(aka Bike) Part 1304 by Angharad Copyright © 2011 Angharad
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When you’re waiting, time drags and everything seems to take so long. Judy was in room 999, the top floor below the penthouse and family suites. Damn this lift, why is it taking so bloody long to come. I prodded the button again and again, wondering if I’d pushed it hard enough in the first place. It lit up but the wretched lift took what felt like minutes to come, disgorging a handful of ancient dowager sorts, all face powder and red lipstick covering their wrinkled visages.
I entered the lift and almost automatically pressed level ten, which requires a passcode to open the door. In moments the lift whooshed me up to level nine and an electronic voice with a tinny American accent said, “Ninth floor.” Surely in Southsea, it should be a plummy, Hime Cineties accent?
The door opened and I followed the signs to room 999. My tummy flipped as I neared the room. I was actually going to be meeting one of the world’s most beautiful women, a supermodel, soon to be mother and what was I? A weirdo who happened to look fairly passable as a female. Dressed to the nines I may be, but she could look better than I wearing nothing more than a bin liner.
My confidence waning I cursed myself for forcing the issue. Why was I meeting her? Curiosity, so the next time she appears on telly or in a magazine, I can say to the kids–I’ve met her, or better still, I know her.
Taking a deep breath I tapped on the door and voice called, “Come in,” from inside the room–I had no choice now, I pushed the handle down and opened the door.
“Hi, I’m Cathy Cameron,” I said to the woman reclining on the couch, who looked pale and unwell.
“Hi,” she replied, “I’m Judy, ‘scuse me not getting up, but I feel like shit.”
“D’you want me to go?” I offered.
“No, do come in, could you get me some more water, my back is hurting so much from this bloody great lump in front.” She smiled weakly and her face lit up–she was a genuinely beautiful woman.
I passed her a bottle of water from the opened carton on the table. I seated myself in a chair so she could lean back and still see me. “Where’s it hurting?” I enquired.
“Lower back, it’s not due for two weeks either.”
“I think that’s only a guideline, anything can happen a couple of weeks either way.”
“Yeah, but first babies are always late in our family.”
“Don’t take that as inevitable, while they are often late–they can come a bit early too.”
“Oh this stupid pain,” she gasped and went white regaining her composure a couple of seconds later. Almost the whole time her gleaming white teeth were in a forced smile.
“Would you like me to have a look, I can help sometimes?”
“If you want, tell me what you need me to do.”
I pulled my chair up to her, “Take my hand,” I said quietly and she did.
“Ooh,” she said and lay back against the arm of the couch, “Oh, I feel everso...” and she fainted.
I kept hold of her hand and sent the blue energy to do something to help her pain. This can be caused by the body secreting a chemical to enable the ligaments around the symphysis pubis to relax making it safer for the baby once it starts its journey down the birth canal. If this didn’t happen, the baby would be crushed against the bone and the mother would probably be very badly torn from the experience, if she didn’t expire with the baby.
Of course the secretions are generalised like hormones, and other ligaments can also relax, meaning things like those holding your spine together can loosen and nerves get pinched. Alas because of the baby, strong pain killers can’t be used, so the poor expectant mum, can have a really hard time. This was what I was sure was happening to Judy.
I felt the energy flowing down my hand and into her body. Her baby, a little girl, was doing fine and was going to be as beautiful as her mum.
“Wow, that is so beautiful, I can see this swirly light whooshing round me.”
“I know, I asked it to reveal itself to you.”
“You did wha...” she lapsed again and I knew she’d have no memory of this happening. I felt the energy slow and stop and I let her hand go.
“Oh, did I nod off–I’m so sorry. Oh that pain has gone–oh that is so wonderful.” She opened her eyes and looked at me. “Sorry, you’re, Cathy, aren’t you? You’re doing this play with Matt?”
“Yes, the poor man’s Lady Macbeth, at your service.”
“I thought Matt said you were very good.”
“Ah, but at what?”
“I assumed acting–am I wrong?”
“I’m a university teacher, not an actress.”
“Oh, what d’you teach?”
“Ecology and field biology; although I’ve been seconded to help with the UK mammal survey.”
“I’ve seen you somewhere else haven’t I? You’ve been on the telly?”
“I made a film about dormice last year.”
“That’s it, we loved it–it was really very good.”
“The out-takes were better.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, we left out all the bits where I fell over things in the dark and where Alan got chased by a tawny owl.”
She laughed, “I feel so much better, d’you have this effect on everyone?”
“Not everyone, just people I like.”
“But you don’t even know me?”
“I know when I like someone.”
“I do, too. Have you got any children?”
“I have a houseful, all adopted–I can’t have children.”
“Oh, I’m sorry–not even with all this fertility treatment and in vitreo stuff?”
“No, I’ve no breeding bits anymore.”
“Oh–that would make it difficult,” she smiled.
“So what are you having, a boy or a girl?” I asked changing the subject to her.
“Matt wants a boy, but I’d like a little girl–my mother says it’s going to be a girl from the way she’s lying but I’ll wait and see.”
“I’m sure you’ll love him or her to death whenever they arrive.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re right.”
“Have you thought about names?”
“Oh don’t,” she sighed and rolled her eyes, “Matt wants Ingrid if it’s a girl and Jonathan if it’s a boy. I’d like Emily and Stephen.”
“I think I prefer your choices.”
“Oh good, can I say that to Matt? I’m sure he’ll be open to your advice.”
“Mine? Goodness, he’ll be the first then. Goodness look at the time–I’d better go and get Simon away from the bar. Good luck with the delivery, I’m sure it’ll go well.”
“Now I’ve got rid of that pain, I feel much better about everything. I hope the play goes well once you start rehearsals–I shouldn’t say this but Matt hasn’t done much classical stuff, he’s a film actor really. Put him in a car chase or a fight with the villain and he’s in his element, put him on the stage and you might have to help him through it.”
“Is it such a good idea then? I mean he could lose out big time if it flops.”
“He said when he saw your video of the sleepwalking scene, he knew he was working with someone who knew what they were doing.”
“Oh dear.”
“What’s the matter?”
“I was hoping he’d be able to help me–I did this play in school.”
“And got very good reviews–fancy someone saying you were a boy.”
“It was at a boy’s school.”
“Even so, I think most critics can tell male and female apart, don’t you?”
“Probably, I must go, lovely to meet you.” I held out my hand for her to shake.
She did and then looking at me questioningly, she said, “Thank you for helping my back.”
“I didn’t do anything?”
“You have a rare gift.”
I smiled in embarrassment.
“It’s going to be Emily, isn’t it?”
I smiled, “That could be embarrassing for a little boy.”
“But she’s a girl, isn’t she?”
“Fifty fifty chance.”
“Cathy, I trust my intuition.”
“Fine–always follow it, you won’t go far wrong. Now let’s see if I can prise Simon away from the bar.”
“Simon Cameron–the banker?”
“Yes, you know him?”
“Only from the papers–he’s a lord, so’s his dad, so you must be Lady Cameron?”
“That question I can confirm.”
“Gosh–I’m hobnobbing with the rich and famous tonight.”
“You know, that’s what I thought,” I confessed.
“Nah, me? I’m a poor girl from Ealing.”
“One of the most beautiful women in the world, and a super model, married to a top film star–poor once maybe, but not now, surely?”
“We do alright, but have a look in the mirror, Cathy. You could make it as a model any day, and certainly as an actress.”
“I’m too short and too busy, not to mention too ungainly to be a model, and the actress bit–we’ll see soon enough won’t we?”
She stood up and we hugged as best we could, given her lump. “You know, I don’t always take to other women, but you’re special and very, very pretty. Make the most of it.”
“I’ll see.” We hugged again and I left to collect Simon and send Matthew back to his wife.
Comments
A lovely
ALISON
'meeting and bonding between two beautiful women.
ALISON
I'm thinking that Cathy
I'm thinking that Cathy could feel she was needed at the side of Judy to help her medically and physically prior to her giving birth.
Well i was right
about the Blue Light being used, Thankfully though not as it happened for its normal purpose..
Cathy certainly seems to have made a friend with Judy , Good to see though that while she is married to Matthew she seems to be the polar opposite of him, Lets hope little Emily when she makes her appearance takes after Mum in nature as well as in looks
Kirri
Judy seems like a nice woman
of course I've been very wrong before. Glad Cathy was able to help out with her back. Not sure why Cathy wouldn't confirm the baby's sex since Judy "knew" that Cathy knew. Actually how could she not know already, Doesn't everyone get an ultrasound these days a and know the baby's sex well in advance. I liked Cathy's knowledge that not only was the baby a girl but would be beautiful. Of course all babies are beautiful aren't they?
Ultrasound, surely
... but a OB would surely be tactful enough to ask the parents if they want to know the baby's physical sex before telling.
Funny, it seems like Cathy will actually be the one training Matthew, at least in stage acting. I suspected that might be the case as red flags went up when he mentioned he only did some Shakespeare when he was ten years old.
Kim
Now what's the betting
that Cathy ends up as Emily's godmother?
We suspected some BLH; nice to be right occasionally.
Cathy still has trouble accepting compliments - a situation that, I'm sure, isn't just limited to transwomen.
S.
Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1304
Can't help but believe that Cathy's visit saved both Judy and Emily from a bad experience that would have left Emily in a bad way.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
Twoman inferiority complex
Feeling inferior and unworthy as a Twoman does not play well on Cathy. She needs to move on. Still, the "shatun" attacks us at our weakest moments when our guard is down. She's doing quite well and I wish her the best. Perhaps it will be Cathy that holds the show together.
K
That's always been....
That's always been one of my hardest times - being around pregnant women... Even whey they knew me for who I was/am. My first therapist - back in '86 - was preggers toward the end (before I moved away). We chatted about my feelings on the matter. It helped - her reminding me that not all women can have babies, even if they're born with the bits.
Sounds like Cathy's found another friend. Always a good thing.
Thanks,
Anne
What a relief.
Things seem to be progressing normally.
Lets hope The wee one comes into this world okay and that mum is okay.
Don't want to see another orphan!
Still lovin' it Angie, still followin' it, albeit a day late what with it being the weekend and all.
Love and hugs.
OXOXOX
Beverly.
Growing old disgracefully.
Blue light to the rescue
I thought from the start of this Bikesode that Cathy had sensed her services would be required, and so it proved.
I think, too, that Cathy has found herself another close friend, so it will be interesting to see how her relationship with Judy progresses.
Thanks A+B: as always, this was compelling reading.
Partial Sentiments
Bike Resources
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thinks - I can save putting a dent in my frying pan for now
well, i was partially right and partially wrong. Typical of alot of my life ... (giggles)
It's amazing how we tend to put people on pedestals, so we can then go find faults to knock them off, just to ofeel good about ourselves.
I find kathy's self loaving a bit much @ times, but she least for however she does it...finally wakes up & sees the light(no pun).
but, it is true ... we commoners tend to put people whom achieve varying amounts of fame to standards they can't, won't, or unwilling to achieve. Yet, often fail, we're just seeing them use a talent which they have been blessed with, but might be just ordinary folk. w/o. which is in most cases the - factual truth - they are still fragile humans.
If Kathy ever needed a dose of reality, she just recieved one big time. I do see a new friend to be upcoming tho.
As for the guy she's doing the play with. It woudlnt surprize me either way just how good or bad he might be out of his element.... how many actors/actresses move move out from one element of performing to another only to find what was successful in one media, fails in another. this time I believe some success will be had just because the storyline @ moment demands such.
life goes on.....
as far as his attitude goes ... well I'm guessing a bit here, but the fly on the wall will spill his guts and go out on the limb and state...
the folks @ the school and the church have connections. the agent gets called, being told that such & such might entertain said Actors desire to be looked at in a big part, but i got this friend that wants him to do this for charity. Actor sees tax exemptions, his stock up because he's doin something for charity...and maybe a major career booster later on. he thinks it's charity so even if it's a major screw up...he still can use that as well I'm an actor (action star), not a thesbian, if it turns out bad, if he does well, see - I can do more than just action stuff. So give me the big part and let me show you I can do more than be pretty boy that flexes muscle.
entertainment field is interesting .... ME - rich I could handle to some extent ... the famious part ... NAH ... let someone else live in the fish bowl ... Unfortunately even being rich @ times has it's disadvantages, and advantages. and someone that wants the POWER will be willing to watch another fall, just for the thrill of it. always nice to have to skeletins locked away for a rainy day ... to use to one's advantage ... there are folks like such and too often too common.
Judy is at a vulnerable time,
she probably feels fat and ugly, which is silly. I've always found pregnant women beautiful. It would be nice to go there myself (same thing Cathy wishes for).
I loved this posting, very
I loved this posting, very nice.
The blue light special smiled down on her.
Karen