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Cara Mia 6/6
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Subject: SARTRE: CaraMia - Epilogue (6/6)
Cara had recovered somewhat by the time she and Mia returned home
from the party around 2 a.m. During the drive back she remembered
that Mia had said part of the reason for the party was to say
"goodbye". She realized then that Mia had set her free to do whatever
she wanted and to be with whomever she wanted. She went into the
house and straight into the den. Harrison was awake when she called
to tell him that she couldn't marry him. Funny, he didn't seem
surprised in the least. He was sad of course, but he wished her all
the best.
Harrison left the play club after the scene with Mia and Cara.
He went back to his townhouse and sat in the dark playing the night's
images over and over in his mind. He didn't really understand what
had happened or why it had happened. He would someday. Of that he
was certain. When Cara called he was polite, calm and sincere. He
could afford to be because he had every confidence that he'd find a
way to win her back. The exact methodology was something he wasn't
sure of--yet. He knew that he loved her and he doubted that would
change. She'd wanted him once and he'd make her want him again. He
was, after all, Harrison McDowell, Esq.
Mia had been more than a little nervous on the drive back from
the party. Charles had confessed his "sin" to her. She was furious
at first, but then thought to herself that it was time Harrison saw
she and Cara as they really were. Perhaps it was an extreme example,
but it was honest. When Cara told her that she wasn't going to marry
him she was elated. She tried not to show it too much under the
circumstances, but she was thrilled. She'd tell Cara about Charles
later. Of course, she couldn't let Charles go unpunished for his
misdeeds, so she'd set Liz on him. Who said that punishment didn't
have its rewards?
Charles did indeed almost get his balls busted. After he'd
confessed to Mia she put him in a cockring and then told a gorgeous
little raven-haired bottom, Liz, who was known for her stamina, to
keep him aroused in any way she could until she got tired. She was
not, however, to let him cum under any circumstances.
Dr. Jonathan Hardy had the thankless task of informing the guests
who arrived at the country club that there would be no wedding. His
wife, Lillian, was at home sedated after absorbing the news and
couldn't be disturbed. In reality she was bemoaning her fate and
wondering how she was going to face all of her friends. She was sure
that her position in the community would slip dramatically.
Jerry, the best man, had been introduced to one of the
bridesmaids, (Liz in fact), at the rehearsal dinner a couple of days
ago. After learning that she was a bi bottom with lips that could
suck the chrome off a '57 Chevy, he concluded that perhaps he needed
to learn a thing or two. He swept her away from the chaotic events at
the country club and, on an impulse, drove her to Washington, D.C.
where they ended up in front of Dream Dressers.
As for CaraMia, well, it would be different. The relationship
had taken a tremendous blow but held fast in the end. One might say
that it was even stronger. There is lots of love, lots of passion and
there are lots of facets yet to yet to explore. In the meantime, Cara
and Mia elected to ride out the storm in Barbados. There, CaraMia can
be renewed, restored and solidified. CaraMia will be continued.
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