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A Woman In Full:
Sharon's Journey Continues
Author's Note: A Woman in Full is the sequel to Sharon's journey, the
story of a young man who, with the help of a woman, became a woman and
found love, strength and some heartache along the way. If you have not
yet done so, please read Sharon's Journey, so to better know the
characters and the history. I hope you enjoy this next effort.
Part I
A Dinner at Home
The framed photograph on the mantle caught Sharon's eye. Of all the
changes in the living room that had taken place over the past year, it
was the smallest in size but the one that touched her heart the most.
The antique desk at which she wrote, the hurricane lamps, the scatter
rugs and the newly finished hardwood floor all helped make it the kind
of home of which she had dreamed, even as it faced her beloved Gramercy
Park, but it was the photo that reaffirmed every day how right she had
been to follow her heart.
She had wanted Jocelyn to wear a dress; Jocelyn had preferred a
pantsuit; they had settled on a lovely tailored navy skirt suit with a
soft white satin blouse, suntan stockings and navy spike heel pumps.
Sharon, in turn, had finally agreed to the full bridal gown that she
had, deep down, been dying to wear but had feared would be "too much".
Sharon closed her eyes for a moment, remembering how wonderful she had
felt that day, standing in her full satin gown with the tight lace
bodice, her white spike heel sandals, with the delicate white lace bra
underneath and the sinfully delicate sheer white panties and white lace-
top thigh highs. She could still imagine her "thing", half hard and
already dripping with desire while Julie, her best girlfriend and matron
of honor, had fussed with her veil.
She opened her eye and smiled as she caught sight of herself in the
mirror above the mantle, seeing herself in her blue capris and pink
turtleneck. A housewife, and proud to be so. It still sometimes took her
breath away when she reflected on it.
The wedding had been a small private affair on Cape Cod. They had chosen
Massachusetts since it had legalized gay marriage, and Jocelyn had noted
that since Sharon had legally changed her name and her identity, it was
easier that way. Rod, who had been Jocelyn's witness, had asked a friend
from Boston to officiate. George had given the bride away.
In the aftermath of their temporary separation, Jocelyn had begged
Sharon for her hand. Before Sharon could answer, Jocelyn had provided
for her financial security, setting aside a large fund that would
provide an income for her should anything ever happen to separate them.
"It's not necessary," Sharon had said.
But Jocelyn had been adamant, and at one point had broken down and
cried.
"She was right to insist," Julie had said afterward. Julie Mumford was
her closest friend, one of the few who knew her secret. "After all, she
did coax you into this new life, and you were left on your own for all
those months. And since you didn't want a pre-nup, this was the best
solution."
She was jolted from her reverie by the ringing phone.
"Hey, baby," Jocelyn cooed. Sharon smiled. She knew the tone - it would
be an early night.
"Hi, Ms. Bigshot," she replied. Jocelyn's appointment as CFO had just
become permanent, and they were both still basking in the glow of
success.
"I just wanted to let you know I'll be home about 6:30. You want to go
out for dinner tonight?"
"Sort of a celebration for the early Friday night?"
"I know. It's been a drain lately, but..."
"It's okay. I've been able to spend a couple of evenings at the
restaurant, giving Carol Anne a break. Anyway, what would you like for
desert?"
Jocelyn gave her most seductive feminine giggle. "You know what I like."
Sharon's nub stirred inside her panties, and she gave a little giggle of
her own.
"I'll see what I can do," she said before kissing the phone and hanging
up.
She had just started to get dinner ready, doing some preliminary slicing
and chopping, when she heard giggling in the hallway. Knowing whom the
voice belonged to, she opened the door. Sure enough, there was David,
now 15, dressed as Deanna.
Deanna's long blonde hair tumbled down over her shoulders with mad
abandon. She was wearing the uniform of a girls' uptown parochial high
school - a short pleated baby blue skirt, white blouse, white knee socks
and black ballet flats. As Sharon opened the door to her apartment, the
boy who was trying to kiss Deanna, and who wore the uniform of an all-
boys school, backed away.
"Deanna, what's going on?" Sharon demanded.
"I...um..." the boy stammered, then turned and dashed out the front door.
Deanna waited until it had slammed shut before she burst out laughing.
Sharon waved her inside.
"That's the third time in as many weeks," Sharon noted. Deanna was still
laughing, but the harsh tone in her voice pulled Deanna up short. "Your
mother doesn't know you get out of school early and do this, does she?"
Sharon knew that Deanna had a weekly appointment for an allergy shot
that got her out of school an hour early. It was enough time for her to
get the shot, come home and change, usually into her schoolgirl outfit,
and wander around the city. She had recently learned that she could
flirt convincingly with boys her age.
"I love how they look at me," she said. "I love that hungry look in
their eyes, and I love that I make them look like that."
Deanna looked at the floor.
"You're not going to tell her, are you?" she asked.
"If you keep this up, I will. Deanna, honey, you need to understand just
how dangerous a game you are playing. That boy was about to kiss you.
Suppose I hadn't been home?"
Deanna continued to stare at the floor.
"I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to know how it feels for a girl to be
kissed by a boy."
Sharon sat down next to Deanna and touched her cheek.
"You've decided you like boys?"
"Not exactly. I like being liked by boys, the fact that I can dress like
a high school girl, and to them I AM a high school girl. When I flirt
and they react..." she finished with a shrug.
Sharon smiled and nodded. How often had she done the same thing? It was
fun, and more than anything else, completed the sense that she was a
woman.
"I know," she said aloud. "But you have to remember that you are not
entirely a girl. Kissing is sweet, but it leads somewhere - to touching,
to intimacy. There are boys and men who would like it, be excited by it,
but there is a lot of danger there if you don't really know them."
"I know."
"I don't know if you do. You flirt with strangers in public. That's
extremely dangerous."
Deanna suddenly leaned over and hugged her. Sharon kissed her on the
head.
"Nobody understands me like you do," Deanna said with a deep sigh.
"Sometimes, I wish you were my mother."
Sharon straightened up and looked her in the eye.
"Don't ever say that. Your mother is a wonderful woman, and she wants so
much to do the right thing by you. She understands you far better than
you realize - lots of Tgirls would kill to have such a supportive mom."
Deanna looked at the floor.
"Sorry."
The phone rang. Sharon excused herself to answer it. It was Jocelyn's
number again.
"Hi, darling." The voice was soft, and Sharon's heart sank. Plan change.
"What's up?" she asked. The momentary hesitation made her scrunch up her
toes.
"Holloran wants to have a quiet dinner with me to discuss some financial
mess. He seems very perturbed, and I think it could be serious - not for
me, of course, but for others. I tried to send all those little signals
to tell him not tonight, but..."
Brad Holloran, the CEO, had impressed Sharon. He had made Jocelyn a true
partner in managing the company, and while he sometimes seemed a little
uncomfortable with Jocelyn's and Sharon's marriage, he was always
cordial to her. Her radar was telling her something important was in the
offing.
"Why not invite him here?"
"I couldn't do that! You don't have anything ready, we were planning on
going out."
"Invite him and his wife."
There was a momentary silence, and Sharon could sense the gears turning.
Darla Towson Holloran was a dozen years younger than her husband. Sharon
had met her twice, both times very briefly, and wasn't sure how they
would get along. This would be a good chance to find out.
"Are you sure?" Jocelyn asked at last.
"Positive. Just let me know as soon as he accepts. Love you."
As soon as she hung up, Deanna got up.
"I'd better go," she said. "Thanks for talking."
"Just make sure you were listening, girl!"
After Deanna left, Sharon was still smiling, thinking how lucky she was
that she had a mother who was so willing to let her be herself. Sharon,
as Ray, hadn't been nearly so lucky, and it still hurt that Anita, his
older sister who had so eagerly dressed him in her clothes when they
were children, had been unable to accept this wonderful life.
Sharon had sent Anita a 5x7 wedding photo. There had been no response.
The phone rang a few minutes later.
"He was very surprised," Jocelyn said. "But he just called me back and
said that he and his wife would be there at 7:00. I hope that's okay."
"Fine. Do you know where he had been planning to take you?"
Jocelyn thought for a moment.
"Yes, he had mentioned a seafood place over by the East River."
"Thought so. Okay, fine. Any chance you'll be home a little earlier?"
"Yes. 6:00 at the latest. And thank you, darling! You are the very, very
best!"
As soon as she put the phone down, she grabbed her purse from the dining
room table and her pink jacket from the hall closet, stopped to make a
couple of mental notes, and then locked up the apartment.
As she came down the front steps, she felt the chill of the late March
afternoon. The trees in Gramercy Park were laden with buds, and she was
happy that spring would soon be upon them. She walked quickly along
Gramercy Park West and then turned left on 20th Street and headed for
Second Avenue.
"Hey, girlfriend!" Julie called from inside the park. Little Bryan was
toddling about and Megan was playing with other children her age. At
nearly eight, it wouldn't be long before her interests ranged well
beyond what was in the park.
"Gotta run!" Sharon called. "Dinner!"
Julie laughed and waved.
Once on Second, it was a short walk to the fish store. Guillermo, the
store's young owner, greeted her as she came in.
"Big dinner tonight, Willie," she said. "Jocelyn's bringing home the
boss and his wife."
"What's the plan, doll?"
"Not sure. What looks good?"
"I got some nice scallops here, just came in a little while ago."
She thought about it. Coquille St. Jacques was one of Jocelyn's
favorites. She had that one recipe from the Times that didn't use heavy
cream, but it took a while.
"Not today, Willie. Not enough time. What else do you have?"
"You like mussels? Real nice ones here."
"Willie," she said with an exasperated laugh, "I have to think about a
main course, here!"
He chuckled, but then she turned serious.
"Wait. How about some filets? What do you have for me that's filleted?"
"Ooh, si! Si! I got some nice salmon here, and some cod, flounder...oh,
almost forgot! How about some nice lemon sole?"
"That's it!"
He showed her the filets laid out on ice.
"A little small, I know, but very good fish, very fresh," he said. She
smiled and nodded.
"Give me the four best ones you have, Willie and a dozen mussels."
When he'd wrapped them in plastic and bagged them, she paid him. As he
gave her change, she said, "Thank you, Willie. You're a lifesaver."
"Ah, saving a life...deserves a little something extra, si?"
And he leaned over the counter.
"It certainly does," she said, leaning over and kissing his sweaty,
stubbly cheek, leaving a tiny smudge of lipstick. He blushed a little as
she wiped it off.
"Wouldn't want Nilsa to get the wrong idea," she said.
As she walked back to the house, she ran over in her mind the steps for
poaching the fish and making the sauce, which she now had to do
together. Normally, she'd have made the sauce in advance.
"Shit!" she said aloud as she turned on to 20th Street, realizing she
was out of wax paper, which she would need to set between the layers of
filets as they cooked. She doubled back to the small grocery, made her
purchase, and raced home.
She showered first, then blew dry her hair and put on a black satin and
lace bra, with matching boyshorts and garter belt. Stockings would come
later. Then she pulled on a tee shirt and an old denim skirt for cooking
and dashed back to the kitchen.
By the time Jocelyn walked in at 6:45, the fish was poaching in the oven
and she was getting ready to saute fresh asparagus. Sharon had already
done her makeup and was wearing a silk teal dress, tan stockings and
black pumps with a 3" heel.
"I'm so sorry..." Jocelyn blurted as she burst in, out of breath.
"Don't worry," Sharon said, "I have everything under control."
And she did. Jocelyn saw the table was set for four places with their
best china and crystal. A bottle of white wine was open and sitting in
an ice bucket. Two candelabras graced the table with new candles, which
Jocelyn knew Sharon would light just at 7:00.
"You're a wonder," she said, taking Sharon's hands in hers. "And you're
beautiful."
"Thank you. You, on the other hand, are a mess. Please go fix yourself."
Sharon laughed as Jocelyn dashed to the bedroom, but when the bell rang
at 7:10, she was ready and answered the door in a lovely black dress,
black sheer nylons and black suede pumps.
"Hello Darla, Brad. I think you've both met Sharon?"
Darla and Sharon exchanged air kisses, then Brad took her hand for a
moment.
"Would you like cocktails, or would you prefer to sit right down to
dinner?" Sharon asked. She smiled inwardly as both Jocelyn and Darla
turned to Brad for a decision.
"Well, if it's all the same to you ladies," he said, "it's been a very
long day for me, and whatever Sharon has cooked up smells just
wonderful."
Sharon gave her most dazzling smile.
"Then, Jocelyn, if you'll do the honors with the wine, we can get
started with the salads."
As was their custom when they had guests for dinner, Jocelyn sat at the
head of the table, which also happened to be farthest from the kitchen,
while Sharon sat at the foot. Darla and Brad sat across from one
another.
"Wonderful wine," Brad noted.
"Sharon gets the credit for both food and wine," Jocelyn said.
Sharon finished her salad first and quietly slipped out to the kitchen.
She was surprised when Darla came in a moment later with the other three
salad plates.
"Oh, please, I can handle that," Sharon said. Darla smiled.
"Normally, I wouldn't. But I think those two will have a lot to talk
about, and it was so very thoughtful of you to have us over on such
short notice. And I do so hope we will be friends."
Sharon saw that they were about the same age.
"No reason why not," Sharon replied, and took Darla's hands in hers for
a moment.
"You need to know something, if Jocelyn hasn't already told you. The
company is in for a very rough time. Some kind of dispute on the board
of directors, shareholders getting riled. Bradley seems to think they
are both going to be the targets of some intense criticism."
"But Jocelyn has only been CFO for a fairly short time."
"I know. Bradley thinks they'll be targeted together because it will be
easy to get her to walk away. That will leave him alone at the top, and
vulnerable."
She saw the look in Darla's eyes.
"Jocelyn is made of strong stuff," Sharon said, taking Darla's hands
again. "And I like your husband - there's strength there, I think."
Darla nodded.
"If you take the platter with the fish," Sharon said, "I can manage the
asparagus and the mussel sauce."
It took a moment.
"Oh. Sure, of course."
Together, they walked back into the dining room. Brad's eyes lit up when
he saw the main course.
"Oh, hey," he said. "Now, that's really thoughtful."
"Not at all," Sharon said. "Fridays in Lent, after all. Jocelyn reminded
me."
Jocelyn tried not to look stunned, and Darla pretended not to notice.
"Well, I think it was very thoughtful of both of you," she said. "Brad
and I try to be observant."
Conversation through dinner was lively at first, but began to taper off.
There was no missing the look of anxiety on Brad's face.
Sharon was not surprised when Darla helped her clear away the dishes.
Their conversation was light and limited to chit chat as they got the
dishes into the dishwasher and Sharon put the coffee on. She had opened
a second bottle of wine for dinner and then a third, and Darla was
reaching for the bottle for a refill when she stopped herself.
"No," she said, as much to herself as to Sharon. "I am not going to do
that."
"I can take that out of your way, if you'd like," Sharon said, then did
so before Darla could answer. Darla watched her as she replaced the cork
and then placed it on a shelf on the door of the refrigerator.
"I hope you like strawberry shortcake. I'm afraid I made it yesterday. I
just didn't have time to make a desert, too, by the time we made dinner
plans."
When they returned to the dining room, Brad and Jocelyn were talking
seriously. Sharon tried to be unobtrusive, but Brad stopped what he was
saying as soon as she walked in, and he bathed her in a warm smile.
"I was just saying," he said to her, "it really all boils down to a
financing transaction that we did a couple of years ago, the year
Jocelyn joined us as a senior VP. I believe," he added, turning to
Jocelyn, "you advised us on the proper accounting treatment. Basically,
it was a swap, and it reverses out this year.'
"So," Sharon asked, "what's so controversial about it?"
"That's just it. It shouldn't be controversial at all. It's a simple,
medium-term financing technique that companies use all the time. But
some whistle-blower type apparently thinks we're engaging in 'income
smoothing'. That's crazy, of course. It's management's responsibility to
make sure a business is adequately capitalized at all times."
He went on to explain that since the company was a publicly traded
corporation, it was subject to Securities and Exchange Commission
regulations. No wanted the SEC to get involved, of course, so he was
hoping that all that would need be done was to assure the board that
nothing improper had occurred.
"What happens if the SEC gets involved?" Sharon asked. Brad rolled his
eyes. It would be a nightmare. There could be charges of civil fraud,
with possible jail time.
"But you said this was routine," Sharon pressed.
"And it was. Jocelyn can attest to that. But you never know what some
crusading prosecutor looking to make a name for himself is going to make
of it. Even when they know they don't have a case, they know it can be
ruinous for people to defend themselves, so they keep pressing until
they get a plea deal and look like heroes."
Sharon glanced over at Darla; she was ashen. She reached over and gave
Darla's hand a little squeeze. Darla gave a weak smile.
"Don't worry, Babe," Brad said. "We've been in tough spots before. But
when you've got good friends and allies, they always seem to work out."
"What was all that about Fridays in Lent?" Jocelyn asked after they'd
gone. "I never said anything about that. How did you know?"
"I know because I had twelve years of parochial school and had it
pounded into me," Sharon said with a laugh. "And, his last name is
Holloran - Irish, so probably Catholic."
"But not necessarily observant."
"No. But when you told me he had planned on taking you for seafood, it
was a pretty good chance."
Jocelyn pulled her near and held her.
"Well, thank you. And you even gave me the credit."
"Wouldn't have done me any good," Sharon replied with a laugh. "In any
event, I don't think Darla was fooled, but she won't rat you out."
Jocelyn noted that she and Darla seemed to hit it off. Sharon turned
serious.
"I like her. And him, too. They're close, like us. She's very
frightened."
Jocelyn nodded.
They each showered and got into their night things. By the time Sharon
came out of the bedroom, Jocelyn had been sitting in the darkened living
room, staring out at the park, her gaze drawn to the flickering
gaslights on the buildings along 20th Street.
Sharon walked around the back of the sofa and leaned over to rest her
head on Jocelyn's.
"Do you remember what I promised at our wedding?" she asked. "When I
said, 'for better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in
health'?"
"I know. I promised the same thing."
"I meant it. Every word."
"So did I."
Sharon kissed her on the head.
"I need to ask you this, because you are a strong and proud woman,"
Sharon said. "Did you do anything wrong?"
The pause told her that Jocelyn was actually reviewing things in her
mind before answering, and she was glad of that.
"No."
"Not even a little?"
"No. Not at all."
"What about Brad?"
This time the pause was longer.
"I'm not sure. I don't think so, but I'm honestly not sure."
Sharon had planned on staying up late and writing, but now she decided
against it. Instead, she made some herb tea for them both and urged
Jocelyn to join her for an early bedtime.
They had just settled into bed and into each other's arms, a reflex.
Sharon held Jocelyn close, then sat up in bed.
"I will stand by you always," she said. "No matter what. But you must
honor me in one particular way: you must take my advice when I give it
to you. Your own judgment, usually excellent, is clouded in this.
"If you are always true to me, then I must always stand by you. And I
will. If you can take the heat, then so can I. But you must take my
advice. Will you do that?"
Jocelyn leaned over and kissed Sharon on the cheek, a sign of agreement.
"Good. I want you to talk to Jack Mumford tomorrow. He's a great
attorney, and he's a great friend."
"Is he even still taking on work like this?"
"Julie says he is, and a wife would know, wouldn't she?"
"I'm just worried about what it might look like if I'm already running
to a lawyer."
Sharon pointed out that Jack was perfect for that reason - he was, first
and foremost, a friend.
"Besides, I think we have to agree that the only appearances we're going
to care about for a while are the ones Jack tells us matter. Okay?"
"Okay."
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