PIT2/4: Cause and Affect 1
Westlake Village California
December 30, 2010
Hoping I am not being repetitious
Continuing the search for the future wife of Mitchell Lipensky; as this writer is still unsure which of the four women that throughout his adult life were loved by Mitchell…
Pertaining to the sequence of the past fifty-two years years and the ‘Cause’ for the conclusion of each relationship and the ‘Affect’...
As there is so much written about ‘Marsha’ individually before and during their life as man and wife that ended in divorce in 1986 — Other than instances when Marsha is a fundamental part of a particular sequence regarding…
Considering Susan is, most probably, out of the picture. And as Marsha will no longer be discussed, that leaves Elizabeth, Lita and Barbara as possibilities.
From years 19 58 to 2010 keeping the sequence in time and the time of the sequence of each of the remaining three women we must begin wit Elizabeth Herzon.
However, going into the Elizabeth ‘Reasons’, once again we will must include Marsha in the ‘Elizabeth’ sequence.
Appearing ‘only’ in ‘for Better or worse’...
Elizabeth Herzon and Mitchell met as sales trainees for ‘Transco Envelope Company’ on October 16, 1958 when, within days, unknown to either, both discovered an strong sexual attraction to the other.
No physical or verbal contact was taken by either until...
November 29,1958
Hidden in the narrow labyrinth formed by stacked cartons, “Five, ten, fifteen,” using a pencil as a pointer, “twenty, twenty-five.” Now counting to himself, Mitchell tallied the contents of the triple stacked row of like stencilled cartons. “That’ll be 80,000 #8 cellos.”
Making a notation on the inventory sheet, glancing at him, Elizabeth moved on.
Watching the sway of her well defined buttocks, sighing longingly—for minimally the twentieth time since starting—he followed Elizabeth into another labyrinth of cardboard boxes.
On this day doing the trainees assigned task of the quarterly inventory, with the exception of the plant manager, ‘Gene Tarnowski’—who at last sight was in his office—alone in the plant on this Saturday morning, it was Mitchell’s turn to do the counting and Elizabeth the writing.
Rounding a corner in the maze of stacked cartons, never sure how, or who caused it to happen…
Suddenly Mitchell’s body was pressed tightly against Elizabeth’s body and her mouth was held tightly against his mouth and his…no, her tongue was in his mouth and the taste of her tongue and the strange, albeit very pleasant touch of Elizabeth’s—much fuller than Marsha’s—lips along with the soft push of Elizabeth’s—much larger than Marsha’s—breasts against his chest causing an instant reaction that Elizabeth felt and responded to, by…
By then Mitchell Lipensky honestly believed he loved Elizabeth Herzon! But Mitchell Lipensky knew he loved his wife, too, and the thrill… the absolute thrill of holding… of being held by this truly beautiful woman—who, very possibly, was the most beautiful woman he’d ever personally known, and who he was now kissing, and who was kissing him, which, by the way, was all but making his toes curl—was overshadowed by the irrefutable fact that Mitchell Lipensky loved his son, too, and the recent separation from ‘Michael’ was a thing Mitchell had no intention of ever allowing to happen again. Besides—lacking the passion of this kiss and the thrill of this moment—reunited these past three months he and Marsha were getting along better than ever.
However, deep down he would have given anything—short of his son—to be able to make love to this beautiful young woman with the, Oh, God, so beautiful body that he then knew—a dream come true —he could make love to and maybe even…Yes! At that moment Mitchell Lipensky thought he could spend the rest of his life with Elizabeth Herzon.
However, not willing break up his family, not willing to give his son up…
Switching to brain control… upper brain control, breaking the touch of their tongues and the magnetic hold of lips and bodies. “Please...” the word “… ‘honey.” slipping out. “I want to do this more than anything in the world, but I ‘can’t’!” Holding Elizabeth at arms’ length, looking into her eyes, “I…” hesitating “...I,” thinking, love you! Instead “...I can’t!” He said again. “I just can’t!”
Catching her breath—the affectionately said ‘honey’ planted within her mind—however having no idea what to say, what to do, looking into his eyes, “Mitchie, I…” Considering, Tell him! Elizabeth thought. Go on! Tell him you love him!
But…
“Hey, you two!” Gene Tarnowski called from somewhere on the other side canyon of the cartons, “how’s about a break!”
…Fortunately, the moment was lost.
November 29, 1958 through December 31, 1958
They’d done their best to stay away from each other.
Even to the extent of never being in the filing corridors at the same time. Speaking only when absolutely necessary,
Elizabeth Herzon and Mitchell Lipensky did their best to stay away from each other.
But their eyes…
Having ‘head to head’ desks, when their eyes touched they would linger, silently speaking words neither dared speak.
The Company Christmas Dinner
December 20, 1968
Trying not to look for her, Mitchell had been looking for her.
Now seeing her, his breath catching.
Rather than the pride he should feel for showing the strength of character he had shown, feeling a sense of guilt over…?
Standing as she approached, “Elizabeth, hi!” he said, attempting to hide his nervousness, but the pitch of his voice a bit too high, speaking a bit too fast, “I’d like you to meet my wife… Marcie, this is Elizabeth.”
Never guilty about whom he might fantasise over, who was ‘unobtainable’, but when the ‘unobtainable’ became ‘obtainable’ and was as beautiful as Elizabeth…
And was about to meet his wife?
Thinking, My God! Marsha said, “Mitchies’s mentioned you…” not prone to giving complements such as this to strangers, ‘especially’ to female strangers, but surprised by Elizabeth’s appearance “...but didn’t tell me how pretty you are.”
Instantly hating her, jealous of this woman’s marriage. Hoping her tone of voice did not show the envy she had for her.
“Thank you, Marsha...” Elizabeth replied, nodding to Mitchell as he pulled the chair out for her. “...but he did...” returning the complement, doing all in her power to sound sincere, “...tell me how pretty you are.”
“Thank you… You here alone?”
“Yes, but…” not wanting to admit to being alone, knowing Mitchell would know it was a lie, “...my, uh...” glancing at him, bringing her attention back to Marsha, “...fiancé is orthodox, you see, and refuses to go to company Christmas parties, ‘especially’ on a Friday.”
Looking from Elizabeth to Mitchell, feeling something. Sensing a…? sort of tension between her husband and this young woman.
“You’re going to be married?”
Continuing the lie, “Yes. We haven’t set a date yet, but, uh, Howie’n’I’ll do it sometime next year.” Noticing Marsha’s eyes shift to her hand, she held it up. “We’re going out for New Year’s, and I think he’ll give me a ring then, as a kind of New Year’s present.”
“Oh! Well, I wish you good luck. We’ve been married three years now. Matter of fact, our anniversary was just yesterday.”
“Yesterday?” Avoiding each other, not having spoken for the past number of days, her eyes now on Mitchell, “I thought you mentioned that your anniversary was a couple of months ago.”
Possessively taking hold of her husband’s hand, “Yes, in October. But we were married twice, you know.”
Her eyes steadfast, her mouth twitching into a smile. “Just in case it didn’t take the first time?”
“No.” Tossing an innuendo that actually was as far from the truth as possible. “It took ‘real’ good the first time, but Mitch was in the service then, and…”
“Oh? You never told me that,” Elizabeth said, looking at him.
Becoming more uncomfortable by the second, slowly turning the stem of his wine glass between his fingers, “We never talked about stuff like that.”
“Yeah, that’s true . What were you in?”
“In the service?”
“Yes!” Marsha said, showing annoyance. “He was in the Coast Guard at the time and was stationed in New York…”
Wanting to change the subject. “When are you and , uh, your fiancé …?”
Handed a glass of wine along with a “Merry Christmas” by Gene Tarnowski when she’d entered the room.
Thinking as sipping a bit of wine before answering. “Howie and me, we haven’t gotten that far yet so I’m not too sure.”
“You converting?”
Taken back by Marsha’s question, “Huh?”
“You said your fiancé is an orthodox Jew.”
Still confused… realising, “Oh, I’m Jewish.”
Upon meeting a person one might sense a fondness for the other. With Marsha Lipensky and Elizabeth Herzon what both felt was far from fondness.
The moment she’d met her, Marsha had enviously noticed that besides being beautiful, Elizabeth’s hair was naturally blonde and her eyes naturally—naturally?—green.
“Funny,” Marsha said—saying what Mitchell had said in 1956 when he’d met his soon to be best friend, the mulatto, ‘Rubidoux (Ruby’) Meyers,’ which was the punch line of an old joke neither remembered—“you don’t look Jewish.”
Having heard it before, “Yeah, I know, but my mom’s Scandinavian.”
Pulling the threads of their conversation together, “Anyway…” Marsha said “... “we were married by a judge in October, then the rabbi in December.”
Introductions and small talk through, an uneasy quietness fell over the table.
Sitting across from her, Mitchell did his best to look anyplace but at Elizabeth.
Sitting alongside her husband, looking steadily at the face of the young woman on the other side of the table, the shadow of a dark thought began to form in Marsha’s mind.
As for Elizabeth: Her gaze lingering on the face of the young man that sat across from her a little longer than necessary, then sensing Marsha’s eyes on her, Elizabeth’s eyes shifted to those of the young man’s wife, then to the wine glass before her and the quietness became even more pronounced.
After a minute or so, breaking a dinner roll in half and, spearing a slice of butter with her knife, “So…” Marsha asked as she spread the butter “...you know what territory you’ll be getting?”
“Yes…” eyeing the buttered roll “...a part of the ‘Loop’.” The ex fat girl said.
“ ‘A part of the Loop’?!” Marsha stated belligerently. “That’s pretty ‘damn lucky’!”
Catching Marsha’s annoyed tone. “I’m the first lady salesman, uh, ‘lady’ Transco’s ever hired and guess they want me close by to kind of keep an eye on me.”
Giving you hundreds of long time customers! Marsha thought.
Aware of where Mitchell was going — rubbing it in — “Where are you going?”she asked Marsha.
Curling her lip.“They’re sending us to ‘Peoria’.” Marsha answered dejectively.
Seeing ‘a look’ on Marsha’s face. Knowing that Marsha had something that she wanted: ‘her husband’. While knowing that she had something that Marsha wanted; ‘her downtown territory. Tough shit!Elizabeth thought.
This evening was the only time Marsha Lipensky and Elizabeth will ever see each other as...
On 1/5/69 Mitchell Lipensky and family moved to Peoria, Illinois, and Mitchell was happy to be gone as Elizabeth Herzon would be too much of a temptation to ignore for long.
As for Elizabeth; she was happy to see Mitchell out of her life because: ‘number one’, she really did ‘not’ want to break up a family. ‘Number two’: If she and Mitchell remained in contact, it would not be too long until they did get into a bed together and she was no where near wanting a man to see her still red stretch-marked breasts, stomach, thigh and ass; to say nothing of that pouch of fat between her navel and pubic zone that no matter what Elizabeth did, she could not get rid of.
Writer Notation: Like the ‘Susan’ submission, getting to the cause of the separation of Barbara Herzon and Mitchell Lipensky is a bit complicated. But we will get to there on…
First: Will Elizabeth and Mitchell reunite in September of 1961?
‘Yeah’! This much the writer does know.
Will Elizabeth forgive Mitchell for the way she had been abandoned on 1963?
Don’t know yet.
If Elizabeth does forgive Mitchell and does return, will she still be the ‘ex’ fat girl or will she be the ex-‘ex’ fat girl?
Don’t know yet.
Will Elizabeth even be the one to return to Mitchell and to remain until ‘death do they part’?
Don’t know that either, but we’ll see.
PIT2/5: Cause and Affect 2
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