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Chapter 12 – Storming Hanover
After the meeting with the local powers of Siemens, Lars walked me to the car. I had the Mercedes, with Russell driving. Loaning me Russell was the sort of generous gesture I learned to expect from Sheila. I was also glad she sent Christine, who makes a great human comforter. It was good that I did not yet know about Lars’ transfer. I would have worried all the way to the garage in Manchester.
God must have been paying attention, because the clerk at the garage was the same clerk that would not let me pick up the beater car two years before. He did not recognize me, again. To add comedy, I no longer looked like my ID photo. He had a small point, which made living proof that having a point does not make you sharp. Christine shook with laughter, but I think I was the only one who noticed. Before the clerk could really embarrass himself, again, the owner came out to see who the Mercedes had dropped off. I winked at him, as he shouldered the clerk aside. Even his eyes widened when I pointed to several half healed piercing holes.
I once counted the piercings. Including ears, my face had 27 separate holes. By then I was down to nine, seven in the ears. Check all my photos. My hair may cover the earrings, but there will always be discrete studs in the left eyebrow and right nostril. I liked the one in the eyebrow. Reasons for keeping one in my nose are more obscure. For that matter, I could not explain why my left ear kept two, but the right ear kept five.
That was the sort of thing I was pondering when the exit to Hanover came up. In a heartbeat, my thoughts jumped to all the feminists, lesbians and activists that might think I went mercenary and sold to the highest bidder. In truth, I did sell out. I sold out to the idea that I was not a freak. The philosophical content of that statement would take some chewing.
I had a more immediate issue. I needed to let everyone know I was back without favoring anyone. Once again, Sheila came to my service. She broke the news of her engagement by walking into the HR office and letting them announce it. At Richards Enterprises, HR is grapevine central. Suitably modified, I could use the same approach.
Deans are politicians, it was probably written in the job requirements. My Dean’s office could substitute for HR. With this battle plan, I walked up to the Dean’s secretary. ‘Hello Anne. I see Karol is in. I’ll only need a minute.’
As I walked toward the open door, Anne Wilson sputtered, ‘You can’t just walk in. Wait…Who are y… Oh my Sainted Aunt. Dr. Krelinov, Dr. Richards to see you.’
Dr. Karol Krelinov, Dean of Anthropology, was not one of my fans. He looked up from his work, did a double take, then rose to extend a hand. ‘Good afternoon, Dr. Richards. You are looking well. What can I do for you?’ I liked that. Even for a politician, it was smooth.
I said, ‘Nothing at the moment. This is a courtesy call. I just returned to campus and wanted to let you know I was back.’
Dr. Krelinov nodded, ‘Thank you. The courtesy is appreciated. You have been the source of much talk. It will be useful to let a few people know you are about. Anne can assist you with that. Shall we meet Monday at four?’ This foreshadowed improved relations within my own department, which was not a bad place to start.
I thanked Dr. Krelinov and turned Anne loose on the rumor mill. The whole event took less than five minutes. I spent more time walking to and back than anything else. The impact was hard to gauge, but substantial, so I have used the protocol ever since. Powers That Be always like being first to know, so the courtesy is never wasted. Sometimes, as in this case, it is useful to let them tell everyone else.
Returning to my car, I reflected how much different it was to drive Shadow. My never named econobox could stand an upgrade, maybe a ten year old Lexus or Infiniti. I would get more comfort and have this car to donate to some organization. Pulling up to my apartment complex, I anticipated more of the same. This would be a more difficult transition, but I could start with a house cleaning. Better yet, a house cleansing. I was an anthropologist. Ritual is central to my course of study.
Gift economy concepts were trendy. I would have to address the potential issues in my thesis. Though I respected Malinowski’s work, on gift economies in the South Pacific island people, I preferred Mauss’ position in their debate. Some of the ideas could be taken to radical extremes. For example, the International Feminists for a Gift Economy. They had some good ideas, but it was mostly another group that wanted to run the world. Their problem was the denial of the efficacy of naked force.
I liked Mauss and those that followed him. My situation was an opportunity for an experiment testing his theories. Even mercantile societies like the USA had sphere’s of gifting. Blood and organ donations are often cited, but community service also fit the description. Scout leaders and softball coaches gave up large amounts of their free time and often their money. I was embarking on a new life path. I could do worse than to begin with some generosity.
To that end, I went to my office and created an invitation.
Chrysalis
Siobhan Richards invites
you to a celebration of
change and regenesis
7:00 PM
22 July
Marbury Hall
Tea will be served
I printed twenty copies. The small number was to force me to be selective. Two went to Drs. Krelinov and Steele, my dean and thesis adviser. Two more went to my graduate assistants. A fifth was for the editor of the department newsletter. That covered the academic side.
The social side was more complex. Two would go to supportive faculty from other departments. Three would go to the heads of campus organizations that I had found helpful. One would go on the bulletin board at the house. That left nine for the students that helped me with the wedding. My eyes went misty when I wrote out their names. The first was to Elspeth.
I was glad Sheila had loaned me Christine, but Elspeth was much more practical. She, among other talents, was a gifted researcher. She was also tied into the entire network that is New England, of which Dartmouth’s campus was a small part. I could give her the job of tracking stray people down. I left Christine sorting my things into piles—keep, donate/gift, burn. I went back to campus.
As before, I began with Dr. Krelinov. He was out, but Anne was a suitable surrogate. Dr. Steele was in. Back in New Jersey, Gerald told me to savor the first look on my adviser’s face. With that in mind, I had my phone on video record when I knocked on Dr. Steele’s door. His expression was everything I could hope for. I forwarded the clip to Sheila, asking for a couple of stills.
Once over his initial shock, Remmy invited me in and made small talk. After a few minutes I began to wonder if he was ignoring the envelopes in my hand or stalling for time. It was the latter. Dr. Harrigan walked up.
Glancing at me, he said to Dr. Steele, ‘Remmy, what’s this about? She was sighted at the Dean’s office an hour ago, but there is nothing since. I already promised to let you know as soon as I saw her.’
Dr. Steele smiled, ‘A promise you have already broken. But, my manners. Dr. Harrigan, I would like you to meet Dr. Richards.’ I was recording again. James Harrigan nearly collapsed from shock.
People would stop using that expression if they ever saw it happen. Dr. Harrigan’s blood drained out of his face. He stopped breathing. His eyes bulged in his head. He staggered to a vacant chair and dropped into it. Soon he was gasping for breath and fanning his face like he had run the 400 meters.
This all happened in under ten seconds. The silence was filled by the sound of heels coming up the hallway. Elspeth came around the corner, saying, ‘Dr. Steele have you seen her? Anne
said she was…’ I was recording this as well. There is another another expression—surprised by joy. I had just enough time to brace before Elspeth slammed into me.
I needed a hug, so I gave Elspeth one of my best. She reciprocated. For several seconds I held her close and stroked her hair. Presently I became aware that Drs. Steele and Harrigan were staring. I can be slow, but it dawned on me that they thought Elspeth and I hated each other. Truthfully, I did not expect this big a reaction from Elspeth. We had only been apart about five weeks.
Rather than explain, I extended to Dr. Steele his invitation. While he opened it, I dug in my bag for Elspeth’s. Dr. Steele was succinct, ‘What’s this?’ For some reason my prepared remarks had fled.
Instead, I said, ‘It’s a ceremony of sorts. Many things have changed.’ This produced three coughs of laughter. ‘Since I cannot return to the cocoon, I wish to pay suitable tribute to my time there. I gave an invitation to Dr. Krelinov, for the whole department, so you are also invited Dr. Harrigan. Elspeth, I have nine invitations. I think you know who those are for. Would you help me run them all down? It would be greatly appreciated.’
It is sufficient to say that I dropped no more unexpected invitations. In fact, I made no calls. They called me. I never tried to be popular. For some reason I was anyway.
Christine stayed three days. It was comfortable, but I came to realize she was out of place. Rather than send her off, Jason Porter showed up to collect her. You should have seen the chaos on campus. In six weeks, Jason had gone from nobody to Justin Timberlake in terms of popularity. Fall semester was still weeks away, but he could not go anywhere without a string of girls following him.
It was sweet to watch their faces when he wanted to talk to me, but more satisfying to see his face when Christine caught his attention. They never married, but Justin fathered all of Christine’s children. Other than a possible threesome with Sean and Sheila, Jason may have been the only male in Christine’s love life. Half the young women and girls on the East Coast wanted into Jason’s bed, but Christine had a standing invitation. Make of that what you wish.
For me, it was another learning moment. Much as she suited me, Christine belonged elsewhere. The House in New Jersey—I might as well start calling it the Residence—was her home. Sheila was there. Soon the baby would be there. Christine might as well have been born to be a nanny or a mother. Here she could be neither. Nor could I, but that was a less urgent issue.
Sending Christine off became a production. Jason had driven Sheila’s Volvo. There were things in it for me, which he had neglected to mention. Nothing much—some Halston silk shirts, two pair of heels, a dozen pair stockings and an array of silk scarves. The scarves were probably Gran’s, but the rest was from Elizabeth or someplace similar. I was thinking of how to phrase the thank you email, when something clinked. Knotted in one of the scarves were earrings, tied in pairs with ribbon. Sweet.
There was more. A suit bag lay on the floor behind the passenger seat. Inside was a school teacher costume—dark skirt, back buttoned blouse with a cheat zipper in the pleats, faux early 20th century shoes, also with zipper, wooden pointer stick, metal edged ruler, even a couple of grammar school texts. There was also a note.
Siobhan,
Please do not thank me for any of this. After all your help, it is little enough. Much of it was already yours. However, there is something a little more personal. Check under the passenger seat.
SR
The suit bag was on the floor behind the passenger seat, but Sheila said under the seat. I went fishing. When I felt something like hair, I gasped. There were two floggers or lashes. I was not sure of the technical term. Wound through the strap of one flogger was a string, with a piece of paper attached. It was a baggage claim ticket for a bus line.
It was not what I wanted to do right then, but that’s life. We drove to the bus depot to pick up the bag, which proved the correct term. It was a large gym bag. The zipper was locked, but Christine had the key on a string around her neck. Alarm bells were sounding. I asked Jason how he felt about a little tie-me-up before the trip home. There was no need to ask Christine. She was bouncing like a kid in a candy store.
Since we were going to do it, I decided to do it right. I called Elspeth and told her to get two enemas and bring them to my room. We were back in my apartment with plenty of time to spare. Jason and I cleared the living room floor and put out towels. Jason and Christine stripped. I posed Jason for Indian meditation—lotus position, hands palm up in the knees. Christine dropped into second position—kneeling on heels, knees apart, hands clasping elbows behind the back. They both looked ready to wait an hour, if necessary.
I am not so fortunate, but I could move. While we waited, I went through the contents of the bag. It was everything the suburban housewife might need for weekend entertainment, except some form of flogger. I now had two of those. I selected a gag, two belts and two blindfolds. For costume, I needed only remove clothing. I did this quite well in heels, stockings and corset. Panties and bra are optional. I elected to keep them, since this was a friendly session.
Elspeth knocked on my door. Whatever she might have said died when she saw my attire. Instead, her nostrils flared as I let her into the room. She paled when she saw Christine and Jason, but there was a question in her eyes. To answer, I smiled.
I said, ‘This is being recorded. Take Christine to the shower and see to each other.’ I handed her the two blindfolds, the gag and indicated the enemas. ‘Jason has enough children for the moment. We will not risk any more.’ I have to hand it to Jason. Even with a shot like that, I managed only a small smile.
Ten minutes later, we were deep into the scene. Elspeth was gagged and blindfolded, with her ankles belted to her thighs. Christine, also blinded, was on knees and elbows, eating Elspeth. Jason was on his knees, pounding away at Christine’s ass. I held the lighter of the two lashes, flicking as close to randomly as I could manage. That was when the phone played Sean’s ring tone. He would love this.
‘Hey Sean. What’s up?’
Phone: Hi sis. Have Jason and Christine left yet?
‘Not yet. We’re making a porn video right now. Keep it short. It looks like Elspeth may drop her ball.’
Phone: Oh. That’s good. That’s very good. Of all the women that want to make porn videos with Jason, you have a lesbian.
‘Be nice. Elspeth is not a lesbian. She’s bisexual. Right now Christine is attempting murder by stimulation, because Elspeth does not have permission to cum. As soon as she does, Jason will collect one of her cherries, while I try this lash thing on Christine. One second.’
I spoke to my video subjects, ‘Five, four, three, two, one, blast off. Jason, when you are ready, roll Elspeth over and have another go. Feel free to play with her til then. Elspeth, once Jason rolls you over, no touching below the waist. Come if you can. If not, I can help with the lash.
‘Sorry, Sean. Jason was close and I wanted everyone to cum together. Then we needed to reposition everybody. Christine, you may get your favorite plug if you wish. Sean you were saying?’
Phone: Sheila wants an ETA. It’s every bit of six, more like seven hours. That’s if the traffic in Connecticut cooperates. Get food in them and get them on the road. I’d say send the video, but I know Christine will anyway.
‘Yes sir, Mr. Bossman, sir. Ten more minutes tops. Then we can hit Murphy’s. Christine will love the mac and cheese. Has Sheila’s diet changed yet? I’m not sure how long that takes.’
Phone: Right. Christine would get mac and cheese at a place like Murphy’s. I could go for the steak tips myself.
Sheila wants to hire the winning chef from the rehearsal dinner. He’s too important to have at the house full time, but we may work something out. So far, he just does Sunday dinner and the food ordering. I think I might have him train a nutritionist. We’ll see. Talk to you later.
‘Bye Sean. Thank Sheila for her gift.’
I turned to Christine. ‘Your Mistress wants you home safely. So we will cut this short. You may come any time you wish. Then we’ll go to Murphy’s for dinner. Elspeth, do you want to come along? They do vegan. Jason, pull out and slap her pussy. She’s ready.’
Even with clean up and dinner, Jason and Christine were on their way by seven PM. As I drove Elspeth home from the restaurant, I realized she was laughing. When I asked her why, it took her a moment to regain her composure.
Wiping a mirth tear from her eye, she said, ‘My first hetero experience was with Jason Porter, it’s anal and I came buckets. Which part of that is least believable? I came over to check on your metamorphosis night. Mercy be. The Goddess has a strange sense of humor.’ I had come to that conclusion myself.
A thought occurred to Elspeth which sobered her. She asked, ‘She’s gone, is she not? Christine. She went home to New Jersey and will not be back. I was so glad to see you, but she was there. I could never compete. Now I’m here and she’s gone. I do not know if I should laugh or cry.’
I said, ‘Neither. Just be glad you met her. She has gone to be domestic with Sheila. You met the bride. You saw how that worked. How would Christine fit in on Beacon Hill?’ Elspeth shuddered. ‘There is someone I want you to meet, but it will take some time to arrange it.
‘For the moment consider this. Angela Molinari is married to Pedro de la Garza. Whenever she attended an award night, she almost always came with Edith Dryden, two beauties together. Who did Pedro escort? You know her face.’ Elspeth did know the face.
‘Her name is Deirdre Walters. Multiple degrees from Columbia. Speaks several languages. I’ll introduce you, then the two of you can do tea. I asked how Christine would do on Beacon Hill. Deirdre would make points with your persnickety grandmother.’
It can be hazardous to drive when someone is trying to hug you.
Chapter 13 – New Beginnings
I did not think through my coming-out ceremony before I wrote out invitations. It simply seemed appropriate to have a ceremony of some kind. Humans do rituals. Anthropologists study them. I even did a little reading on the gift economies, but that was not really the way I was pointed. I leaned toward giving thanks to those who had paved my way. The gifts would be tokens of appreciation.
Since I did not plan things, there were a few kinks that would have been avoidable. Marbury Hall was the building that I lived in. I was vaguely thinking of having it in the common room. It quickly became clear that I needed more space. Dr. Krelinov suggested a meeting room or auditorium. As Dean, he could reserve one, though I was surprised he wanted to. I also considered using the all faith chapel. In the end, I rented the meeting room at a family steak house. They even provided tea, coffee and cheap cookies.
I borrowed a mannequin and dressed it with my ratty jeans and a favorite Clash concert shirt. Underneath I taped nipple rings, with a bell hanging out through a tear in the shirt fabric. On the floor I placed my Army boots. Next to this I set a picture of me wearing it all. That was as close as I wanted to come to any of it. Funny how that works. Images can be powerful, but change is more powerful.
Elspeth helped by pulling the corset tight. Sheila found the clamp reassuring. I could not say the same, but it did something for me. My suit intentionally mimicked the colors of the jeans and T-shirt. The heels, not so much. I was set, so I needed to wait for my cue.
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