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Cara Mia 2/6
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Subject: SARTRE: CaraMia (2/6)
Harrison McDowell was a happy man. In less than 24 hours he'd
marry the woman of his dreams. He couldn't believe his luck that day
a little over a year ago when he walked into Judge Thomas' office and
saw this incredible caramel woman with the big hazel eyes. He didn't
believe in love at first sight, but there was something about her that
immediately set his heart, and something else a bit lower, all
aflutter. He'd had a difficult time arguing his motion for dismissal
that morning after seeing the woman he later ascertained was Caramel
Hardy. He'd overheard her voice while she was talking to Judge
Thomas' bailiff. It was as smooth as the skin on her face, which he
noticed was like silk, and as rich as the texture of the candy after
which she was named. Neither could he help but notice the way she
moved. Cara didn't walk, she undulated. Her hips were large by the
standards of the day. She reminded him of a slightly darker Ava
Gardner or Jayne Mansfield. In short, Cara was built like the
proverbial brick house. If she worked as a law clerk for one of the
most esteemed federal judges in the district, she also had to have the
brains to match. This was definitely a woman that he wanted to know a
lot better. He didn't dare approach her socially until after the
trial so as not to have that idiot prosecutor cry conflict of
interest. Fortunately for Harrison, Judge Thomas threw out the
government's case in short order. Still, with all the legal
maneuvering, that took a month or more. In that month he'd learned
all that he could about the luscious Cara except the one thing that
potentially stood in his way--Mia.
Harrison called Cara several times after the end of the trial.
At first it was just an opportunity to get to know her a bit and give
her a chance to get to know him. That seemed to work out fairly well.
He found her to have a marvelously impish sense of humor and a very
quick mind. She seemed to find him well-informed, perhaps a bit
eclectic in his thoughts, but, nevertheless interesting. After a
while he asked her if she'd have coffee with him the next time he was
in the federal courthouse. For some reason she declined. It was
obvious that she liked him, but she didn't seem to have any desire to
get to know him on a more personal level. He'd learned from the
judge's secretary, always a good person to ask about these things,
that Cara wasn't dating anyone, so he was rather perplexed. Harrison,
never one to give up easily, began sending her flowers. Every day for
a week there was a fresh bouquet waiting when she arrived home from
work. Each bouquet was different, but each had one brilliant yellow
rose and a card with just his name. That didn't seem to get a
response beyond a very nice, but rather impersonal, thank you note
after the first day. Unaccustomed to being rejected, Harrison decided
that a more direct approach was needed. One of his clients was a well
known member of the local professional basketball team who'd gotten
into a tiny drug scrape just before he was drafted. Harrison had
gotten him out of trouble and secured his draft eligibility. Needless
to say, the client was eternally grateful. When Harrison called him
to ask for a favor, the player was only too glad to help him out.
After all, were it not for him, the player wouldn't be making the $1.5
million salary that he currently collected.
Harrison showed up on Cara's doorstep one night with another
bouquet of flowers. This one was a dozen long-stemmed yellow roses.
In the envelop that should have held the card was a pair of tickets to
a loge for the basketball game at the Coliseum that night. He stood
on the doorstep for a few minutes before ringing the bell. For the
first time he was a little nervous about just appearing out of
nowhere. He had to admit that it was damned presumptuous of him.
Nevertheless, something told him that Cara was the type of woman who
required bold moves such as this. In typical "lawyerthink", he
reasoned that bravado was, after all, one of his trademarks. Hadn't
he delivered victories for numerous clients by such audacious striking
blows? He was Harrison McDowell, Esq., one of the most eligible
bachelors in town. He was charming, handsome, connected and working
on being quite wealthy. Yet, Cara didn't seem to really notice him.
Yes, he thought, this is the right move. He rang the doorbell. Mia
answered the door and there began the rivalry, though he didn't know
it at the time.
Cara agreed to go to the game with him after a bit of persuasion.
He hadn't expected this to be an easy sell and it wasn't. Cara had
made the usual protestations and Mia barely hid her annoyance. The
two women went off into the kitchen to discuss the matter and left him
sitting on a chair in the living room. As he tried to listen to the
slightly heated conversation coming from the kitchen he took the
opportunity to look around the room. On the mantle was a sculpture
that particularly piqued his interest. It was of two women in an
embrace. One of the women had a hand on the other's breast and there
was only one way to describe the looks on their faces--rapture. He
then began to look more carefully around the room. On a table he saw
a photo of Cara and Mia. It appeared to have been taken at a party or
something. Cara was seated and Mia was bending down from behind with
her arms around Cara's neck. Both women looked incredibly beautiful
in formal attire, full makeup and accessorized in very expensive-
looking jewelry, among which were matching bracelets. He smiled to
himself as understanding began to dawn. Cara emerged from the kitchen
and told him that she needed to change clothing before she left for
the game. Mia never did come back. Left alone again, Harrison
wandered into what looked like the den. The door was partial open, so
he decided that it wasn't off limits. When he entered the room the
understanding that had begun to dawn a few minutes before became
totally exposed in the full light of day. On the wall directly in
front of him was a black and white photo approximately 4' x 2 1/2',
obviously a professional portrait, of Cara and Mia in the nude laying
on an antique chaise. More accurately, Cara was laying on the chaise
and Mia was raised on her arms above her, their tongues touching. It
was gorgeous. Cara's long hair was spread over the pillow, the
fullness of her breasts very apparent. Mia's pale skin and lighter
hair contrasting with Cara's. Somewhat less shapely, Mia was still a
good looking woman. She had thick golden blonde hair that fell in
long ringlets, green eyes and fine bones. From the angle of the
photo, Harrison could also see that she had a tatoo of the Greek
symbol for female enclosed in a triangle on her hip. He couldn't help
but feel a bit foolish for not considering that Cara might be lesbian.
Then again, she may also be bi, which, after all is said and done, was
not a "bad" thing. He'd had a dalliance or two when he was a teenager
himself, so the concept wasn't unfamiliar to him, although he
considered himself firmly het.
"I'm ready to go when you are" He was still fascinated with the
picture on the wall and hadn't noticed Cara enter the room. "I see
you've found it," she said with perhaps the tiniest trace of
embarrassment as he turned to face her for the first time.
Looking back toward the portrait, Harrison replied, "Yes, it's
lovely. Why didn't you tell me that you and Mia were lovers? I
really would have understood."
"It's not something that's very widely known. The judge knows of
course, but that's about it. You know how office politics are played.
Judge Thomas may be on the bench for life, but there's always the
scandal factor, especially because she's a woman. Besides, both Mia
and I are rather private for the most part. We have our friends and
by our last year in law school pretty much everyone suspected, even if
they didn't know for sure."
"Well," Harrison began, a little unsure of himself once again,
"would you still like to go to the game?"
"Yes, definitely."
On that note, they left the house and headed for the Coliseum.
Harrison had a ton of questions that he wanted to ask, but was afraid
of prying. It was pretty obvious to him that Cara's relationship with
Mia was more than a "dalliance". It was even possible that they loved
each other. The question remained whether she was a lesbian or bi.
If she was bi, was she completely monogamous? All of that would take
some time to figure out. In the meantime, there she was with him in
the black Cadillac Alliente that he loved more than he should, clothed
in a black turtleneck and black jeans, looking as attractive as any
woman he could remember at that moment. Stealing a glance in her
direction, he hoped against hope that she wasn't a lesbian. He wanted
her and he wanted her badly.
Harrison was stirred from his reverie by a knock on his townhouse
door. He knew that it was probably Jerry, his best man, picking him
up so that they could meet the rest of the ushers at the tux shop for
their final tailoring. Sighing, he answered the door. Sure enough,
it was indeed Jerry, on time as usual, and ready to lead him in his
exit from the world of perpetual singledom. Not that he was sorry in
any way. There comes a point in a person's life when they know it's
time to settle down and raise a family. He wanted that with all his
heart. Anyone who looked at him would have seen a happy, relatively
carefree young man who could have his pick of available women. He'd
had more than his share he thought. He'd had serious relationships,
random fucks and everything in between. In his soul, he was tired.
He wanted the security that came from knowing that he was one member
of a partnership of two. Being an eligible bachelor-type was wearing
on one's body and emotions. It takes energy to be charming and
gracious. It takes energy to be "on" all the time, never really being
able to completely relax for fear of spoiling the image. He needed
someone with whom he could let his hair down so to speak. He needed
someone to whom he could come home at night and with whom he could
share. He also needed a permanent lover who knew his every desire and
one he could learn literally inside and out, never ceasing to explore
and grow. That, to him, was the single most important factor. His
mate must be someone with whom he could grow. For him, Cara was that
woman. She was everything that he wanted and then some. It had never
occurred to him that he would find another lawyer with whom he could
share his life. He knew lawyers well. He knew himself well. He
couldn't imagine living with the inevitable clash of egos that two
attorneys would certainly have. Cara changed all of that for him.
Without a doubt she had her own opinions. In fact, one could even say
that she was opinionated and stubborn. At the same time she listened
to him and respected his feelings and thoughts on various subjects.
In the year prior to their engagement, and in the year it took to
prepare for the grand event, they'd learned from each other
professionally and personally. Yes, this was the right woman for him
and he'd never let her go. Never.
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