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other day,” she said, almost purring like a cat.
“How could I forget?” Charlie asked in a reminiscent tone. “I would catch a cold from you any day of the week. You kiss so nice and your lips were so smooth, pretty lady.”
“What did you call me? ” she asked.
“I called you pretty lady,” he repeated.
Silence followed for several long seconds.
“I like that,” she finally said. “I wish you were here right now. We could sit on my couch and just cuddle all night long. ”
He wanted so much to ask the lieutenant for some time off but he knew it was not just possible on such short notice.
“Well, maybe you could stop over in the morning. My mom will be leaving early and my son will be in school,” she hinted coyly.
Even though he was a little hesitant, his heart skipped a beat. He knew he probably could, but doing so would mean he would have to lie to Annette and concoct some story. He hoped he wouldn’t have to make a collar and go to court.
He also had no doubt that if he did go to Terry’s, they would very likely wind up making love.
“What time should I get there if I can?” he asked.
“How does 9:00 A.M. sound? Is that too late for you? ”
“9:00 A.M. it is.” His reply was quick, without hesitation.
They said their goodbyes and Charlie walked out to the RMP, where the lieutenant was just finishing up his coffee and French cruller, which was his favorite. Thankfully he didn’t ask Charlie for details about his phone call.
“Charlie, I would just like to take a ride and keep moving for a while, if you don’t mind. You can go anywhere you want but I just feel like going on patrol.”
“Are you catching tonight? ” asked Lt. A.
“Not tonight, Lou, if it can be helped. If you run short, of course, I’ll be there for you, but I’d rather not tonight. Okay? ”
The lieutenant nodded and Charlie began to drive up Victory Boulevard. As he did, he felt relief wash over him. He had told Terry he would be there in the morning and he definitely didn’t want to take a chance winding up in court with a collar.
He continued his drive up Victory Boulevard passing Silver Lake Park and the Silver Lake reservoir. Although the reservoir was completely fenced to keep out swimmers, every summer at least one poor family was notified that a son or daughter had been lost in its deep water.
Lt. A. was in a talkative mood. As they roamed through the streets, he started on another war story. Charlie was all ears.
“Charlie, you have two grown children, right?” asked Lt. A.
“Yeah, Lou, I have a boy and a girl. They’re both away at school.”
“I thought so. You know, I have a boy and girl, too. Mine are a little older of course, and I wouldn’t hurt them for the world,” Lt. A. said quietly.
At first, Charlie thought the boss was going to lecture him on the evils of adultery. Not that Charlie didn’t need lecturing but he did not want to preached to, either.
“You know Charlie, it’s funny what we choose to remember or what we effectively block from our memories.
“I can remember even the smallest details about my kids from back when they were toddlers, and I can reach back into my memory and see when my daughter was just six years old. If I close my eyes, I can still see her wearing those little white dresses my wife used to make for her. I remember the little black satin shoes she wore and I can see so clearly the pink ribbons we lovingly tied into her golden, blond hair,” reminisced the lieutenant.
Charlie sensed that this next war story was going to be about either the lieutenant’s kids or someone else’s, so he decided to turn right on Clove Road and follow it all the way to Richmond Terrace before turning left and heading out to Mariner’s Harbor. The route was a fairly straight one and would afford Charlie greater concentration in listening to the boss tell his story. After a few seconds of silence, the lieutenant began.
“I remember
“How could I forget?” Charlie asked in a reminiscent tone. “I would catch a cold from you any day of the week. You kiss so nice and your lips were so smooth, pretty lady.”
“What did you call me? ” she asked.
“I called you pretty lady,” he repeated.
Silence followed for several long seconds.
“I like that,” she finally said. “I wish you were here right now. We could sit on my couch and just cuddle all night long. ”
He wanted so much to ask the lieutenant for some time off but he knew it was not just possible on such short notice.
“Well, maybe you could stop over in the morning. My mom will be leaving early and my son will be in school,” she hinted coyly.
Even though he was a little hesitant, his heart skipped a beat. He knew he probably could, but doing so would mean he would have to lie to Annette and concoct some story. He hoped he wouldn’t have to make a collar and go to court.
He also had no doubt that if he did go to Terry’s, they would very likely wind up making love.
“What time should I get there if I can?” he asked.
“How does 9:00 A.M. sound? Is that too late for you? ”
“9:00 A.M. it is.” His reply was quick, without hesitation.
They said their goodbyes and Charlie walked out to the RMP, where the lieutenant was just finishing up his coffee and French cruller, which was his favorite. Thankfully he didn’t ask Charlie for details about his phone call.
“Charlie, I would just like to take a ride and keep moving for a while, if you don’t mind. You can go anywhere you want but I just feel like going on patrol.”
“Are you catching tonight? ” asked Lt. A.
“Not tonight, Lou, if it can be helped. If you run short, of course, I’ll be there for you, but I’d rather not tonight. Okay? ”
The lieutenant nodded and Charlie began to drive up Victory Boulevard. As he did, he felt relief wash over him. He had told Terry he would be there in the morning and he definitely didn’t want to take a chance winding up in court with a collar.
He continued his drive up Victory Boulevard passing Silver Lake Park and the Silver Lake reservoir. Although the reservoir was completely fenced to keep out swimmers, every summer at least one poor family was notified that a son or daughter had been lost in its deep water.
Lt. A. was in a talkative mood. As they roamed through the streets, he started on another war story. Charlie was all ears.
“Charlie, you have two grown children, right?” asked Lt. A.
“Yeah, Lou, I have a boy and a girl. They’re both away at school.”
“I thought so. You know, I have a boy and girl, too. Mine are a little older of course, and I wouldn’t hurt them for the world,” Lt. A. said quietly.
At first, Charlie thought the boss was going to lecture him on the evils of adultery. Not that Charlie didn’t need lecturing but he did not want to preached to, either.
“You know Charlie, it’s funny what we choose to remember or what we effectively block from our memories.
“I can remember even the smallest details about my kids from back when they were toddlers, and I can reach back into my memory and see when my daughter was just six years old. If I close my eyes, I can still see her wearing those little white dresses my wife used to make for her. I remember the little black satin shoes she wore and I can see so clearly the pink ribbons we lovingly tied into her golden, blond hair,” reminisced the lieutenant.
Charlie sensed that this next war story was going to be about either the lieutenant’s kids or someone else’s, so he decided to turn right on Clove Road and follow it all the way to Richmond Terrace before turning left and heading out to Mariner’s Harbor. The route was a fairly straight one and would afford Charlie greater concentration in listening to the boss tell his story. After a few seconds of silence, the lieutenant began.
“I remember
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