Hard Decisions by Elaine © 2020

So, I continued working and met up with Joan for lunch as usual. I told her of Jamie's meeting and the arrangement for later that night. She told me to be cautious because she felt that he might have some ulterior motive. I wasn’t so sure what his motives were but all I wanted was to get back into his life again.

After managing to complete some schedules, I sloped off early with Jackie's blessing to get some food and drink. I unpacked the car and felt hot and sweaty despite the chilly weather, so I showered.

I was a little excited knowing that Jamie would soon be in my house and I hoped that I’d be able to chat with him even with Janis around. I was all ready when his big car pulled up behind the house again just after 6pm.

It seemed that Janis had just turned 19 a few weeks earlier and had been given some holiday time in the UK as a birthday and high school graduation present by her doting parents.

She was certainly attractive with long straight blonde hair and a thin face but with absolutely no bosom to mention. She’d a distinctive American accent somewhat hard and not what I expected. After we were introduced, I did take an instant liking to her particularly when she enjoyed my guided tour of my house and stable.

My pony Wizard looked up briefly from his hay as she strode into the old stone building with me.

“Oh Julie, he's a darling,” she said obviously missing her own mount.

“I know, and I love him to bits,” I replied giving him his feed bucket for the night.

As she watched him wolf down his feed, she volunteered, “I have an Arab mare and she eats so slowly compared to him.”

“Oh lovely,” I said remembering the old mare my wife's friend had a few years back. All the while, Jamie stood in the background saying very little as we chatted. He did seem very nervous about something though and I was about to find out.

“Jamie told me you’re a transsexual,” she suddenly blurted out, “I’d have never known or guessed if he hadn't told me.”

“Oh, he did, did he?” I asked turning to him unsure of his motives for that. “Yes, I have that dubious honour of being a post-operative transsexual,' I replied. I gave Janis a questioning look.