“Nah, but he doesn’t know that.”
I guess right about now would be a good time to tell you about Jack’s real father. The man whose genes coursed through this young man’s veins.
First of all Jack’s father was incredibly handsome and tall with the same intense blue eyes. He was so good looking in fact that at the time I couldn’t believe he would be interested in me. He was also, I hate to tell you, my boss.
He was having problems with his marriage and I was having problems with mine. Throw into the mix that we were often alone together in distant cities on overnight business trips, and that formula spells disaster.
Soon we were involved, though the match was so incredulous that none of our spouses, or even our coworkers suspected a thing.
Like I said he was handsome, but he was also gregarious, and a real charmer, just like Jack, and I was this mousey little wallflower, but in bed he brought something out in me.
He would often say that I was like two different women, a fierce negotiator in a business deal, and a wanton slut in bed.
For some reason I took that as a compliment rather than a slur. Especially, I’m sure, because it came from John. Yes, that was his name.
Ultimately I wasn’t ready to leave my husband at the time, and John never offered me any other alternative. So the affair came to an end.
I got pregnant, and John soon jumped ship to a better job at a better company in a city away from his wife and for that matter, me. He never knew that he had a son, or even that I was pregnant at the time. It was bittersweet, but I never told him, and my husband was just happy that I was expecting a boy.
When Jack was still in high school I happened to run into John on what other but a business trip. We sat down together and had some drinks for old times sake. He told me that I looked more beautiful than ever, and I told him he had a son.
To his credit he didn’t run screaming from the bar, but was actually interested in the boy. Maybe one reason for that was that his ex-wife only gave him three girls and no sons. I also wasn’t looking for child support.
Ever since that night John has been in communication with me about Jack. Even helping behind the scenes to get the boy into the college he wanted. My ultimate hope is that after Jack’s graduation John, who is now in upper level management at a prestigious company, can get Jack a good job.
When I think back upon the love making sessions John and I once had, they may have been some of the happiest days of my life. Definitely the most erotic, and sexually fulfilling. He taught me a lot, and I denied him nothing, and I mean nothing.
Saturday night came, and as I waited for the limo, I felt like Cinderella going to the ball. And though I was excited about it, Jack had been absolutely giddy the whole week, forever commenting about how he couldn’t wait.
I now stood in my bedroom on that warm July evening in front of my full length mirror admiring myself as I wore the cute and sexy outfit my son had hand picked for me.
When first I brought it home I realized that if I were to wear it for him, hopefully dancing the night away, it needed some accessories.