I’m a 42year old divorcee trying to get use to the new single life I’ve recently inquired. It took us 17 years and 2 kids to figure out we weren’t compatible. Well, that’s not quite true it took 17 years, 2 kids and a 19 year old lawn boy named Carlo to get to the incompatible part. I walked in and caught her in mid thrust. As I was being arrested for assault, Carlo was being loaded in an ambulance and taken to the hospital with a broken shoulder. I later found out that the little prick was Illegal, so no charges were filed. This was the only good news that came out of the hole situation, cause an assault charge would of ended my 13 year career with Coryell County Sheriffs Department. It took a short 3 months for the Divorce to be final, she got everything. I couldn’t fight her father’s deep pockets. The kids, the house, the boat, My 2010 Ford F-150 and ½ of my future retirement was now hers. Hell, she even got her a new lawn boy. I’m paying child support for Dawn 12 and Lonnie 15, which I don’t mind taking care of my kids. I just thank god The State of Texas didn’t see it fit to award that slut Alimony.
It’s been almost a year since that fateful day. It’s one of those typical hot ass Texas day, 104 degrees. It ‘s Friday July 4th, so it is of course one of those long hard workdays. I took an 11 year old boy in custody for possession of Meth, worked a alcohol related traffic accident with a 4 year old girl and her 23 year old mom were casualties and the dickhead drunk being unscratched and worked a corner for traffic control when the town lost power for 2 hours. I was never happier to see 3 pm. I was thankful to be off for the next 2 days. I quickly leave work in the only thing I got in the divorce, a 2001 ford Minivan. I get to my 1 bedroom efficiency apartment, shower and grab a beer while heading out the door. I leave Gatesville for my brother’s place in Copperas Cove for a Bar B Q.
As I walk into the backyard of my brother Frank’s place, I see about 20 people half I know. “Johnny Boy, over here”, it’s Frank in the corner of the yard. As I Stroll through the yard I shake a few hand and are hugged by some friends and family. In the middle of the yard I grab a beer from a cooler setting on a picnic table. I pop the top on the Lowenbrau and take a long drink, wincing at the end of it. “Boy you still drinking this shit”, I say smiling. “Where are the kids” he inquires. “Barb asked for me let them stay home for the 4th, I agreed if she would let them stay with me for my whole vacation”. I inform him. Just then my brother’s wife Lisa walks up with a nice looking redhead and introduces her as Sammy. Sammy has red hair down to her mid-back, blue eyes, green tanktop and cut off shorts. She is very attractive to say the least. She has a nice easy smile. Sammy has a touch of age to her, that’s makes her even more attractive to me. I say hi and she returns the sentiment with a hardy hello. Lisa mentions that I am a Deputy and she smiles and says, “so, you put them away and I keep them away”. I catch on immediately and inquire which of the many Gatesville Area Unit’s she works at. “Mountain View, Death Row”, she comes back with a little pride in her voice.
Sammy and hit it of, talking into the evening. We trade a few war stories, Laugh and even shed a few tears for a few fallen co-workers. She rides with me out to West Fort Hood to watch the works with the rest of my brother’s friends and family. We watch them quietly, then afterwards she asks me for ride home. Sure I say, looking at her puzzled. She tells me that Lisa picked her up for the party.
She informs me that she lives between Gatesville and the small town of Pidcoke. As we pass through Pidcoke I tell her I’d like to see her again. “That would be wonderful, John.” We pull up to a small wood frame house 2 miles outside of Pidcoke. The hole place needs a man touch. It’s paint is badly pealing, the walkway from the drive to the porch is a dirt path and a old dead tree hanging over part of the house. I get out of the van and walk to the other side and open her door. I walk her to the front door and she opens the front door. She turns around and starts to say something. This is when I lose my manners and interrupt her with a soft long kiss on the mouth. When I pull slowly away, I see a strange look on her face. As I start to apologize for being so forward, she grabs be be the collar and pulls me into her house. She throws me down on the couch that is situated up against the wall to the right of the door. There’s a lamp across the living room emitting a soft light, set the mood. She is knelling working with my belt. At this point I am already raging, it’s a little over a year. She can see my “anticipation” as she unlatches my belt. She use’s her right hand to fumble with my pants button and rubs my throbbingness with her left. I almost go into over load right then, an actual woman’s touch is almost more than I can bare. My pants are undone now and being pulled off, I can see the needs in her eye’s. Just then I remember the underwear I am wearing. It’s a red pair of speedo type with pink lettering on them that read out, “Sexy Boy”. As she pulls my pants around my ankles, I try to explain. She shakes her head as if to say, not now. She pulls the tight fitting undies off releasing me. I guess she’s pleased with what she has just seen cause she gives me a wicked smile and tugs at the beast with one hand and makes to pull my underwear off the rest of the way. This is when the worst thing that could happen, happened, both my pager’s went off. “Shit, I got to call work and the station.”
As I hang up the phone I reach for my Pant’s. “I am so sorry, There’s an emergency, their calling everyone in”,I state. She says she understands, “but why do you have a second pager.” I tell her I volunteer as a fire fighter for Gatesville and I’ll call them on my way to town I inform her. She asks what is going on and I tell her about a large grass fire between Hamilton and Gatesville Rapidly moving toward Gatesville. She grab’s a piece of paper and pen, write her number and work hours down. “I really like you, call me when you get a chance. I’m not ever this forward.”
The 10 miles to Gatesville was a crazy drive, I could hear on the scanner that we were calling in reinforcement from 6 surrounding town’s. Frank is Lt. at the Copperas Cove Fire Department and would be following their bush truck up in their Rescue Suburban. I pull up to the Sheriff Department as my Sergeant walks out. “Let’s go John, we have to evacuate River Fork. It’s close, run light’s and sirens.” River Forks is a Small Housing area that sits off an old dry creek bed. As we approach River Fork we can see the glow in the distance.
