movie, “Pillow Talk” with Rock Hudson and Doris Day. It was a comedy, and they fell asleep before it was over. When the disc ended, the machine automatically shut off, the screen retracted, and it was quiet, except for their breathing.

They woke up late in the morning, and Michael called his grandparents, telling them he wanted them to meet his girlfriend. They were delighted and welcomed them with open arms. They told them the truth about Jenny, and about her gender issues. There were questions, and frank discussion about their situation. Michael bought lunch, and when he told them he had proposed, Grandma Tina absolutely smothered Jenny in a huge hug, just as Michael had said. Grandpa Joe smiled and shook Michael’s hand. It was wonderful.

On their way home, Jenny was excited.

“You were so right! I was afraid that they wouldn’t accept me, but I felt so loved!”

“Now you have to meet my dad’s parents. They are Tallons, and very crazy, just like my Dad. They live in Porterville, California, not far from Bakersfield. The next time we have a three day weekend, would you like to fly out and meet them? Oh, you might be in recovery then. We’ll see how things go. We’ll definitely have to find a way to see them before the wedding, though.

“I’m looking forward to getting home. I’ve texted Diane, and she says she’ll be home all day with homework. I want to surprise her with our news. Would you come in with me, though?”

“Of course I will. I do have to make a quick pick up at the Mall though, all right?”

“What girl doesn’t like to shop?” she asked, smiling.

“I just need to pick up something. It shouldn’t take long.”

They pulled into the parking lot and walked into the mall. Michael was very proud to be seen with such a beautiful woman, and he couldn’t wait to get to the store he wanted. When they got to the jewelry store, Jenny guessed what he was doing, and looked at him in shock. He just beamed and led her to the engagement rings. Twenty minutes later they left with a beautiful and very expensive ring on her finger.

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“My sister is not going to believe this.” She looked down at her ring. It was so beautiful, but it was more than just the ring. It was the promise that she truly valued.

“Sometimes I don’t even believe this!” Michael said, chuckling.

“I know! It’s so sudden, but it feels so–right! I know that I was meant to be yours, your wife. It’s like I’ve known it since we first met. How can I feel so sure about this?”

“I don’t know, hon, but I feel it, too.”

Jenny smiled at that, and relaxed in the comfortable seat.

“Maybe we are going too fast. All I know is that you make me feel like I’ve never felt before. You’re fun to be with, you accept me for who I am, and who I want to be, and you face life head on and honestly. You’re truly the man of my dreams, and I’m so afraid that I’ll wake up from this wonderful dream.”

”It’s not a dream, Jenny. I’m so in love with you that I want to post your picture on a bulletin board, just so I can go past and see you looking at me every morning.”

She giggled. “I love you, too.”

“I never want to let you go. Do you really want to stay with your sister, or do you want to come home with me?”

“More than anything, I want to go home with you! I want to be with you always, but Diane might need me to stay with her, so I may have to help her.”

They pulled into her driveway, and once again Michael opened her door and offered his hand. Jenny stood and kissed him soundly.

“This is going to be such fun!” She said, as she stuck her arm in his.

“You’re easy to please, sweetheart.”

“Lucky for you, eh?” They both laughed. As they began to climb the stairs, Jenny’s sister opened the door.

“So, young lady,” Diane said in mock seriousness. “What do you mean coming in this late?”

With her lower lip stuck out and her best “puppy dog” expression on her face, Jenny walked up to her sister.
“Sorry, Mother!”

“Well? What were you-Holy crap, girl! That’s some ring!”

Jenny giggled and blushed as she held out her hand to stare at the ring again. “I know! I couldn’t believe it! I tried to tell him it was the thought that counts, but he said that this should say what he thought of me!”

Diane reached up and kissed Michael on the cheek. “Thank you for making my big sister so happy!”

Michael blushed. “I’ll always try to make my lady happy.”

“And I promise to always do my best to do the same, my love.” She kissed him, again. She turned back to her sister. “Diane, we plan to get married sometime in June, depending on our schedules. I also have a list of available dates for my surgery, and the doctors need to know our plans.”

“Let’s go in and see what the future looks like.”Diane suggested as she shivered. “It’s pretty cold out here.”

“I don’t know,” Michael said, as he cuddled up to Jenny. “I feel quite comfortable.”

Jenny seemed to agree.

“Well, I am freezing my cute little bottom off!” She smiled. “Get in here!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Michael said, laughing.

They hung their coats and went in to the living room. Jenny turned to Michael.

“Excuse me, honey; I need to go change, okay? I’ll be right back.”

“What are you going to change into?”

“Your wife . . . eventually.” She smiled, and kissed him. “Honey, I’ve been in these clothes too long, and I want to get cleaned up. Diane will take care of you, okay?”

“Are you sure? She seems so . . . mean, ya know? Does she bite?” He looked around the corner, smiling.

“Hey, I heard that! And yes, I do!”

Jenny giggled.

“Gulp! Hurry back, you might need to save me!” He kissed her quickly and headed into the living room.

“You’re a big, lovable troublemaker,” Diane said, with a smile. “We’ll get along just fine!”

He chuckled. “Speaking of getting along, I’ve just had an idea. If you aren’t too busy, would you like to come out to my place tomorrow? My father had a large collection of cars and trucks, and Jenny gave me the impression you might be interested in seeing them. I’d also like to get to know my future sister-in-law better.”

She smiled at that. “A bunch of fancy exotic cars, huh? Okay, I’m not doing anything except the last of my homework, and I can do that tonight. Sure, I’d love to!”

“I hate to disappoint you, but my dad collected much less unusual vehicles. There are very few sports cars in the collection.”

“Now you’ve got my interest! I wouldn’t miss it!”

“Great! I have to see what Jenny’s plans are for tonight, so we’ll have to talk to her, okay?”

“Her plans are going to be spending time with you! It’s pretty easy to see that you two are meant for each other in a way I can dream of.”

Sure enough, when Jenny came down, she held a suitcase in front of her.

“Michael, would it bother you if I stayed with you?”

“Bother me? You can always stay at our house, my love.”

“Our house? Do you really mean that?” She looked completely shocked.

“Sweetheart, you’re my fiancée. As far as I am concerned, you could move in anytime. I love you, with all of my heart. Why would I want you to be anywhere else?”

She rushed into his arms. “I don’t deserve anyone as wonderful as you. You’re beyond perfect. I love you so much! I promise, I’ll try to be the best wife that ever was!”

“I just want you to be the best Jenny Tallon there ever was. Everything else will happen as it happens, love.”

“Are you sure you’re an only child? Have you ever considered cloning?” Diane asked.

Jenny held Michael, possessively. “Sorry, sis. Remember two things. One of a kind, and MINE!”

“You’re just a poop, and you never learned how to share, sis.”

“Well, that’s true, I guess.” She stuck her tongue out at her sister, who returned the gesture. Soon they were both giggling like little girls, while Michael chuckled at the fun they were having. How could anyone doubt that Jenny was a woman?

They settled in at the computer. Jenny logged on, while Diane and Michael pulled up chairs from around the table.

“I’ll have to see if I can get a leave of absence. According to my Doctor, I could possibly return to work in 2 weeks, but more likely 3 weeks after surgery. He recommends no sex for at least 6 weeks after surgery. If we want to get married in June, I should have the surgery in mid to late April. Check the list for me Di. What dates are available in April?”

“He had several at the time he made this list, hon.” Diane compared the list to a calendar. “I know you want to be available as long as possible. . . I think you are looking at the last week in April, about 2 months away.”

“All right. At the very latest, I’d like to have the surgery before the tenth of May. If it is that late, the wedding would probably be at the end of June, is that cutting it too close?” The more she thought about it, the more agitated she became. “What if there are complications? Maybe we should plan on the surgery in early April, just in case.”

“How well do you get along with your supervisors?” Michael asked, hoping to calm her. “Do you have someone you get along with particularly well? How badly are they likely to need you? How important are you to them?”

Jenny did relax as she considered his questions. “I get along with everyone just fine, and I think what I should do is talk to my immediate supervisor, and have her verify that my leave would not be a problem. I’m only a first year substitute, so I’m not really very valuable to them, yet.”

“All right, so I think you should talk to your supervisor Monday, and see how he or she reacts. We can start to make plans then. Now, about tomorrow. . . “

“Tomorrow?” Jenny asked. “What’s going on tomorrow?”

“I hope you don’t mind, but I invited Diane over to see the collection, and the house. I thought you might enjoy showing off our home.”

“You make that sound so wonderful! Of course I don’t mind! It could be great fun; I haven’t seen the collection, either. We’ll make a picnic out of it, okay?”

“You want a picnic, in the warehouse. Right, as you wish, Milady.” He made a showy bow.

The ladies giggled. Michael agreed to pick up Diane in the morning, in his Porsche 911. She had never ridden in one before, and was very excited.

Michael put Jenny’s bag in the “trunk” of his car, and then opened the door for her. She gave Diane a kiss, then gracefully got into the car and buckled herself in. Jenny was so excited that the trip to her new “home” passed very quickly.

When they arrived home, Jenny asked Michael where she could put her clothes. They spent a pleasant hour clearing some of the drawers for her and packing some of Michael’s mother’s clothes, then built a fire in the huge fireplace and sat down to relax. He noticed that there was a message on the answering machine. He hit the button, and heard his lawyer, Dave Roberts.

“Michael, a board meeting has been suddenly arranged for Monday afternoon. I’ll be ready for it, but you need to be mentally prepared. Be calm; do not fall for any provocations. I’m sure he will try to antagonize you, but do not respond! Let me handle things, all right? I’ll talk to you Monday morning, have a good weekend.”

“Are you all right?” Jenny asked.

“Yes, this is nothing. I have faith in David, and I know that this will work out.” He smiled, and cuddled up to her. “Hey, sweetie, you wanna neck?”

“No thanks, I’ve got one!” She giggled, and then began to laugh as he tickled her. It quickly became more intimate, and they kissed and hugged each other for some time.

“I want to . . . oh, Michael . . . I . . . I love you, so much! “

“I love you too, but we can’t, yet. I promise, my love, I will love you with all my heart and more, but we have to wait, sweetie.”

“I know,” she said, smiling, but with tears in her eyes. She flopped back on the sofa. “I just can’t believe it! I feel like Cinderella, and my handsome prince is so amazing! It’s almost too good to be true, and-“

He suddenly leaned over and kissed her, with all of his passion. “It’s real, my love. I give you my heart, and all that I am. I love you like no one before. You’re mine, I’m yours, and everything is right for us. I will marry you, and you, my lady, will be my love forever more!”
She looked at him lovingly, her bright blue eyes shining with tears, and he was overcome. He kissed her again, and they knew it would be forever.

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The next morning, Michael showed up at 8AM to pick up Diane. He held open the door for her, and she quickly buckled her seat belt as he walked around and climbed in.

“This is very nice! I love the heated seat!”

Michael chuckled. “If they weren’t heated, I would never have bought the leather seat option. Brrr! Just the thought makes my butt cold!”

Diane giggled. “You’re not like I had imagined you at all. I really thought you would be more stuffy and formal.”

“Oh, I leave him in the closet on weekends.”

Diane laughed.

“You’ve got to remember, I’m just a little older than your sister." Michael said. "I’ve had to do a little bit of growing up since my parents’ plane went down, but being around pretty girls brings out my good side.”

“I can see how that could happen,” she said, pleased that he had called her pretty. Jenny was gorgeous, and the way he grouped the two of them together felt nice.

“Your sister has made me feel good again, Diane. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her. Part of that goes for you, too, my future sister-in —law. If there is anything I can do for you, just ask. I will always do my best to help you.”

“I like that,” Diane admitted. “Unless you know of a part time job, I’m really doing quite well.”

“What do you do?”

“Lately, it’s just school. I want to get my MBA, eventually. That’s still years away. I was working for a temp agency, doing secretarial and receptionist work, but there are so many people out of work, it can be hard to get an assignment that lets me go to school.”

“What’s your GPA?”

“As of now, I think it’s a 3.8 something.”

“That’s damn good, if you’ll pardon my language!”

“Jenny and I have always done very well in school.”

“I knew about Jenny, but I have to admit, I am impressed! Let me do some talking tomorrow. I can’t promise anything, but I’ll do my best!”

“Jenny’s right, you are pretty wonderful.”

“Naah, I just clean up nice. Here we are.” He pulled into the garage and closed the door. The heaters kicked on as soon as the door had fully closed.

“This place is freaking huge!”

“Well, this is just the attached garage. Oh, you meant the house!”

She laughed.

“We’ll need to go out to the warehouse to see the collection. I turned the heat on out there before I left this morning-It is normally off over the weekend. I have two guys who take care of the cars, starting them, keeping them running and such. They only work on Tuesday’s and Thursdays, as they are both retired. I really need to get someone to train with them in case anything should happen.”

“Would you consider a girl?”

“Of course, why would that be a consideration?”

“I think I’d love to try it, if that would be okay?”

“If that is what you want, of course I would be interested. To tell you the truth, I was going to talk to my assistant about creating an internship for you at Tallon, Inc. I am very interested in an MBA candidate with excellent grades!”

“Wow! From nothing to two interesting opportunities in one car trip.” She looked thoughtful. “Do you think I could do both?”

Michael looked surprised. “I truly hadn’t thought about that. I would worry about overloading you. When you can, give me your class schedule, and we’ll talk about it. I’ll see if my executive assistant, Lisa is available, to get her thoughts as well.”

“What in the world is taking you two so long? Your breakfast is getting colder!” Jenny stepped out to hug her sister and gave her fiancée a quick kiss.

They stepped inside, and Michael was surprised. Jenny had been busy, and the kitchen felt “alive”, in a way that it had not since his parents’ passing. There were eggs, bacon and pancakes on the table, along with a jug of orange juice and another of milk. It looked and smelled delicious!

He turned to kiss Jenny, and she kissed him deeply in return.

“Get a room!” Diane said, laughing.

“I . . . have a home,” Michael said, in an exaggerated way that made the ladies laugh. “It hasn’t felt like one for some time, but today, it is wonderful.”

“Are you going to do the ‘little homemaker’ thing, Jenny?”

“As a matter of fact, I don’t plan to, Sis. I have a career, but I thought I’d spoil you two this morning.”

She sat down with a cup of coffee.

“However, understanding that this is going to be a very busy household, I did want to discuss getting a housekeeper, at least part time. This is something that I’ve been thinking about, but I realize that it is very much your decision, Michael.”

“No, sweetie, this is OUR decision. I have no objections to it, though. I do want to make a suggestion, however.”

“Of course, honey. “

“There is an old house in the back that was formerly the servant’s quarters. It’s a very nice little place, and I’m thinking that Diane could move in there, and you two could sell the house in Royal Oak. That way you would both have the privacy you need, but still be close. “

“What a wonderful idea!” Jenny said, as she hugged Michael. Diane immediately wanted to go look at the house.

“How about this.” Michael said. “We’ll bundle up, go look at the house, and then walk on back to the warehouse from there.”

“I’ve got lunch and a blanket packed, so we can relax in the warehouse.” Jenny said.

“Great! Now you need to understand, the servant’s house is closed up, and has no heat. It’ll take a while to get everything turned back on, but you can get an idea of what it is like.”

They walked out to the driveway and proceeded back to the small but cozy little house. As they walked around inside, Diane became very excited.

“Oh, this is so perfect! It’s just the right size for me, and it’s actually closer to school than I was before! This would work out quite well!”

It took a real effort to drag her away to the warehouse, but in the end, it was just too cold to stay in the little house for long. With the promise of warmth, Michael led them to a long brick building with many skylights. They went in and to everyone’s relief, it was comfortably warm inside. There were several cars, and Diane made her way down the row with a happy expression, always talking to the cars as though they were people.

“Oh, look at you! Such a beautiful lady! I can tell you are very special girl,” she said as she stroked an old Willys. It was purple with green flames and a straight axle front suspension that was lifted a bit. The sides had a green and blue logo that declared the car was the “Ballbreaker”.

“Uhm, Jenny, I didn’t realize your sister was a little . . .”

“It’s okay; we all know she’s crazy. She has always loved cars and trucks, even boats and snowmobiles. If it has a motor, she is in love.”

“This could take a while, then. I’m glad you brought food!”

Michael knew he would have enjoyed going through the collection with Jenny, but listening to Diane made it so much more fun. She was just naturally funny, and she made several insightful comments that showed him she really was a car nut. Jenny was really impressed when they found a 1988 AMC Eagle station wagon, similar to hers, and then they found a very rare 1981 Sundancer, an Eagle convertible, and a 1981 Eagle SX4, a small coupe.

Diane was surprised. She hadn’t thought anyone enjoyed the AMC cars. Michael assured her there were several more, as his father had been quite fond of the brand.

“Wait until you see the Pacer.” He had always loved the odd black car, one of his father’s most treasured vehicles. When she saw it, she had to hear it run. It rumbled with muffled menace, and was very intimidating. Michael promised her a chance to actually drive it when the weather improved.

They feasted on a re-warmed bucket of the Colonel’s best fried chicken, biscuits and an assortment of sides. After cleaning up, they headed back to the house and watched some TV by the big fireplace. Jenny sat on the couch with Michael, holding his hand. Diane curled into a large, comfortable recliner and looked around.

“This is such a beautiful place, Michael,” Diane said.

“You have no idea how much more beautiful it is with the two of you here.” He kissed Jenny then turned to Diane. “This place just feels so much more like home, now. I’d really like it if the two of you would seriously consider moving in here with me. Until the little hose is ready house is ready, Diane, there are a great many guest bedrooms here in the main house. You could stay here until spring, and we could open up your place then, if that’s okay with you?”

“Hmm. I can stay by myself in a decent, suburban house, or live in a mansion with my big sister and her fiancée. Wow, tough choice. How about both? We’ll need to get a truck to move out of the old place, and we could take our time, packing and getting ready then.”

“Or I could hire some movers to take care of all that for you,” Michael suggested.

“The only problem with that, Michael, is that there are things we would want to keep separate, special pictures and mementos that we would want to have with us,” Jenny said.

“Well, how about a mix. You go through, pack up clothing and the things you treasure, then we’ll rent a small truck to move that stuff here. Once you are done, we hire movers to get the big stuff and put it in the warehouse, and you could put your place on the market. You don’t need to rush anything, so you could take your time and make sure everything is taken care of.”

“I would want to have everything done before I have my surgery, though.” Jenny said, thoughtfully. “I don’t want to worry about anything like that while I recover.

”Of course not,” Michael agreed. “I don’t want you to worry about it at all.”

“It really wouldn’t take that long to move our personal stuff,” Diane added. “We could do it a bit at a time, forget the small truck, throw our stuff in your Eagle, and by the end of the month, let the movers come in.”

“However you want to do it is fine with me. I just like the idea of having the two of you around. This is so much better than being alone.”

“Michael, you are never really going to be alone again, sweetheart.” Jenny cuddled up even closer to him, and gave him a hug.

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To be continued...

Copyright 2010 by Wren Phoenix

Monday mornings were frequently less than pleasant, even for people like Michael, who really enjoyed his work. It was so tempting to lie in bed and cuddle with Jenny, but he had never learned the habit of being lazy. He gave her a quick kiss, then dressed and got ready for an interesting day.

“Good morning, Sweetheart,” she said as she woke, stretching. It did wonderful things to her breasts, and he was very tempted. She noticed, and quickly covered them, giggling. “You’re naughty!”

“Oh, if I only had the time, my love! I’ll leave the keys to the Cayenne on the table for you. I know you need to talk to your Boss, and I filled it up Friday night, so you can go wherever without worry. If you decide to go to California, call me, I’ll make it a business trip.”

“But what if we don’t want you along?”

“I would think you’d miss my devilishly handsome face, my chiseled body and my plastic credit card!”

“Well, maybe the card!” She laughed as she flung herself into his arms. “Oh, I’ll miss you, but only until Dinnertime. Have a good day, good luck at your meeting.”

“I love you,” he said, kissing her before he hurried out to his sports car.

He passed his PDA to Lisa when he arrived at the office. She seemed quite perturbed.

“There has been a change in the schedule, and a board meeting has been called for this afternoon.”

“Thanks, David left me a message on my answering machine. My cousin is playing games, hoping to find me unprepared. I have a few surprises for him, though.”

The morning passed fairly uneventfully. Michael did bring up the subject of an internship for Diane, and Lisa asked if she could be allowed to train her as an interim assistant for Michael. After a quick call with Erin Holly, the Human Resources manager, the internship was approved. Michael was glad to make a call to his home.

“Hello, Jenny?”

“No, sorry, it’s Diane. Jenny was called in to work today.”

“That’s okay; I really wanted to talk to you, little Sister. Would your schedule allow you to come here to work tomorrow morning?”

“Really? Yes, of course, but I have classes later in the afternoon.”

“I will sort all of that this evening, depending on how long this meeting takes. I’ll call when I’m on my way, all right?”

“Sure, Mike! See you tonight!”

She hung up before he could correct her.

You know what? He thought to himself. For her, it’s all right.

He was really starting to enjoy having a sister-in-law. He had always been an only child, and he liked the feeling of being an older brother. He loved the feeling of having a family again.

The day proceeded as it always did until Michael returned from his lunch. David and Michael went over some
last minute plans and updates, and then entered the boardroom with several of the other board members.

What would happen if I lost this challenge? How would I handle it? Michael wondered. What is the worst that could happen?

Well, he told himself, eventually it would all come back to me eventually, as I am my parent’s only heir. My personal accounts are not in any jeopardy, and there are several million dollars there. He could easily weather the wait until his parents bodies had been found, if necessary. In fact, all of this was really for show. If his parents were to suddenly show up, Michael would have been overjoyed, but Michael knew that this was only a dream. No one had survived that terrible crash.

He looked over at his cousin. He almost felt sorry for him. Sooner or later, he knew he would have to fire Randy, and it angered him. It had never been Michael’s choice to do that, but Randy had pushed the wrong buttons, and he couldn’t be trusted. Oh well, he thought. Let’s get this farce over with.

“I see we are all here, so let’s get the meeting started. I believe the first order of business is the challenge from Randall Tallon as to my suitability as Chairman of this board.”

Randy stood, and Michael sat down into the comfortable chair.

“Members of the board, I am sure you have read the report regarding this person that Michael has chosen to have his sordid relations with. By choosing this man, he has brought shame and scandal to our door. His actions are irresponsible, disgusting and immoral. He is not fit to chair this board or to lead the company.”

There was quiet for a few minutes, and then Jack Davis, a longtime associate of Bob Talon, spoke up.

“Uhm, Randy, did you know Bob Talon?”

“Well, of course, he’s my Uncle.”

“Son, you apparently didn’t know him very well. Bob followed his own set of rules. Oh, he followed the law, but his rules were usually tougher than any law written. He would never cheat or lie or treat anyone with anything less than they were due as a human being.

Nobody ever dictated policy to Bob. No one ever claimed that Bob was unfair or prejudiced or that he didn’t care. You may not understand it, but almost every one of us here have worked and sweated alongside Bob and his family. I know you do a good job in Finance, Randy, but I’m telling you, you’re about to get your ass kicked out of here. We don’t tolerate backstabbing traitors.”

“B-But he’s dating a MAN! Uncle Bob would never have tolerated it!”

Mike Evans took up the discussion.

“And what makes you think that, Randy? You knew Bob well, I know. So did Bob ever give you any impression that he was weak, or indecisive?”

“No, he was always very sure of himself.”

“And what did he value above all else?”

“His family and his employee family were always first in his mind.”

“What would Bob have said if someone told his Son who he could marry?”

“He would have told that person where to go.”

“And you want to do it anyway?”

“Uhm . . .”

“Who do you think you are? You know you are in the wrong. First you go and break the rules here, which I know you helped to write. I know you are well aware of our policies regarding violence in the workplace. Did your actions violate those policies?”

“Yes, they did, but I —“

“You broke the rules. You got suspended, with pay, I might add. You decide to try and do an end run and get Michael canned, thinking you have the moral authority to do so. You betrayed your cousin, repeatedly, and you think everyone is going to take your side?”

“What do you mean repeatedly? I did no such thing!”

Dave Roberts stood up.

“Randy, what set you off the day that you hit Michael?”

“I had just read a report on the man who had placed the ad Michael answered.”

“Where did you get that report? Why were you spying on Michael? For how long had this been going on? Who authorized this line of investigation? Why was it done in the first place? Had you been spying on Bob, as well? For whom were you doing this? Who is doing the actual investigation?”

“No, no, you don’t understand, I was trying to protect Michael, to help him!”

“You spied on your cousin to help him? Why? Did you think him incompetent? Michael has been working here since he was sixteen years old. He holds an MBA, and has been a vice president for almost six years. What were you protecting him from?”

“I just-“

“I’ve been going over some records since Bob and Kathy were reported lost. You’ve overturned some of Michael’s decisions, would you explain to us, please, on what authority this was done?” David was relentless, and every board member had his eye on Randy, who was visibly shaken and sweating.

“I just wanted to help him after Uncle Bob’s plane exploded, and . . .”

“Exploded? How did you know it exploded? Who told you it exploded?” Even David was surprised at this. The accident report had been filed that morning. There was no way that Randy could have seen it.

Randy said nothing. Suddenly, things looked more sinister to David and the other board members.

“Call the Police; I think Randy has some explaining to do. I want security up here immediately.”

Randy’s mouth was moving, but no sound came out.

Michael couldn’t move. It couldn’t be possible. Randy had been his most trusted friend. David had moved to Michael’s side.

“Just take deep breaths, Michael. Let the police do their jobs.”

But Michael had to try and understand, to process the idea . . .

“You killed my parents?” Michael said in a quiet voice, and then yelled at his cousin. “You killed them . . . why? What were you thinking?”

Randy said nothing, and when the security officers came up, he submitted himself to them without a word.

They handcuffed him and led him down to a secure room, where he would stay until the police arrived.

It took Michael a few minutes to get his emotions under control. David stood at his side and requested a full security sweep of Michael’s office, his car and his home. Michael suddenly realized that Jenny had the Cayenne, and he called her cell number as quickly as he could, but there was no answer. Damn! He thought. She must have it off! He called Diane, and had her give him the number to reach Jenny in an emergency. He explained the situation to David, and gave him the number to call.

A few minutes later his phone buzzed, quietly.

“Michael? What's going on?” Jenny’s voice was calm, but concerned.

He told her the whole story, and promised to pick her up as soon as she was ready. He made arrangements to rent a car until his had been checked, and was waiting when she came out of the school.

“Michael, are you all right?”

“He had them killed, Jenny!” He finally broke down and wept. “That bastard killed them!”

She held him, until he could catch his breath. She knew that this would bring all the trauma and pain back to the fore. He had been doing his best to deal with the grief, and this betrayal had hurt him all over again. All she could do was to be there, and to help him let it out. “It’s okay, Sweetie, I know. I’m so sorry my love. “

They held each other and cried, he for his lost parents, and her in sympathy for his pain.

He began to get control of himself and he wiped away her tears. “Please,tell me you have some good news,” he pleaded.

“I do have some,” she said, holding his hand, “I spoke to my supervisor. He and I went over my schedule, and I’ve taken the rest of the semester after April 11th off. So I plan on having surgery around the 14th.”

“Oh my Lord, that’s wonderful!” He smiled for the first time in hours. “I needed that! I’ll let Lisa know that I will be taking some time off that week, also.”

“You don’t need to, honey. I can handle things, and you will be busy.”

“I will be busy supporting my fiancé. I couldn’t let you go through that alone, so don’t worry about it.
Sometimes it is beneficial to own the company, and if anything important pops up, I will have my laptop and my cell phone. Between Lisa and I and my new assistant, we can take care of everything.”

“You have a new assistant?”

“Oh, yeah, you haven’t heard. I hired a cute new girl today; she’ll be an intern while she’s in school.”

“You hired my sister! Oh, that’s good news, too!”

“Don’t tell Diane, but I’m really getting into being a big brother-in-law!”

Jenny giggled.

“I’m serious! I’ve never had siblings, and this is just too cool!”

Jenny leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder. They talked about little things, just being in love, and everything seemed to get better.

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The time passed without any major incidents for a while, but as the date for Jenny’s surgery approached, Michael noticed a distinct stress in the house. Fortunately, Jenny had a very good counselor, but she had found it difficult to help Jenny overcome her anxieties. She invited Michael to join them for a session.

“It’s a big step, Jenny. In your case, several big steps.” Dr. Taylor was smiling, while Michael held Jenny’s hand to let her know that he loved her.”Why don’t we start by talking about what you have told me is making you most anxious?”

Jenny looked at Michael, and he squeezed her hand three times, their private code for ‘I love you’.

“We’ve discussed this, of course, but I feel he deserves a real woman, someone who could give him a child.” She looked sadly at the floor, refusing to look at him.

Dr. Taylor nodded and asked, “How do you feel about this, Michael?”

Michael squeezed her hand again, quickly. He loved her so much, and lately, they kept coming back to this problem.

“Jenny, I have told you, repeatedly, that I am infertile. I can’t have children, even with the most fertile woman in the world. This is a difference which makes no difference. To me, you are the equal of every woman in the world, and so much more.”

“Still . . .”

“Jenny, do you think this feeling could be a reflection of your nervousness about your surgery?” the Doctor asked, gently.

Tears fell from her eyes. “I don’t know . . . Maybe?”

Michael could not stand to see her cry. “Jenny, I love you, and I sincerely believe that nothing will ever change that. I know you love me. Most of my family loves you. I know we will be as happy as any two people have any right to be.” He got to his knees, tears in his eyes as well. “What else can I do or say to you, my love?”

She looked deeply into his eyes, and he could tell that the barriers were finally coming down.

“I really have been silly, haven’t I? I love you so much, Michael!” She fell to her knees and into his arms, crying. He felt her relax and saw that, at last, they could really move forward.

Dr. Taylor smiled.

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Michael had spoken with David Roberts for several minutes, but still came away without a feeling of satisfaction. David had told him that a resolution in Randy’s case could take considerable time. It could be years before anything was settled, if ever. Randy was saying nothing, to anyone except his lawyer. Michael almost wanted it all to just go away. All of this is so useless. Mom and Dad aren’t coming back. It still hurt, so badly. Without Jenny, he would never have been able to handle it, he knew. She brought such joy into his world!

As he sat in his chair, he heard someone come into the office. “Lisa says you need a hug, big brother. I’m not Jenny, but will this tide you over until tonight?”

“Yeah, baby sister, a hug from you is like a big dose of sunshine.” He smiled as Diane wrapped her arms around his neck from behind. They had become very close in such a short time. She had taken a very active role in getting the company back on track after the fiasco with Randy. He was impressed at the way she quietly kept her ears open for problems, and suggestions. Everyone seemed to love her, and knew she would do her best to help resolve any issues. He, Diane and Erin Holly, the head of Human Resources, had regular discussions that could include anything from arranging transportation to get an employee to a Doctor’s appointment, to changing the mix in the vending machines.

She had become a comfort to many, even Michael. Lisa loved her, and did everything she could to help Diane’s quest to make Tallon a world class place to work.

Michael felt so blessed. He had such a wonderful family, and such great friends. He remembered how he had felt, before he met Jenny. He’d almost been running on automatic, the pain from his parents’ deaths overshadowing everything. Now, though . . . it was almost too good to be true. He had never believed he could be so happy again, after the deaths of his parents. He had a beautiful, wonderful fiancée, a soon to be sister-in-law that he loved as if she was his own sister, and he was closer than he ever had been to his Grandpa Joe and Grandma Tina, his mom’s parents.

True, relations with Papa Bob and Granma Amy were a little stressed right now, and he understood that. It had to be hard on them, and they couldn’t believe that their grandson Randy could have killed his Uncle Bob and his wife. Michael had tried to talk with them, but they were determined to stay out of what they considered an argument. It hurt, but he respected their wishes. They hadn’t even responded to the wedding invitation.

He was looking forward to this evening. They were going to have a small party to celebrate Jenny’s last day at work. Lisa and Greg would be there, along with Jenny’s friend, Portia Bailey, Diane and of course, Jenny and himself. They were just planning to have a quiet meal. Oh, sure. He thought. I don’t know Portia very well, but putting Lisa, Jenny and Diane together was a recipe for fun, not quiet. It should really be interesting!

It turned out that he was right. The house had been filled with laughter. They had such a wonderful time that they resolved to do it more often. Lisa and Portia had hit it off well, and their craziness seemed to feed off each other. Everyone was laughing at their silly antics.

The next morning, Michael was sore from laughing so hard. He walked into his office and saw Lisa’s smile.

“No more, I can’t handle it! You two should go into business! My abs are very sore. I need to take some aspirin and just avoid you two for a week!”

She laughed and let him retreat into his office. He smiled, thinking about the fun they had enjoyed. He had allowed Diane to have the next two days off, to spend with her sister. The surgery would be in two days, and he was concerned that something could go wrong. All he could do was offer some girl time for the two of them, just in case, although he was reasonably sure that everything would go well.

Wednesday afternoon they flew to Wisconsin, where Jenny would have her surgery. They spent the night in a very nice hotel in Appleton, where Michael would be staying during Jenny’s recovery. They had been fortunate enough to have found one of the country’s top specialists and made arrangements for her surgery with him. They had dinner early, due to her surgical preparations, and then settled down to cuddle before they slept.

Jenny was quite naturally very nervous, and Michael did his best to reassure her.

“Honey, we have one of the top specialists, you will be fine!”

“Any surgery is a risk, Michael Tallon. I’m not being unreasonable.” She hugged him tightly. “You’ve done your best for me, love. I’m nervous, of course, but I also cannot wait to be a woman for you. It has been very difficult, and you've been the picture of patience, but I want to make love to you, as a woman!”

“Hold on, now.” He sat up in the bed. “You know there will be a lot of work and probably a great deal of pain before that happens. You and I will have to continue to be patient for a while. Besides, I plan on marrying a virgin.”

She laughed. He knew she could never be a virgin, technically, as she would never even have a hymen.

“Um, what is Greg’s favorite expression?”

“Oh, you mean, ‘Yer shit outta luck, pardner’? Yeah, but you know what I mean,” he chuckled and tossed a pillow at her, missing completely.

“You . . . You throw like a girl!” She sputtered, and then fell back, laughing.

“Oh yeah? Well all I can say is . . .”

“No!” She yelled as he attacked her, tickling her unmercifully. “I’m gonna wet the bed!”

“Note to self,” he said as he sat up. “Buy rubber sheets.”

“Why?” She said, with an innocent-yet- mischievous look in her eyes. “Ya got some kind of bedwetting problem, ya baby?”

She rolled out of bed then ran for the bathroom, screeching with laughter. Turning to look at him, she stood and stuck out her tongue, then screeched again and slammed the door before he could catch her. They were both laughing, almost uncontrollably. He sat back on the bed, happy that she was enjoying herself. He looked up to where he imagined his mother and father were, and he said a small thank you to them. When she came out of the bathroom, they both knelt and thanked God for their love, and asked for his protection.

Early the next morning they dressed and drove their rental car down to the small city of Neenah. They went into the hospital, and waited for the nurse to meet her and take her to surgery.

“I’ll be outside here, and I’ll come see you as soon as they let me. I love you, Jenny soon-to-be Tallon.”

“And I love you, soon-to-be-husband.”

They embraced, and with a quick kiss and a small wave, the nurse led her to the surgical prep room.

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Michael and Jenny watched two squirrels, seemingly playing tag on the lawn. Surgery had gone well, without complications, and her physical therapy and recovery was proceeding satisfactorily as well. She seemed distracted, lately. Michael worried that she was obsessing about children once again. It hadn’t come up in their conversations, and she seemed fairly happy. Still, something was bothering her.

Michael knew that it was primarily a bad case of misguided machismo that made him feel as though he had to try to fix everything for her. Still it made him quite nervous when she became silent and pensive like this. Was she having second thoughts? Had he done something to upset her?

“Jenny, I realize that this is probably just anxiety on my part, but you look so deep in thought. Is everything all right?”

Yes, love. I just have a small problem on my mind, and honestly, it is nothing to worry you. I just . . . well, I worry about Diane. I almost feel guilty that I could be so happy.” She stood and walked over to him. “You have done your best to make both of us happy, and I appreciate it, with all of my heart. I just wish there was something more that I could do for her”

“I don’t know sweetheart. If there was anything else I could do I-“

“You would have done it already, I know.” She stroked his cheek. “You are such a wonderful big brother already. I just wish that there was something . . . special I could do for her. Not something I can buy, but something to make her feel even more loved, and she won’t let me set her up. I asked her about it, and she said we had been so lucky to find you, that she wasn’t sure we should try again!”

Michael laughed. “We’ll think of something, my love, I promise.”

He kissed her, and the squirrels played on and on . . .

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“You’ve GOT to be kidding!” Jenny was practically doubled over. “I know a wedding can be expensive, but that’s just ridiculous!”

Michael smiled. Jenny was so different from the other girls he had known. Where other women seemed to rejoice in the cost and extravagance of a big, fancy wedding, the idea of an expensive wedding only made her laugh. God, he loved her!

“All I want is to marry you, right here on the front lawn, with all of our friends in attendance. I don’t need a news crew, or celebrity guests. Let’s keep it simple and fun for everyone, have a great party then get on with the happily ever after!” She looked at him, her bright blue eyes shining with a hint of sexy mischief. “Besides, the real fun is AFTER the party, if you know what I mean!”

Oh yes, he knew exactly what she meant!

“All right, all right,” he laughed. “I suppose you’re right. I just want to give you a wedding you will always remember, my love.”

She looked at him, eyes glistening with tears and touched his cheek. “I could never, ever forget marrying you, honey.”

She always made him feel so wonderful. He leaned down and kissed her, which was his default move whenever he felt so choked up.

“Would you two puh-leeze get a room?” Diane said as she entered the kitchen. “I swear, always with the kissing-geez! You’d think you two were in love or sumthin’!”

“You’re just jealous!” Jenny laughed.

“You are so right!”Diane yelled, throwing her hands in the air in mock frustration.

They all began to laugh.

“You have many admirers, Diane,” Michael felt compelled to say. “I get tired of sliding on the drool sometimes!”

“A girl has to keep her options open, doesn’t she?” She said sweetly, batting her eyes at him. “Besides, they’re all afraid of my big brother! It’s almost frustrating!”

Jenny smiled. Diane was an extremely pretty girl, and Michael was very protective of her. “Maybe you are a bit intimidating, Michael.”

“Back off, Sis. I like it!” Diane said, smiling. “It drives the boys crazy, which is always fun!”

“Oh geez!” Jenny said, laughing.

“If one of them would grow some balls and ask me out, I could respect him. As long as they hide in their cubicles, they can just look and dream!”

It did seem to be a good strategy, Michael thought. It was embarrassing how cowardly the guys all were around Diane. He’d almost been serious about the drool in the office. Diane strutted through the Tallon offices as if she was challenging any of them to ask her out.

Diane looked at the pictures that had been spread out on the table.

“Still trying to interest Jen in a fancy wedding, Michael? It won’t happen, you know.”

“I think I’m beginning to believe you, Di.”

She leaned over and whispered to him. “She’ll never go for a big wedding. Our Dad always told us that the size of the wedding was unimportant, it was the size of the love in our hearts that mattered, and Jenny and I will always love and respect our Daddy.”

Michael suddenly understood Jenny a great deal more.

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Jenny and Diane had gone to pick up her dress, and it was Michael’s job to walk around the house, looking for the best spot for the wedding. If it should rain, the wedding would be held in the huge living room, and the furniture had been cleared from the room already, although there was nothing bad forecast.

Michael felt that the wide front porch would be best, but he was waiting to see how the sun would hit it at the approximate planned time of the wedding. The girls were back by the planned time, so Michael took some pictures of them.

Satisfied, they went in to see how everything looked.

Michael felt that it looked fine, but Diane thought that the light would be too harsh. She pointed out what she called “hot spots” where the light would cause problems, but she also had a solution. Jenny thought that it would be perfect, and Michael had to admit, it would make them much more comfortable.

Michael had insisted that he be allowed to help handle the reception. He and Jenny had decided on a menu, and they had talked to several musicians and Disk Jockeys. In keeping with Jenny’s thrifty theme, a DJ and photographer/videographer had been hired and the warehouse cleared for the party. Even the cake was fairly simple.

There were times that he wished he had just hired someone to make the arrangements, but he was smart enough not to say anything out loud. Jenny and Diane were having such a good time! He was sent to pick up the wedding license, and to pick up several last minute items. By the time he got back, the house looked beautiful. There were white and blue ribbons and flowers everywhere. A huge, solid white canopy was stretched over the porch, and chairs were set up in anticipation of the wedding.

The rehearsal dinner went well, and they had a lot of fun. Lisa and Portia had everyone smiling, and Michael made sure he gave most of his attention to Jenny. He wanted to make sure she had everything perfect. Everyone told him that getting married was a very important part of a young woman’s life, and he was bound to make sure that nothing could go wrong.

By the evening before the wedding, Jenny was feeling a few butterflies, and Michael had to admit to a bit of nervous anticipation, as well. He didn’t think they would be able to sleep at all, but they actually slept quite well.

“All right, let’s get this road on the show!” Michael shot awake. His grandpa Joe had been a drill sergeant and he just how to wake you up. “My newest granddaughter asked me to come and get you out of bed, so let’s move it!”

Where was Jenny? She must have gone to Diane’s room to get ready. It was almost noon, and they had to be ready by two, if not sooner. He took a quick shower, and Grandpa Joe asked if he would come down to the kitchen. “Grandma and I have something we want to talk to you about.”

Well, that was mysterious, but Michael was more than willing to go along. Jenny and Diane were waiting, and Michael pulled a chair next to Jenny and kissed her good morning.

“Jenny, today you will make us very happy by officially becoming a part of our family. Would it be okay with you if we were to semi-officially adopt your sister into our family as well?”

Jenny’s hands flew to her face in shock, and Diane looked ready to cry.

“We don’t have many grandchildren, and since your father died, we know that you don’t have any family except these two, Diane. Could we love you, too?”

Diane flew across the room and into Grandma Tina’s arms. She was crying so hard, she could barely speak. She turned and gave Grandpa Joe a hug as well, and kissed his cheek.

“I-I don’t know what to say! I love you both, so much!” Her smile would have lit Detroit on a moonless night. Jenny got up and hugged them as well.

“I know where Michael gets it from, now. You are all so wonderful!” Her tears ran down her face in joy.

“Thanks, Grandma, Grandpa. This is amazing. Thank you for making the girls so happy!”

“No Michael. Thank you for bringing these two amazing and beautiful girls into our lives. You would’ve made your mother and father very proud!”

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The weather was beautiful, if a bit warm. Underneath the canopy, it was quite pleasant. There were several guests, to Michael’s surprise. Except for Portia Bailey, almost everyone was either family or employees of Tallon. The Board members were there, with their families, and they seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Michael adjusted his tie nervously. His tux was immaculate, custom fitted and handsome. It was a deep silver-gray, a good color for a summer wedding. Greg stood next to him, fidgeting in a tux that looked quite similar. It had been difficult to find one that actually fit him. Greg was a big man!

The music began, and the girls filed down the aisle, first Lisa, as his best “man”. Her dress was almost exactly the same color as Michael’s tux. Long and flowing, she looked beautiful and very distinguished.

Next was Diane, just as beautiful in her blue bridesmaid’s dress. It was hemmed at her knees, and she wore sheer hose and matching shoes. She walked slowly up to Jenny’s side of the porch. Portia followed her in similar attire. She was just as beautiful, but had an expression that said she was ready, just in case something funny tried to happen.

Finally, Jenny stood there, and Michael’s heart leapt. She was incredibly beautiful. Grandpa Joe escorted her down the aisle, and he practically strutted with pride. She smiled happily, with a hint of tears, slowly and carefully walking to meet Michael. He took her hand, and the ceremony began. Michael could never really remember everything the preacher said. He only seemed to have eyes for his beautiful bride. She had to nudge him to take his vows, but really, the only thing he heard was when the preacher finally said. “I now pronounce you Man, and Wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Everyone cheered as they kissed, then turned to greet their guests as a couple for the first time.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, it pleases me to introduce Mr. and Mrs. Michael Tallon.”

He kissed her again, and then they stepped down and walked to the side, to form a receiving line.

Michael knew everyone, of course, but he couldn’t wait to go back to the warehouse for the reception. The food was wonderful, there were the usual silly dances and traditional things, like the tossing of the bouquet, and it all seemed to go very fast.

Michael handed Jenny a small, gift wrapped box that had a tag. It read “For the Honeymoon”, and Jenny gave him a suspicious look. Expecting some kind of a gag gift, she opened it carefully. The only things inside were a pair of keys on a small key ring.

“I know we had made some plans for our honeymoon, but this is what I had really planned all along. These keys go to your house in Honolulu, Hawaii. It’s my wedding gift to you.”

“My house?”

“Well, our house, now, but the title is in the name of Jenny Tallon. It’s a beautiful little place outside of Honolulu, and that’s where we’ll spend the next couple of weeks. I hope you like it!”

“My house?” She seemed stuck on that. “I have a house in Hawaii?”

“Yep.”

She rushed into his arms and hugged him. “Oh, Michael! This is too much, I can’t . . .”

“You can, sweetheart. We own many homes, in many places. My mother would have wanted you to have this one. I’ve already had a cleaning crew go through and freshen the place up, so it’s all set. We’ll be there in a while, and we can spend the next two weeks exploring the islands.”

The party continued, and everyone had a great deal of fun. By the time everyone had left, Michael and Jenny were both yawning. They quietly turned off the lights and went to bed. Tomorrow would be a busy day.

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