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Chapter 14
I said, "Why not?" I ordered a "Chivas and water" and he smiled and
ordered the same. "The lady has class." He said. I smiled and nodded. We
started talking and I had to be careful not to let him know. I didn't
want a scene right there. But before long we were talking like old
friends. He asked my name. "Natalie" was all I said. He smiled and said,
"My first love was named Natalie."
We chatted for a while more and he asked me up to his room. I decided
that I was off the clock for the evening and I accompanied him. We made
love all night. Our bodies were in synch and we just seemed to
anticipate the needs of the other. I hadn't made love for over a year.
All Jamal and his friends ever did with me was fuck. My clients were
more business transaction than lovers. Ray and I made love. I might
point out that he had learned a thing or two since high school.
We began seeing each other over the next several months when he came to
New Orleans. He'd call and we would spend a couple of days together then
he would leave. I would go back to my clients and he went back to his
work. He was a successful entrepreneur who had a townhouse in New York
City and several apartments around the US and in London. He was
sophisticated and handsome. After a few months, he flew me over to
London to spend the week with him. He finished early and so we spent 3
glorious days in Paris. I was falling in love again. Only this time, it
was my "high school sweetheart".
We got back and I spent the night in New York before flying home to New
Orleans the next day. We had made a late dinner in his kitchen and were
enjoying a glass of wine when he began asking me some questions. He
didn't know I was an "escort" and so far all he knew was that I had
lived with a man for several years. He had assumed we were married and I
never had corrected that misunderstanding. He thought I was a young
widow and I was okay with that for now. We had mostly talked in
generalities about our past lives. Even that first night in the bar
after all these years, when he asked me what I did for a living he had
accepted my answer of being involved in the "entertainment community".
He assumed that I was somehow involved in theater or nonprofit work
since I lived in a rather modest apartment.
"So what exactly do you do?" he asked. I tried to answer in
generalities but he kept asking specific questions. Finally I said, "Are
you sure you want to know?" That brought him up short for a second and
then he nodded slowly. "I'm an escort or some people call us hookers."
The sentence hung in the air for what must have been 10 seconds. I
couldn't look him in the eyes and I got up and walked out on the balcony
with my wine. After about 5 minutes, I felt his presence behind me. I
couldn't face him. Then I felt his arms slip around me from behind. I
felt a tear run down my cheek and then he said, "How does a beautiful
young widow end up there?" I turned and looked at him. "Be sure you want
to know," was all I said. He nodded so I told him most of the story from
the time I met Mike forward. He listened quietly and intently.
That night we went to bed and I could tell he was still "processing" so
I kissed him goodnight and turned over. He had an early meeting the next
day and so he was gone when I woke. I showered, got dressed, called a
cab and headed to the airport. I flew home that day thinking that I'd
lost him. When I got home, I went down to the convenience store on the
corner and bought a quart of chocolate ice cream. I came home and put on
some sweat pants, ate the entire quart and watched an old movie on TV
called "The Goodbye Girl". I cried and I laughed and went to bed.
First a week went by and then a month and then 3 months and no call or
email or anything. It was over. I was trying to move on emotionally but
I was drinking a little too much and some of my "clients" were making
comments about how I seemed remote and they were paying me so they
expected me to pay attention.
It was a Sunday afternoon. I had a "date" that night and I had just come
up from the pool to get in the shower. I was wearing a black bikini and
had just put on a short skirt cover up when the doorbell rang. Without
thinking I went to the door and opened it and there was Ray. I stood
there like a dummy when he smiled and said, "Hey Natalie. Can I
uhm.....can I come in?" That seemed to break the trance and said, "Oh
yeah...how rude of me. Please come in. Can I get you a drink?" He said no
thanks but that he wanted to talk to me.
So we sat down and he began to talk. He apologized for not calling but
he was trying to "sort things out". He continued, "Look. Natalie, I want
to know everything about you. From the time I laid eyes on you, I was a
goner. I have fallen in love with you over these last several months. It
almost seems like we've been together our whole lives. When we make
love, it's as if we've been lovers our whole lives." I started crying,
"O my god Ray. I've missed you so much!" as I threw my arms around him.
We kissed and then I said, "Ray there's more." He said, "More what?" I
replied, "More about me." We sat back down. "Ray you need to know my
story. I started with telling him that I'd had some plastic surgery on
my face and that I'd had some breast augmentation. None of this seemed
to faze him so I continued. "Ray, I don't know any other way to tell you
this so I'm just going to say it. Ray I was born a boy." I expected him
to get up and leave. He sat and stared. "I don't believe you." he said.
"Ray its true. I have pictures. Do you want to see them?" He just stared
at me. So I went in my bedroom and pulled out a box of pics that I had
thrown in my suitcase the day Jamal was killed. I put it on his lap and
said, "Here." He took the top off and immediately said, "What kind of
joke is this? These are pictures of a kid I grew up with by the name of
Jerry?"
I sat down and lit a cigarette. "Ray, I can assure you that I am who I
say I am." He continued to look at the picture and there was one of us
together on the fishing trip. He stopped and just shook his head. "I'll
take that drink now. Make it a double." I went to the kitchen and when I
returned he had most of the pics laid out on the coffee table. We went
through them one at time because they documented my transition over the
years. As we talked, Ray seemed to relax. I'm not sure if that's because
of the pictures and talking about old times or if it was the scotch.
After a while, Ray leaned back on the sofa and smiled at me. "What?" I
asked feeling self conscious for a second. "Natalie, I have thought
about you every day since I went away to school. I know this sounds
strange but you were my high school sweetheart. And now, after these
last few months, I have fallen in love with you all over again. You're
gorgeous, smart, funny, sexy, and maybe most important you know who you
are. Baby, I love you." And with that he sat back up and kissed me.
I was starting to cry. He hugged me and said, "Look it's almost 5:30.
Why don't you go put on something nice and we'll go to dinner. I've got
a bag in the car and I'll grab it and change to." I hopped up and he
grabbed at my butt as I went in to fix my face and change.
We headed for the French Quarter and parked. As we walked in to
Arnaud's, the maitre d' looked up and said, "Good evening Mr. Angotti.
One of our private rooms tonight?" Ray said, "Victor, why would I hide a
beautiful woman in a private room?" We were seated and the food and wine
began to flow. Our server came and asked if we wanted to see a dessert
menu. Ray waved him off with a "give us a minute?" He took my hand and
said. "Natalie, this evening has been incredible. When I was flying down
here, I wasn't sure if you would even see me. I wasn't sure how this
would end up. But now that I know everything, I'm surer of this than I
was before I got here." With that he got out of his chair, reached in
his pocket and knelt on one knee. He took out a jewelry box. "Miss
Natalie Jane Kaase, will you marry me?" I melted. I was crying and
laughing and totally taken off guard. All I could do was nod my head and
blurt out "YES!". The other people in the restaurant witnessing our
moment applauded as he put the ring on my finger.
Ray took me back to the apartment where we made love until dawn. We
slept in the next morning and when I awoke, my fianc? had a boner the
size of Louisiana and so I woke him with a BJ. After my "breakfast" I
went to the kitchen and made some scrambled eggs, toast and coffee. Ray
came in and kissed me and we sat down to eat. We made a little small
talk and then he said, "I think we should fly to Vegas this afternoon
and get married." O my god! I nodded and then after I did dishes we
showered together and I packed a bag. Before we left for the airport, I
asked Ray, "Since I'm moving to New York, will we stop back here and get
my things?" He said, "Honey don't worry about it. I have people to take
care of this shit."
So we hopped on a plane and got hitched in Vegas. We flew back to New
York the next day and I began my new life as Mrs. Ray Angotti. I met
Ray's friends and they were all quite wonderful to me. I became one of
the "A" list women and served on a few boards. Ray and I adopted a two
boys and a girl. Ray Jr., Gerald, and Ginger are their names. As I write
this story, I am a 45 year old mother of 3 and I run from school to
soccer practice to PTO. I have a 13 year old son who came home from
middle school the other day and asked me, "Mom? What's a MILF?" I asked
him where he heard that term and he said, "The guys at school tease me
sometimes and they say you're a MILF." I'm lucky to have a maid who
takes care of the house. I could never have dreamed what my life would
become.
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