Sylvia 12

Sylvia 12

“So go home and get some sleep.  You look like hell,” Webster staid.

“Gee thanks, I needed to hear that.  However after five hours sleep, it isn’t unexpected,” I said.

“Then don’t stand here searching for compliments, go home and sleep.  You have tonight off anyway, so when I see you tomorrow at noon for your 7AM shift, I expect you to look your normal gorgeous self,” Webster added.

“I’m only gorgeous because you are comparing me to the likes of Simpson,” I said with a smile.  “I am gone.”

Back in the motel I had to admit that I was pretty proud of myself.  It was three in the afternoon, and a hell of a lot had happened in those five hours I had been at the station.  We had pretty much solved the Jenny Austin murder and the father’s as well.  I wasn’t ready to say he was Jenny’s doer, but it was pretty sure one of the parents was.  Since one was in the river and one was on the way back, it looked as if the the case was well in  hand.  I felt good about that regardless.

Since I had stopped on the way home for pizza, I ate the combination lunch and dinner pizza alone.  I drank a glass of very bad instant ice tea drink.  I had been experimenting with combinations of mixes.  I was trying to get something that was drinkable.  Some had way the hell too much lemon, some had that disgusting sugar substitute taste.  So far the best combination I found was the ice tea mix with lemon and fake sugar from Walmart then mixed with pure ice tea mix with nothing added. It’s purpose was to strengthen the tea from Walmart and kill some of the fake lemon.  The concoction was as good as about half of the restaurant’s tea where I ate.  Which said very little for those restaurants.

After that pretty good pizza and the awful ice tea, I fell into bed.  I was exhausted but I couldn’t fall asleep until I masturbated.  That was because I was so excited to have been really involved in the Austin girl’s murder investigation.

In order to get into the mood, I relived the night with James and Simon.  I almost called them, but it was early afternoon, they would most likely be out lifting a car or serving a divorce summons.  Whenever I felt my job was crap, I thought of James and Simon.  I would hate to do what they did for a living on their best day ever.

It was hard to concentrate on the sexual experience we had enjoyed, when there were so many entertaining things about them.  Neither of them was drop dead gorgeous, but they were classically handsome in some ways, and thug greasy in others.  All in all they were hard to define.  Unless it was to say they were just plain interesting and fun.

I remember the feel of Simon’s semen in my mouth and the spasms of my muscles as I orgasmed around James’ cock in me at the same time.  Just as I had the night before I came uncontrollably when it happened.  It was a feeling that just drained all the energy from me.  Because of it, I slipped almost instantly into sleep.

“Hello,” I said into the ringing phone.  It was 10PM according to the alarm clock on the night table.  

“Hey there girl,” Simon’s voice said.  “I know it’s late, but I got you on my mind and now I can’t sleep.”

“Simon you are an ass.  I was sound asleep, now I won’t be able to get back to sleep,” I lamented.

“That’s a good thing.  Let’s go to the movie in Dobson.  They have a midnight show over there.  It’s one of some horror movie which no one ever no one ever heard of.  I love cheesy old horror movies.”

“I don’t, I’m going to go have a drink, then go back to bed.”  I said that only because I was wide awake all of a sudden.

“Where are you going then, maybe I’ll join you?” he asked.

“I didn’t invite you and I don’t know any quiet clubs up here yet,” I said.

“Unless you like Willie Nelson there are none,” Simon said.  “Hold on how are you fixed for balls?”

“What the hell do you mean?” I asked.

“There is a biker bar out on the road by the county sports complex.  They only sell beer and dope, but they say it is lively.  I am pretty sure they won’t like a cop as a customer.” he said.

“Simon, why don’t you come pick me up and we won’t tell them what I do?” I figure I would see how he was fixed for balls.  I really didn’t care, if he was brave or not to be honest.  I didn’t need a hero, I needed a kinky lover and he was that.

“I’m gonna pass on the biker bar, and honestly you should as well.  I am told they deal meth there and if they do, you could get your ass killed,” he said.

“Now you are making me want to go see, if that is true.  I might hold off till another night though.  That big ass motel out on the interstate has a lounge I bet.  Probably has some travelers with money as well.”

“Now I might go there with you,” Simon said.

“Simon no offense hon, but I think you would cramp my style either place.  I’m saving you and James for raw sex.  I might go to your nudist meetings, but I’m not so sure about that yet.  I am a Deputy Sheriff you know?” I asked.

“Yeah I know, but I bet there is a way we can work it out.  Regardless sorry I woke you,” he said hanging up the phone.  I went into the bathroom stripped off my top and panties then climbed into the shower.  As I washed my ass, I thought I was sure making up for all those showers I missed while deployed.  It seemed that every time I got out of a bed, I got into a shower.  It wouldn’t have been so bad, but I was in and out of a lot of beds since I got home.

After the shower I dressed in clean panties, a tee shirt, jeans, and a white men’s dress shirt to cover my tee.  Once I was dressed, I debated blow drying my hair, but decided to risk going out with it just toweled dry and save the time.  The worst that could happen was a runny nose.  Those I got fairly often.  Nothing sexier than a small chested, big ass woman with a runny nose.  At that thought I broke into laughter.

The military parka I slipping into was the medium weather type.  There was one I could wear to the north pole in the closet at mom’s house, and one with no lining I could wear in the rain as well.  The one I wore was canvas with a medium weight thermal lining inside.  That and the other layers I wore would more than keep me warm.

I was not especially horny, since I had masturbated that afternoon.  However I was looking for company.  Company did not always mean sex, sometimes it mean let’s talk and see if we really want to spend any real time together.  Such was my plan for the trip to the High Pass Inn.  It was a motel from a chain, but with a little different feeling.  Kind of a chrome and glass corporate hotel meets a bed and breakfast.

I had been told, by Sarah again, that it had the classiest lounge in the area.  So I figure I should go see it at least once.  The drive from my motel to theirs lasted about fifteen minutes but I didn’t get started until 10:30.  That made it 11PM before I got settled into a table overlooking the almost empty dance floor.  

“What can I get you?” the young woman asked.

“Is there any chance I can get some food most anything will do?” I asked.

“Well, if you go into the hall and check the vending machines, you might find some stale potato chips,” she said.

“I guess I will just take a draft beer and leave after one,” I said.

“Might work out that way, then again who knows.  There is just no accounting for taste,”  She did smile as she walked away.  I assume she pegged me as a lousy tipper, so she decided to say what she really thought.  

When she returned five minutes later, she said, “That will be two bucks.  Sorry we don’t run tabs this late at night.”

“It’s okay I don’t expect any special treatment even though I am the Deputy Sheriff assigned to patrol this part of the county.”  Then I handed her the two dollars, but no tip.  If she had ask for a tip, I would have told her to never piss off a bitch with a gun.

I sat alone for about ten minutes before a man even younger than me showed up.  “Say would you like to dance?” he asked.

“You mean to tell me people try to dance to that shit?” I asked.

“Well these days it’s rap or country.  It isn’t easy to dance to either.” he said.

“I wasn’t looking to Charleston, but I was hoping I wouldn’t have to do those tribal things.”  I was pretty sure his response was going to be interesting, since he was black.

“Oh you got a race problem going on?” he asked.

“Not at all the last time I met a thug in a night club, he turned out to be a dentist in the daytime.  I just take nothing at face value these days.”  I said it with a smile.

“So you ever have a brother?” he asked.

“No, I was an only child.  But if you are asking if I ever did it with a black dude, the answer is yeah a daytime dentist.  He was only slightly better hung than my boyfriend at the time.  He also felt like since he was pretty well endowed, he didn’t have to do anything to please me.  In other words, I was terribly disappointed.”

“Okay, then I’ll leave you alone,” he said.

“Good plan, since obviously all you have to offer is the fact that you are black.  You really should work on becoming a special human being, not just an accident of birth,” I said it with a smile.

“You know that is so fucking racist,” he said.

“You need to work on what the definition of racist is.  You will find that you are the one who is a racist here.” I said.

“So I guess you don’t want to fuck?” he asked.

“I didn’t say that, I didn’t even say that I didn’t want to fuck you.  I just said I don’t want to do tribal dances with you,” I explained again.

“Okay then lets go to your place and get it on,” he suggested.

“Oh hell, you aren’t a guest here?” I asked.

“No, are you?” he asked.

“No hon, I’m just here hoping to meet someone interesting.  Oh well you need to keep trying someone here will take you home with her or maybe with him.  Either way it won’t be me, sorry,” I said.

He could blame at least some of his bad luck on the waitress.  I was just out of the mood by the time he came along.  I finished the beer by midnight, so I headed to the parking lot.

“You were pretty mean to me,” the young black man suggested.

“Yeah there is some truth to that.  I just guess I’m not in the mood.  Let it go and maybe some other day I will be in the mood.  If you press this, I assure you that it will not be a happy ending, ever.”  I showed him the badge as I spoke.  He just faded into the night.  There are those women’s movement people, who will say I should have let him continue then busted him.  I try to just react, not make things happen.  I guess that’s what happens when you have all the excitement you need, without looking to look for it.  Then again after two tours in the Afghan back country, I don’t need much.

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6 Responses to Sylvia 12

  1. jack says:

    interesting indeed thanks

    • cindypress says:

      I try to weave in people I have known. I went to a concert once and met this truly gritty guy who cleaned up into a dentist the next day. He will forever show up in my stories I think.

  2. KO says:

    Nice interactions and distractions woven in, thanks!

    • cindypress says:

      Life would be so great if you started something and nothing else happened until you finished it. But then when you bought something and had it shipped in, you life would stop until it arrived. Maybe not such a good idea. So this is how life really is around my house.

  3. garydan says:

    Thanks once again for making my morning enjoyable.
    These days, in my old age, I have two pleasures first thing in the morning. First I realize I’m on the right side of the dirt, in no pain and I am aware of my surroundings, and second, I find one of your stories to read.

    • cindypress says:

      my great joy is finding that my mind works well enough to answer the comments and then go on to write again. So thanks for prodding me into doing both.

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