Chapter 8: Complaint!

The four of us sat in Emma’s lounge with Kate and Elizabeth while Emma made tea and Pauline told her story again from the beginning. We dunked our gingernuts while Pauline read out the account she had written of her conversation with Hart the previous Wednesday. Lizzie and Kate were appalled, but at the same time delighted with the quality of the complaint they said Pauline would be able to make. Kate took the lead.

“Can you get hold of Alister?”

“We have a list of phone numbers. Why?”

“It would be good to know about the other people that have fallen out of favour with Hart.”

“Would you talk to him? I don’t really know what you have in mind, so I won’t be able to explain if he asks.”

“Can do. Where’s your phone list?”

“It’s in my diary.” Pauline paused. “Shit! It’s back at Robyn’s – in my bag.” Emma got up.

“Come on – we can be back in ten minutes and move this thing along.”

It took a bit more than ten minutes. Robyn and I mainly just listened while Alison engaged with Lizzie and Kate about “The Feminine Mystique”. She had read some reviews, and asked at the local library, but at that stage, they had only one copy, and there was a long waiting list. Kate offered to lend her copy, and Alison promised to read it and take some notes. She said it could be her book review for the term.

By the time Emma and Pauline returned with her diary and the phone list, we were on our second cuppa. The holdup had been Mrs Thomas. She had been interested in the whys and wherefores of the comings and goings that morning, and was just as outraged as the rest of us at Hart’s sleazy behavior, but had demanded a blow by blow account of what had happened and what we proposed to do about it. Kate and Pauline disappeared into the hallway where the phone was, and talked for at least fifteen minutes. Robyn and Alison engaged me with some diagrams and a discussion of the ‘Walter problem’ which Robyn had posed a couple of weeks before – to the ill concealed amusement of Emma and Lizzie. That amusement became mild outrage when Alison shared the background to the situation. Lizzie was vocal.

“Fucken men! It seems every woman gets abused at some stage. I don’t know what the answer is. Sex and power dominates everything. It’s not just about the cooking and cleaning. Fucken men run everything from the time you’re born to the time you die!” Emma agreed.

“Even before you are born. It’s politicians and doctors that control contraception and access to abortion – and they’re mostly male.”

I was starting to feel bad. Looking back, it was probably a mixture of guilt and ignorance, but at the time, it felt as though I was being held responsible for Walter’s behavior, male politicians’ and doctor’s attitudes, and all the disadvantages suffered by millions of women I had never met. It wasn’t my fault I was born with a dick, and I felt unfairly blamed for having one, let alone using it to give myself and women pleasure. I felt a degree of resentment. It must have showed. Robyn reached out to put her hand on me.

“Think about the Tour protests last year. The Ruggerbuggers were making lots of demeaning sexual comments to the women. They didn’t want to have sex with us. They wanted to abuse and degrade us.” Emma agreed.

“It’s not personal. As far as I know, you behave well, and Frank certainly does, but there is a power structure, and men are at the top.” I felt a little better. Alison chipped in with some reference to Virginia Woolf and ‘The Paytriakee’ which I didn’t fully understand, but the women seemed to get it and I kept my mouth firmly shut.

Kate and Pauline got off the phone. They were excited.

“He gave us three names and had an old phone list, so he could give us their numbers. We only got to talk to one of them, but her story is the same as Pauline’s. Year before last the shithead started hitting on her ‘you need the emotional maturity that the experience of adult sexuality will provide’ – all that shit. Then he upped the pressure by offering private coaching to help her get the role, and when she went, he tried to feel her up under pretext of coaching her in movement. When she told him NO, he got shitty and eventually made it so unpleasant for her that she left” Emma was first to master her outrage.

“Did she complain?”

“No – partly because she felt guilty about going to ‘private coaching’ without telling her parents, and partly because she thought it wouldn’t do any good because the Trustees of AYD think Hart is doing marvellous things for youth.” Kate was immediately very interested indeed.

“Are you sure it’s a Trust?”

“Noeline thinks so.”

“She’s the girl?”

“Yeah - Noeline Burns.”

“Will she be willing to make a statement?”

“I think so.”

“We’ll have to find out whether AYD is a Trust.” Emma was thoughtful.

“Marylyn Rowe would be able to find that out for us.” I vaguely remembered the name.

“Who’s she?” Robyn remembered.

“We met her at the Tour protest. She talked to Mrs Reed lots” Emma clarified.

“She’s a friend of mine, although we don’t see much of each other because she works very long hours for Thompson Wilson, and does lotsa extra work for community organisations for free. She’ll know how to find out if AYD is a Trust and who we should write to. I’ll see if she’s home.” She was, and Emma returned with good news after five minutes.

“She can. And if you want to go ahead with a complaint, she’ll write a letter to the AYD administration and prepare affidavits for you and Noeline to swear.” Pauline was doubtful.

“I can’t afford a lawyer.”

“Marylyn will work Pro Bono.”

What’s that?” Alison knew.

“It’s Latin. Means for free”. She struck a pose “For Truth, Justice, and the American Way – all that stuff.”

“Will my parents have to know? What about Noeline’s parents?” Emma attempted reassurance.

“The ‘Private Coaching’?” Pauline nodded. “Not hers, and maybe even not yours. Noeline has left AYD and isn’t complaining, and you didn’t go to the ‘Private Coaching’ he offered.”

“So what happens next?” Kate knew.

“If you want to go ahead, we can liaise with Marylyn on your behalf, and also deal with Noeline to get a statement and swear an affidavit.” She glanced at Emma and got a confirmatory nod. Pauline took a big breath.

“I’ll do it!” I think everyone was approving. My mind drifted off to other concerns – like whether Robyn and me could make a detour for a quick stopover in ‘my’ room on the way back to her place.

“Can we get together on our way back to your house?”

“Nah – Mum’s almost certainly waiting for an update on the plan. She’ll be expecting us. Sorry! I’d like to!” Pauline and Alison gave us sympathetic grins, and Emma took pity.

“We may be able to move Pauline’s project along this evening. How about I come over and pick you up after tea?” Robyn didn’t get it immediately.

“I want to spend time with him.” She nodded in my direction. Emma laughed.

“That’s obvious. What if I dropped you off when I pick Frank up?” She snorted. “You can have your own private rodeo.” Pauline and Alison looked puzzled, but Kate and Lizzie got the reference and chuckled. Kate straddled an imaginary bronco and clutched her crutch.

“Ride ‘em Cowgirl!” Robyn blushed and I probably did too. Pauline got it and laughed aloud. Alison grinned uncertainly. Emma got serious.

“We’re going to have to front to your Mum and Allan soon. You don’t like lying and neither do I. She certainly knows that you are wanting to get your bodies together. I reckon if they could be reassured that you were being responsible about contraception, they would be okay or at least accepting about the situation.”

I had my bag with me, so after a brief goodbye smooch, I left them to it and walked back home to the grand Kerr’s for lunch. Homework in the afternoon caught me up on the study time we had missed over the previous week, and I arranged to go to ‘our’ house with Frank after tea.

By the time Robyn and Emma arrived, my room was warmish, and the candles were providing at least a touch of romance. Frank departed with Emma, and Robyn undressed herself and me.

“Let’s try it doggie for a start.”

“Licking and sucking first!” Robyn went straight for my junk and I got very hard very quickly. The combination of one hand under my balls, goosing my perineum, the other jacking me around the base of my cock, and her mouth on the rest brought me to the edge very quickly as I stood beside the bed. She took her mouth off me briefly for some ‘cunt talk’, and that pushed me over it. Robyn kept sucking through my orgasm, and then lay back.

On one level I was experienced. Close to a hundred girl’s orgasms, and thirty or forty of my own. But on another, I was still green and raw enough to be thinking of tab A in slot B as the ‘main event’, and I was keen to ‘get into it’. I dived between Robyn’s thighs and she made no objection as I buried my face in her delicious pheromone laden wetness. I licked and slurped and sucked at her button, and after I pumped a couple of fingers in and out of her for a few minutes, she climaxed with the belly laugh that I was starting to recognise as characteristic of her.

“Tablet!” I complied, then reached for the condoms.

“I’ll do it” I handed them over, and Robyn ripped off the end of the packet, carefully placed the rolled rubber on my knob, and after squeezing the ‘spunk bubble’, rolled it down over me.

“Doggy?” I nodded, and Robyn rolled over and got her knees under her before kneeling to present me her beautifully shaped rear. I had never seen a kneeling naked woman from behind, and I was fascinated. Her butt cheeks were round and smooth and pale. The crack between them was darker with the brownish pucker of her rosebud darker again, and below it her outer lips were almost bare of hair and the pink wetness of the inner lips pooched out between them. I put a hand on Robyn’s hip and drew her to the edge of the bed, taking my cock in hand and rubbing my knob up and down the lips of her pussy.