bobby rubenstein

ROBERTA RUBENSTEIN

A Fictional Story of One

Woman’s Interesting Life

By Izzy Sommers, MD, [retired]

Mrs. Bobby Rubenstein was in her kitchen when she spotted, out the back, the young and muscular young man that had come to clean the pool, at 2201 Westminster Drive, in Brookline, Massachusetts.

Just one year ago, Sir Arthur Rubenstein had died a tragic death.  He was attempting to repair the chimney on the roof and slipped and fell.  He rolled right down the gabled roof.  He couldn’t save his life by grabbing on to anything and down he went.  He landed forehead first and broke his neck.  A cardiac arrest ensued and CPR was not effective by the EMT’s called in by Bobby.  Just before the EMT’s arrived, our Bobby tried some mouth-to-mouth, to no avail.  Artie Rubenstein was gone forever.  Lots of kith and kin and neighbours and associates attended the memorial where many stood and lauded Artie’s friendliness and helpfulness.  After sitting Shiva for a week, the family abandoned Bobby and left her all alone to mourn the death of her beloved Artie.  Bobby stayed at home, content to cook and clean the roomy house.  The kids were living, mostly married, far away.  Visits by them were infrequent.  Bobby was discouraging to friends who partied and frequented bars.  Sometimes, they offered escorts for her, but she chose to stay at home and be reminded of her loss.  Roberta was just turning fifty, soon, and longed to have her quite attentive husband back.

Sylvester Salvatori was surprised when Bobby beckoned him to come inside the house.  Surprising was the fact that Bobby had undressed.  She greeted Sylky with a full-mouthed Frenchy kiss, and grabbed him by the groin.  He had no choice.  He ripped off all his clothes and carried Bobby to her bed and laid her on the silken, Paisley bed sheets.  He just pumped her full of semen and she screamed, delighted to be nailed so forcefully.  The thoughts of Artie flew away.  Sylky came again, each day, to clean the pool and satisfy our Bobby who would scream and giggle and hang on to him with vigour and élan.  Sylky was delighted by this older woman, who had bobbing quite large breasts and such a very tight and so well lubricated, wonderful vagina.  Bobby asked him to move in with her, while she would clean the house and pool and feed the hungry boy.  They lived together for a year.  He left her for a younger woman, Suzy Kew, a neighbour’s daughter.  Bobby was again alone but not as lonely as she felt before, as one by one she sampled all the neighbour’s husbands and delivering young men, from drug and grocery stores.  This kept her very happy for a full two years.

Sir Artie’s generosity had made her quite secure, financially.  She made a bold decision.  Selling her big home, our Bobby bought a condominium in Florida’s Fort Lauderdale.  The Brookline neighbour women were so glad to see her go.  Ms. Bobby took some sailing lessons and she learned to SCUBA dive.  She sailed alone, in her own yacht, to Islands in the Caribbean and she SCUBA dived in some exotic waters, taking pictures with an underwater camera.  She talked about her trips with many neighbours and she was invited to some exclusive country clubs and fancy old folk’s homes to show her colour slides of most exotic underwater life.  Paid handsome fees by country clubs, she was invited often to their parties.  The old folks loved her talks and often asked her to just stick around for dinner and an evening’s entertainment.  Meeting wealthy men was easy and she dated two retired physicians who had lavished her with jewelry and expensive knick-knacks.  Doctors, James O’Hare and Percy Wittenberg, were great in bed and she enjoyed them, separately and together.  This most active threesome started living all together and were happy and contented with each other’s company and sexual performances.

In February, three companions sailed due east to old Bermuda.  Bobby, as the captain of the trio, found a tiny island south of Nassau and remained there, sleeping in the nude, on isolated beaches for a month.  They’d brought enough supplies to last a month and started back to old Fort Lauderdale in March.  A storm beset them and the yacht was damaged and immobilized.  Rescued by the Coast Guard, with a crew of younger men, the doctors, Jim and Percy, gave up Bobby to fulfill her wishes to lay all the crewmen personally and with vigour and great gratitude.  Back home in old Fort Lauderdale, the happy trio, re-united once again, resumed their happy times in bed, or otherwise.

Her family was reconciled with her life style and many visits by her children and her siblings and their families became a frequent thing for Bobby, Percy and her James.  Her grandchildren were quite delighted by the trio of their grandparents and often spent some extra time with them on school vacations and on holidays.  This allowed her children to take a break and go off somewhere by themselves while their children had a happy place to stay.  One of Bobby’s daughters got divorced and came to her quite sadly for a month.  Our Doctor Percy was enchanted by his Bobby’s daughter, Isobel, and spent a lot of quiet time with her, just walking on the beach.  He reached out for her soul and was rewarded by a quite sensational and highly charged affair and sexual adventure.  Similarly, Bobby’s other daughter, separated from her husband, separated Doctor Jimmy from his Bobby.  In the end, our Bobby was alone again and had to start another life.

Ms. Bobby didn’t take a lot of time to find Herr Josef Blumenauer and take off with him for Switzerland for a long vacation.  Joe was formerly a physiology professor in the Physiology Laboratory of the University of Berne.  He took our Bobby to the restaurants that he had haunted during all those years in Switzerland.  His favourite was one beside the tiny waterfall and hydro generator near Berne, Die Schwellemetali.  He ordered trout for both of them and showed her how to watch while waiters went outside and fished for a fresh trout and sautéed it right at their table.  Bobby loved it, as she loved the restaurant in Simmental, a valley near the Simi Mountain, at the eastern end of the Swiss Alps.  In that great restaurant, one entered a back pen chock full of clucking, lively, plump white-feathered chickens and one picked a plump one for one’s dinner entrée.  It was killed and plucked in front of Bobby and her new companion and barbequed beside their table.  The Béarnaise sauce was uebersaftig when ‘twas spread upon the chicken halves and served with local wine, a Cabernet Sauvignon blanc.  Bobby loved the Watch and Music Box Museum up in Neuchatel, the cruises on the Geneva’s Lake, and the Jazz extravaganza en la Chateau de Monteux.

Our Bobby lived alone again and seemed content with sailing and her SCUBA diving with her underwater Leica camera.  Adele de Ville, a wealthy woman from Dundee in Scotland, fell in love with Bobby and confessed her love to her.  Our Bobby thought, “Oh, what the Hell?” and thus invited this adorable Adele to live with her.  She was surprised how easily it was to love another woman.  Bobby found it tenderly exciting.  Ms. Adele enjoyed some games in bed, including S & M, they each rotating being Masoch and de Sade.  She liked the playful masquerade and playful punishment because of mock behaviours suited to the S & M play acting.  Both the women were quite educated and quite knowledgeable with regard to sexual activities.  Ms. Bobby’s kith and kin were quite accepting of her relationship with adorable Adele.

Adele and Bobby liked to travel to the Southwest of America.  They stayed awhile at a dude ranch in Wickenburg, in Arizona, and they spent some time in San Francisco, in the homosexual communities.  They travelled slowly up the coast to Oregon and Washington and crossed the border to explore Vancouver, Banff and Edmonton, as well as Winnipeg and Thunder Bay, Toronto and Quebec, Moncton, Halifax, Vermont, Schenectady and New York City, Atlanta and New Orleans, before returning to Fort Lauderdale.  They enjoyed the many lesbians they met and enjoyed the sexual adventures with them.  In old Fort Lauderdale, Adele decided to return, alone, to Dundee and her family.  The parting of the partners was a tearful one.  Ms. Bobby was alone again.  She missed her friend, Adele de Ville, tremendously.

Adele had always said to Bobby, “You should try your hand at writing and at painting.  You have a way with words that is quite wonderful.  You might enjoy expressing some emotions and some thoughts on paper and on canvas.  Water colours are an inexpensive medium to try.  You have a lap top for your emails.  I’m sure it has a writing programme and a way of taking diary entries, like a blog.  I think that you would get some local and world-wide audiences to have an interest in some expressions of your turmoil and your joys.  You might really like to do it and publishing these days on internet, both words and images, is easily accomplished, I have heard.”  So, Bobby, cautiously, at first, started blogging and some water colour paintings on some water colour paper.  She liked it very much.  An example of her poetry is recorded here:

An Easter Island

Head looks to the East and does

Await the Yellow

I want to buy an elephant, I do…

I have the effing flu and kangaroo;

Perchance I’ll drool for Harry’s tool and stool –

I think I’ll go out riding on my mule.

Ms. Tinkerbelle can tell a bell to go

To hell in hand baskets designed to show

A beau that lo, the bell doth toll for Crowe,

The Russell Aussie, who doth really know.

All hale and hearty safety pins

Can prick a farmer in his shins;

While he is doubled up in pain,

A train could kill him dead, in bed.

Anon, the moonlight shone its light

Upon the likes of Mistress Knight

And make a sight to see in bright

Sun light for all to fly a kite.

Forsooth and molar tooth, a booth

Is like a sailing vessel loosed

Upon the Truth of Shirley Couth

Who yearned to take on Baby Ruth.

A tree in Brookline asks for me to see

The bumblebee who feels a little free

To sting an elephant or aardvark in

The knee at Ben Kafuffles’ lovely Inn.

Methinks the man doth hanker for a piece

Of every woman who appears at Peace

And Harmony.  He wants to feel he is

A potent force for all showboating biz.

A whiz at mathematics, Izzy, aced

All geometric problems that he faced.

He introduced the algebraic notes

That simplified just all of Macy’s floats.

Suffice to say, in Hudson’s Bay, the way

Of Guggenheim is rhymed in liquid clay.

Ms. Bobby found she saw herself as authoress.  She gathered all her poems in a book and published it on Google’s Blogger.  Her audience became enlarged to every corner of the Earth including Mandalay and Bay of Pigs.  A publisher approached her on the internet and made an offer for her copyrighted odes and poems and fiction prose.  She was already rich so this meant extra money to be spent on luxuries and silly items like a cappuccino maker.  Knopf, the Publisher advanced her thirty thousand and a promise to reward her with extensive royalties.  Ms. Bobby went ahead and did accept the generous kind offer for some compensation.  She did negotiate and got an offer for some fifty thousand US dollars plus a hefty ten percent of sales and profits.  Her lawyer took a hefty fee to check the contract over and he said it passed all legal terms for her to sign.

“A POEM A DAY & THE BLUES AWAY,” sold right away.  The first run sold out in a week.  The second run of fifty thousand copies took a month to sell.  The bookstores offered her some cash to come around and sign some books for customers and she complied.  Her biggest selling crowds came to Chicago and New York, Toronto and Vancouver, Atlanta and New Orleans.  She liked the signing of her books and met a lot of people, face-to-face who had a lot of compliments about her poetry.  She liked the ego-building criticisms that were in her favour, and also liked the ones that weren’t.  She learned the most from readers who were critical of poems that were so silly.  Bobby’s total time was spent in these excursions to the book stores to enhance her sales.  The Publisher was pleased and asked her for another effort.

Bobby started writing novelettes.  She liked to build her characters with adverse personalities in order to create the tension that a reader liked to read.  She tried to write some mysteries but didn’t like them.  She also didn’t like non-fiction ‘cause the facts must be quite accurate and much research was needed to accomplish this.  She stuck to writing longer shortened stories about complicated personalities and found it fascinating to create two characters and let them go upon her pages to create some tension, climax and denouement.  Some of these short stories had a way of getting longer and more complicated, and more satisfying.  She found some characters would last beyond her story and she able to make a series with a central character, who was the vehicle for action in her novelettes.  One such character was quite a lot like the personality she thought of as her own.  Her stories often went through episodes exactly as she lived them.  She liked to have her heroine attract much younger men.  She liked to tell of sexual adventures that were similar to her own memories of what she’d done.  Sylvester Slinky came to be her favourite protagonist.  Her heroine, a Lorelei Macdonald, was mainly like a Bobby with some more attractive attributes.  She learned to make disguises for the real main characters that she endured or loved.  She learned to weave a story line with expertise and flowery enhancement.  Finally she learned to use Shakespearean big flaws which led to quick demises or a great love story.

Bobby’s reputation spread.  Translations of her books in many languages enhanced her sales and profits.  She learned that sometimes a direct translation was erroneous.  An example is fantastic which is not exactly, “Fantastique.”  The Berlioz, La Symphonie Fantastique, means a symphony concerned with fantasies, and not a symphony that’s really great.  She learned to swear in other languages, and found some special meanings for some touchy subjects.  An example is the slang for Homosexual in Paris is, “Un Lapin Chaud,” while in Berlin, a gay man is, “Ein Warmer Mann”.  She also learned that Beethoven wrote instructions for his symphonies, sometimes, in dialects of German found in old Vienna.  For example, when he wanted something played quite slow and draggy, he would write, “spiel episs schlependlich,” a Yiddish sounding phrase that means the same in music as it means for individuals.  A response to common phrases, like, “Wie geht es ihnen?” or just simply, “wie gehts?” meaning “How goes it, (with you?”) could sometimes  get a quick reply, “Oi episs schlependlich,” in Yiddish.

Bobby was a very wealthy widow.  Novels like, “THE PHOENIX INTO WICKENBURG,” and “THE STRUMPET IN THE DELL,” were great best-sellers for a year and made the lists of Oprah and her fans.  Her publisher was quite relentless seeking profits and demanding more and more, she write the books that pleased the readers of the world.  Her signing tours now reached some countries she had never visited before, like Russia and Japan.

In Japan she met a Jewish man who had already managed to peruse her every word.  He owned a bookstore right downtown in Tokyo, where Bobby had a signing stop on her world tour.  Her books were prominently on display, in English and in Japanese.  The owner, Benjamin Pierre de Wasserman, was enchanted by her.  She was strongly interested in his name and history.  They broke for sake, sweet roll and an herbal tea, in a next door, gourmet coffee shop.  They started talking and it was obvious they liked each other very much.  This Benjamin was born in West Berlin in Germany and reared in Paris, France.  His parents were Israelis that had travelled for their own amusement and the strong promotion of their import-export business that they’d started in Afghanistan.  He’d been thrice married and divorced three times in France and Germany and Switzerland.  He had eight children born in different countries, who would often visit him, in Tokyo.

Roberta found him just like Arthur in his personality and even in appearance.  They went to dinner and enjoyed some gourmet food in Nippon's famous buffet restaurant, the Mandarin.  They talked and started holding hands and touching knees.  At the end of their big meal, Pierre invited Bobby to return with him to his small paper house high up on foothills, overlooking downtown Tokyo.  Pierre had silken robes.  They changed without a hesitation in revealing private parts.  In several moments they disrobed completely to enjoy the bath within his house.  Two tiny Japanese young women served them sake while they soaked.  The servants wore kimonos with two chopsticks in their heaped up hairdos.  They had tiny feet and hands.  After bathing, the diminutive women laid them prone upon two pads and walked along their spines, a most relaxing old technique.  The Japanese young women tidied up and left he happy couple to relax in a big bed bedecked with silken sheets.  Benjamin was sweet and loving.  He proceeded slowly at the onset of their making love but felt Roberta’s urgency to be handled fiercely, almost forcefully.  She screamed and thanked him graciously.  She put back on her daytime clothes and had Ben call a taxi.  She left him with a tender kiss and hug and made a date to have another evening together in two days.  They both had time to think things over ere they met again, next day, at Benjamin’s old bookstore.  All their feelings for each other were so strongly positive, they made a date directly for that evening, not to skip a day of abject pleasure.

Roberta finished off her tour in Seoul, in South Korea.  She returned to Tokyo to spend a week with Benjamin before returning to her condominium in old Fort Lauderdale.  She sold her furniture and many other old possessions.  She sublet her large, luxuriously appointed condo and she called her children to inform them of her plans to move to Tokyo and take up residence with Benjamin who had suggested this.  Roberta was real happy to be loved, again.  She was quite happy, also, in finding she was so in love, again.  Her career in writing could be carried out from Tokyo with internet.  Benjamin was thrilled to keep his store and his star author closely, for himself.  They happy couple experienced a love which deepened gradually.  By the time they could retire to co-habitat the paper house in Tokyo, they’d take marriage vows.  Their advancing ages deepened even more their love.  They died so peacefully at ages 91 and 92.  Their ashes were divided in small portions, by the myriads of children, grandchildren and great grandchildren, who came to see memorials of them, at readings of last wills and testaments, of Bobby and her Benjamin Pierre.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

August 22, 2013