Shit.

Random. Not so random tidbit from something else.

"Cancer?" Lisa pondered. "He never told me that."

"That's the kind of man he is. He never liked for anyone to take care of him. He'd rather suffer in silence before he'd ever look weak."

Lisa understood. He was strong, but she thought they were better than that. "He could've told me. We've talked about everything, but why wouldn't he tell me that. Why leave me in the dark?"

"I can only assume he didn't want you to worry," Tyka chimed in. "He never liked people worrying about him. But he'd always make sure you were taken care of."

"—you were taken care of." Lisa joined her. "How long did he have it?"

"He was diagnosed, maybe, three years ago."

"Was he taking something called Hexalen?" Seeing Tyka's nod, she broke. He was dying right before her and she hadn't even known.

Tyka encased her in a hug, trying to calm the shaken young woman. "I'm so sorry, Lisa."

For some time Tyka had disappeared in Nelson's study, leaving Lisa to sit in stillness. Her eyes scanned the home, memories playing out before her.

"I'm sorry it took so long. I wanted to make sure I got everything." Tyka placed a folder on the table. "This is a copy his will. His lawyer will have all the other documents you'll need."

"Documents?"

"Yeah, documents to his assets. He left you the deed to the house. This one and the one in Minnesota. There's also the titles to his cars. The information to transfer funds from his accounts into your own. He left you everything."

"That can't be right. Why would he do that—""

She was interrupted by Tyka handing over an envelope. On it, her name written in his script. She gently took it into her hands, handling it as it was the most fragile thing she'd ever received.
Flipping it to the back, it was sealed shut. Gently she pried it open.

Lisa,

In the drawer of my office desk, there's a false bottom. In there you should find a DVD. My lawyer has a copy of it, just in case. Yours is a little different. That's just for you.

Love you always,
Nelson

Tyka watched as Lisa fumbled with the drawer of his office desk, pushing and pushing until it lifted. There like he mentioned, a disc with her name scribbled on the front. "May I," Lisa spoke aloud. Without another word his sister left Lisa in the office.

After powering on his computer Lisa inserted the disc. Within a few seconds a title screen appeared. There was one listing dated from December. She hovered the cursor over it for a while before finding the courage to click it.

There he was, pushed up on the camera, adjusting it. He looked directly in the eye of the lens as he adjusted the focus. Muttering obscenities as he went. It made her giggle, already knowing he was frustrated. "Shut up," he chimes. "It isn't funny." He took a step back, throwing a wink her way. "There. Hope I'm still in focus. You know it's been acting up since that trip. I kept forgetting to get another."

He sat on the couch. The smile he held now gone.

"This is Nelson Rogers. The day is December 21, 2011. I'm making this, just in case my family is questioning anything stated in my will. In September 2011 I made several chances regarding the distribution of my assets. I've done so in complete sound, mind and body. Lisa Wilkins is sole beneficiary of my finances, my vehicles, and my homes in Minnesota, Illinois, and Louisiana. Everything."

Lisa's eyes widened.

"Don't worry, Lisa. You know I've taken care of my family. They're good. I just want to take care of you for as long as I'm able to." He continued about an array of other things regarding his family. Explaining to those watching that checks were already cut and set aside for them. He then closed with asking his sister to respect his wishes of being cremated. Of giving his ashes to Lisa if she wanted them. The formalities came to close and he seemed to be staring off into the camera.

"Lisa," he uttered. "I'm so sorry, baby. I should've told you. I just didn't know how. That's a lie," he confessed. "I was selfish. I met a beautiful young woman who was willing to explore with me. I could only think you'd go running if you knew I was a sick old man." He suddenly laughed to himself. "When I told you I was looking for fun, I wasn't lying. I was looking for someone to screw my frustrations away. Someone to spoil. Someone to spend whatever time I had left, living out a fantasy. Trying not to think about how little time I had."

"I subconsciously made you my little sugar baby, if you will. Yikes," he chuckled. "That sounds horrible." Lisa laughed along with him. "Everyday we spent together my heart grew a little more fonder. I wanted you a little closer. But in the back of my mind I just thought about my illness. Up until the day you told me you loved me I never tried to fight it. The day I said it back was when I decided to try. Maybe I tried a little too late. Maybe if I had sooner I'd still be there with you."

The water works were in overdrive as he spoke.

"Then I had to reevaluate things the day you hinted at commitment. It was something I knew would eventually come. I also knew my response would hurt you. I'd hoped you would explore other options so that when I left, you'd be okay. And to ease your mind, I'll tell you now that there was no one else. There never was. You've been the only one for some time now and I wish we had more. More time."

The doorbell could be heard ringing in the distance. "That's probably you. Guess I need to wrap this up. And about the inheritance, think of it as my last gift to you. I love you, Lisa." The doorbell rang a second time. "Damn you're impatient, but I wouldn't have you any other way."

Nelson ran off camera. The front door was opened and shut loudly. In walked them both. Lisa with her arms thrown over his shoulders. Her fingers running through his thinning hair. "I've missed you."

"Since you missed me so much. Wanna take care of daddy before dinner?"

Lisa moaned a soft yes while kissing down his naked. He turned them so she can't sit on the couch as she pleasured him. That's when she saw the camcorder still posted across the room.

"Nelson, you kink," she pushed him to the side and took hold on the camera. "And it's recording."

"Give me that," he laughed snatching it from her grasp. "I was doing something for work. "You know I would never just—"

The video ended.