The White Box - Sex Stories

The White Box

... doesn’t even try. He hits his mom up for money every week and, like a fool, she gives it to him. I just got tired of waiting for him to grow up, besides I learned that I was in love with someone else. I think we both know who that is, don’t we, and don’t tell me you’re not a man any more.” She lowered her voice so she was merely whispering. “Brian—that’s my brother-in-law—told me that a man’s testicles have two primary functions—to produce sperm and generate testosterone. There are plenty of men with low sperm counts and there are plenty of ways to have a family if a couple really wants one—adoption, in vitro fertilization using a sperm donor, even foster children. Also, there are probably millions of men with low testosterone levels so there are lots of medication options. Brian told me he would discuss them with us at your appointment.” “Us?” I was shocked. “Yes…us; I’m going to the appointment with you. It’s obvious that you need help and I’m going to give it.” She crossed her arms, nodded her head for emphasis. I knew when to give up. We relaxed and got to know each other better over an excellent lunch. Rita had worked for me—closely with me—for more than a year, but I realized that I barely knew her. She knew much more about me, but I thought at the time that was to be expected. I was a celebrity in Nassau County, Long Island where I had our corporate offices. I hated to commute into the city—New York—and with computers and networking it wasn’t necessary. I lived in a ...

... large home in exclusive Sands Point; she lived in a one-bedroom apartment in nearby Manhasset. We left the restaurant around two and Stanley never mentioned Dana again. I drove back to my house and led Rita to the living room. “Uh…were you planning on leaving anytime soon?” “As a matter of fact…I’m not! I’m staying the weekend, but only if I can pick the place for dinner. Really? The golf club? Talk about stuffy and those prices; that place is ridiculous.” “Exactly what did you have in mind?” “Gino’s in Manhasset—great Italian and pizza. I’d treat except for the fact that you make like a thousand times as much as I do.” “Pizza, eh? Any idea how long it’s been since I ate pizza? Probably not since I’ve been married, speaking of which….” I found an envelope in a pile of mail, opened it, and dialed the phone number inside. “Lawrence,” I heard him say in response. “Martin Bellamy here; I’d like to get together early next week. Hold on a second.” Then to Rita I asked, “Got my schedule handy?” She gave me a look that said it all—DUH! She had her smart phone out in a flash and pulled up my schedule for my review a second later. “I have an hour free Tuesday afternoon or we could meet at my home Monday evening at eight.” He opted for Monday evening and I ended the call. “The private detective I hired to get the goods on Dana,” I explained. “I’ll want you to schedule an appointment with Dave Barney for Tuesday. I don’t care if we have to move something else. I’d like to get this whole ...