<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Jerry Dawson</span></span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/52369226-3528-4ca1-91bb-aab87f83ff6d_zpsf1eea54c.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Jerry had always believed that he was some open and tolerant person. There had never been any reason to doubt that. But when Cat started to talk about what he might have expected from her, he looked at her shocked. And then a deep red started to form at his neck and crawled from there over his face. He had indeed expected her to be tattooed and pierced and that her last boyfriend had been some bad finger. He felt like back when he was young and his mom had caught him with jam around his mouth when a handful of the cookies she just had made for a benefit gala had been missing.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Oh my god..."</span> He muttered it, unable to speak some more. Turning his face away from her, he watched his fingernails and he wished the earth would open up and swallow him. It was one of the most embarrassing moments he had ever had. And it had nothing to do with her calling him out, it was more that he felt suddenly trapped in his own prejudices, something he couldn't allow to happen to him, especially not in a job where it depended to make wise decisions based on facts on not on personal likings and dislikings. Jerry was suddenly questioning his ability to work at CPS. Finally he turned back to her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I'm sorry, Cat. That shouldn't have happened to me. I shouldn't assume how somebody might be and I feel totally unhappy now. You are right and you have nailed it down 100% what I have expected. But...I think I better go..."</span> There was no way that this young girl would have wanted some prejudiced asshole like him around her anymore. He clearly must have offended her terribly. It was best for them all, if he left now and in future he would only accept invitations of fat mid-thirty ladies and hypocritical nun-like girls. There was no way that he would make the wrong assumptions there.</div>