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Caitlin and James - Part five
Chapter 16 - Reluctant witness for the prosecution
As I drive home to James' place, I wonder if he went through with his
promise. He probably didn't, because it's difficult to raise, he gets
nervous about drawing attention to himself, but really, wearing a skirt
would be such a small step after all the other stuff he does. Handbag,
earrings, girly hairstyles, make up. I don't blame him for being nervous,
then again I'd be angry at him breaking a promise.
One of the things that I like about him is the feminine part of him
brings a maturity that you wouldn't get in someone his age (22yo), and I
see the fact that I'm 10 years older than him as a positive. I really
like being in charge and the sex is fantastic. I also don't want a bossy
husband, if we get married Jamie might be the husband in the eyes of the
law, but he'll very much be a traditional housewife in my eyes.
I want a family but I also want my career. and I need a partner to be
supportive of that, and he's so domesticated, he loves cooking and doing
things for me.
Don't get me wrong, he's no pushover, if I cross a line he speaks up,
which is something that's good for me, I get a little hot headed
sometimes.
I really feel sorry for him, society is so masculine that it's okay for a
woman to be a tomboy and get away with it, but someone like James
seriously risks getting ridiculed for being so feminine. I reckon it
would kill him spiritually, and perhaps psychologically if he couldn't
express his very significant feminine side.
It's cute he's doing a university course, but I don't think he's that
bright. He uses a calculator, or pen and paper for what I would call the
simple arithmetic, and looks up words that, while not commonplace, aren't
that unusual either.
I get out of the car, and the door opens and Jamie comes rushing out
wearing a white dress with red flowers, he's wearing his hair down with
an alice band to match the flowers on his dress and he's still wearing
his hoops from this morning.
He rushes up to me and gives me a hug and a kiss. We walk inside.
"I'm thinking about doing a pork roast today, we can use the leftovers
for lunchtime sandwiches the rest of the week," he says holding the door
open for me.
I look at him, he's so adorable, he must have rushed home to change to
look beautiful for me.
"Or would you like to go for a run first," he asks.
"Darling, a roast sounds lovely, I went jogging last night, I need a
quiet night in to do a final review of my notes. I've got two preliminary
hearings tomorrow, and I reckon the other side, in another court case I'm
helping a colleague with, wants to bring the hearing forward and catch us
off guard, they won't get away with it but I've got to be ready for it
anyway." I say.
"Would you like a glass a glass of wine, or something stronger," he asks.
I look over at his well stocked bar and think I'll save the strong stuff
for Friday, and tell him wine would be lovely.
He goes off to get the chardonnay, I go into his study, and unpack my
files and set them out for later.
The room, which was probably originally a third bedroom has a desk and a
sofa bed. And since I've moved in James has set up a trestle table and a
block of drawers below it for me to work at, because he needs his desk of
university work. He offered the desk to me but I'm happy with the large
trestle table.
I go back to the dining room and James is in the kitchen with the pork
roast all set up in a tray on top of his stainless steel stove.
On the table are two glasses of chardonnay, I go to sit down.
James finishes fussing over a tray of vegetables, the microwave buzzer
goes off and he brings out some dim sims, plates and forks.
"I made these myself a few days ago, they're curry beef, tell me what you
think," he says sitting opposite me.
"The roast will be ready in just under an hour, the oven hasn't pre-
heated yet."
I tell him the dim sims are lovely, and mention I've never heard of curry
in dim sims.
"You could say I invented them, but I'd be surprised if no-one has tried
it before, but I've never heard of it before," he says, reaching over to
hold my hand.
"How was your day Caitlin?"
I tell him it was mostly mundane in the office preparing for cases, and
having meetings with colleagues who are assisting me. I also tell him a
bit about the cases.
He's impressed that I sound like a very senior person at work, that not
only do I have my own cases, I supervise others as well.
"Wow, it sounds like you're a partner or something, that's a very senior
lawyer isn't it," James says.
"Well it's one of a group of people who own and/or run a law firm, I'm
the most junior of the partners, I was promoted about a month before I
met you. I'm really just a dogsbody for the other partners, you know,
'help this guy', 'make sure she's on top of things etc.'"
I remember to stop talking about me and ask James how his day was.
"Oh excuse me Caitie, I've got to check on something," he says rushing
into the kitchen, the heels from the tan high-heel sandals I bought him
clip-clopping on the kitchen floor.
He puts the pork roast into the oven.
"Just 45 minutes until dinner, be right back," he says heading to the
hallway.
He comes out a minute later with my hair brush a water spray canister.
James undoes my hair, and starts brushing it.
"So how was your day James?"
"Just the usual. My life as a switchboard operator at an insurance
company isn't as interesting as yours, but it does allow me to read up on
my university notes when it's not busy," he says.
"But there are bushfires predicted for South Australia and Victoria,
won't that affect you," I say a little concerned he seem so lax about his
work.
"Well I have tomorrow off because I'm at uni in the afternoon. I only
work Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday. Auntie Mary left me this
house, so I don't need to work full-time, if I don't want to.
I ask if they were putting on extra staff and he says Pauline spent most
of the day arranging that, but he says he's dodged that bullet.
He says he spent the day answering calls from lots of people in areas
forecast for bushfires wanting cover notes. Getting their homes covered
before the fires start, and before those areas are excluded from cover.
"It was busier than usual but no big deal," he says brushing my hair.
"No big deal, I bet that meeting you promised to have was a big deal."
"Caitlin, your hair has really improved since we've started using that
product, you really should look after it better, it dries out with all
your surfing and also with the use of the hair dryer," he says ignoring
my question.
I stand up suddenly, which frightens him a little, and tell him to sit
down and look me in the eye.
"You promised me you'd asked about wearing skirts and dresses to work
today. Did you?"
"I will." he says nervously.
"When?"
"Soon."
"You promised today," I say, trying not to get too angry with him.
I tell him that I'm upset, but it's not about him being reluctant to wear
dresses and skirts, it's that he promised to do something, and he broke
that promise.
"Tell me with a straight face that you don't like dressing up all girly,
and we can go shopping for men's clothes on the weekend, I'll pay, and
then throw away all of your dresses and skirts, the waistcoats with the
pretty flowers, and all the girly jewellery," I say.
"No!"
"Then we can paint your bedroom blue, instead of dusty rose, and the
place will start looking like a home a young bachelor lives in ... after we
get rid of all of those Dolly, Cosmo, Madison, and Vogue magazines."
"It's your choice darling," I say, as I sit down an take another sip of
wine.
James is visibly upset, but I push on.
"Remember what I said yesterday, I think your current workplace is the
perfect, and very safe place to fully express your femininity, and you
need to do that to be who you are, and not go crazy with frustration," I
say.
"It's just that Pauline was so busy today and my issue seemed so
insignificant," he says.
"You would't really throw out my earrings, would you?" He asks.
"It's your choice darling. Who is Pauline?"
He tells me that she's the head of the Personal Insurance Division and
would be the one he'd be most comfortable in 'coming out to'.
I express my doubts that someone this senior would have time for him, and
suggests someone more junior, or human resources.
"Oh no, she regularly visits the switch room and Justine the switch
supervisor reports directly to her. She's really wonderful and regularly
compliments me on
my looks and remembers to ask about my studies," James says, suddenly
happy at the thought of how nice his boss's boss is.
"But she just didn't have time today, there was no way I could ask."
"Well you make time," I say.
"How?"
I tell him he either catches her when she first gets in, in the morning,
or last thing before she goes home. I then ask what time she gets in.
"Oh, usually at 8am, but tomorrow it'll be well before 8am, we have
people rostered on the phones half-an-hour early tomorrow because of the
fires," he says.
I suggests he calls her now, but he say he doesn't know her mobile
number. I find that surprising, especially as he works on the switch and
would have access to everyone's numbers at work.
"Pauline is very protective of her private time, only a very few people
at work know her cell phone number," James says.
I tell him surely he must know who those people are and tell him to make
an appointment with Pauline first thing tomorrow morning.
He protests that he isn't working tomorrow and has to go to uni for
classes.
"Do it. I'm still upset at you for breaking your promise," I say going to
the kitchen to get more chardonnay.
"Well there's Justine, and Tara, Pauline's PA Tara. She and I go back a
long way, we're best friends," he says.
"Well there shouldn't be a problem calling either right now," I say
topping off his glass and heading out to change into something more
comfortable.
In his bedroom I open the top drawer, remembering my side of the deal.
He certainly got excited at the thought of me wearing dresses and larger
earrings this morning.
I look at his nighties, I really can't bring myself to wear such girly
night gear. Even the plainer white cotton nighties are a bit far for me.
I guess I might be a bit of an opposite to Jamie.
I put on my pajama shorts and a t-shirt and browse through his jewellery
boxes.
Well, I'm not wearing those huge hoops, but I'll settle for something
smaller.
I pick out a pair of relatively small silver hoops that are about 2.5
centimetre in diameter and almost a centimetre across.
I have a little trouble putting them in, probably because I've only worn
studs the past few years, and these are more complicated to put in, but I
get there in a few minutes.
I look in Jamie's make-up mirror, adjust my hair, and have a look.
They're nice but the polished white-grey silver isn't much of a contrast
to my long blonde hair.
I opt for a similar pair of gold hoops about the same size. And I find
them easier to put in my ears.
I look in the mirror, primp my hair. Oh yes, they are very nice. I think
Jamie's jaw is going to crash to the floor when he sees me.
Geez I look great!
I should have got a pair of these for myself a long time ago.
I go out to the dining room, the long dining table is set with one place
at the head of the table (my place of honour, says Jamie) and one to the
left of that on the kitchen side of the table. The lights are turned down
and the candles on the table are lit. It's the same every time I have
dinner here.
One night I'll beat him to setting the table, extend the table even
longer so it seats 12 instead of the current eight and make him sit a one
end and me at my usual spot. I'll find that funny, but probably not
James, he takes dinner very seriously.
I take a sip of wine, stand and watch James in the kitchen - he hasn't
noticed that I'm here.
He's wearing an apron, sharpening his carving knife. The bell on the
stove timer dings, he wipes off the knife, puts on his oven mitts,
crouches down - I'm impressed that my boyfriend can do that in heels -
and pulls out plates, then the dish of vegetables and then the roast.
I move quickly over to him, worried he'll fall, to see if he needs help,
but he's alright, and he starts carving. Without turning around he senses
I'm there and asks me to plate up the veggies and potatoes.
He finishes carving and places the first lot of meat on one of the
plates, looks up and does a double take.
I smile and touch one of the earrings hanging from my ears and ask: "What
do you think?"
"Wow, they look fabulous on you. They look much better on you than me,"
he says, staring at me wide-eyed.
"Oh, I don't know about that. I could never pull off what your wearing,"
I say reaching over to play with his hair.
We finish preparations, and go to sit down and have dinner.
James tells me he's rung Tara, and she says Pauline will be in sometime
around 7.45am, she'll try to fit him in early, so he should be ready to
be there anytime from 7.45.
"So we'll need to leave here about 7.30," I say.
"You don't mind if I come with you? To give you some support," I ask.
He smiles and thanks me.
After dinner, I tell him that I'll clean up, because he needs to pick out
his clothes for tomorrow.
"If you're going to ask about dressing in a certain way at work, then
It'll help everyone if they get to see how you look," I say.
"Umm this is moving too quickly, couldn't I just show them pictures of
me," he says nervously.
"Are we going to go over this again? You've made your choice, now live
with it - besides, I'll be there, with you, wearing these earrings."
James smiles, kisses me, goes off to the bedroom and puts out his outfit
for the morning in the study.
I finish the dishes. it's not much work with the dishwasher and James
keeps the kitchen very neat when he cooks.
After that I inspect what he's going to wear.
It's the waistcoat with the bright blue flowers and a matching blue
blouse, the back of the waistcoat is mostly grey. as are his skirt and
stockings, but the pumps with eight-centimetre heels are shiny black.
James puts his hand in the small pocket in the waistcoat to show a pair
of clip-on silver button earrings, and a silver bangle, as well a a
silver watch with a black shiny leather watch band to match the shoes.
He has such wonderful taste, and I tell him he'll look adorable.
"I'll be wearing my hair in a bun, because I feel most comfortable
wearing in that way when I'm nervous," he says.
I say to him it's understandable to be nervous, but also asks why he's
nervous.
"I'm afraid of being laughed at, being picked on, issues around what
toilet I have to use, people getting confused about me and then getting
resentful of that, and most of all being considered unprofessional for
what I'm asking about.
I tell him if management objects, they can just say no, and I reassure
him that vilification of LGBT people is against the law in this state,
and also point out that, that he himself says he hasn't been picked on
for "quite a while".
We finish the evening in the study, him doing university work, me running
over final preps for my cases, before curling up in bed in each others
arms.
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