*** Week Seven ***
Reenie is a belly sleeper. One of the reasons I bring that up is the mass (mess) of red hair in the morning delights me to no end. It's such a little thing but it's so intimate and very us. I looked at the clock. Monday, a little before eight. If all went as planned I would be single in a few hours. And I would be Ginger Butler legally. I needed to check email before I left. I wasn't going to bring the computer with me and I certainly didn't want to leave it at the hotel. I smiled at the beauty to my left. I reached over and kissed her collarbone.
"Are you going to start us up all over again?" Damn, how does she do that?
"You don't want me to?"
"Yeah of course I do but I'm hungry and need to use the bathroom." We used the bathroom, had bagels, and made love. The making love part involved margarine liberally smeared over various body parts. It wasn't exactly body art but it
was
delicious and sexy. The bagels were placed over nipples and various other places and were used as a form of target practice involving fingers and tongues. We were a giggly, sweaty, breathless, sexy mess -- and
then
my glorious redhead finished by destroying me in the shower.
I weakly complained that I had to go to court. "Yeah and I want the moron who left you to see just who you're in love with." Oh, that
would
be sweet! "In fact I want to shake his hand and thank him." Isn't she a riot? "Then maybe give his girlfriend a kiss on the lips." I was bent over laughing at the thought of Reenie kissing Bambi! I told her about the sweater thing. Her eyes glittered. I knew just what she was thinking. I love this woman!!
We dressed. I told her my thoughts. If she didn't mind coming with me, we could take one car, stop, and then head to court. After, I wanted to go to work, put my computer in my desk, check email and say goodbye. Plus it would give me a chance to introduce Reenie to Tammy, Jodi and George. Then we would head back to the hotel. We should have a little bit of time to say goodbye. The blues glittered. Oh dear god. The airport was a quick cab ride. Reenie agreed with all of it but the cab ride. She thought that was the dumbest thing. She would take me. I could cab it back Sunday. Why argue?
We left just after eleven. We found coffee, then a store that sold men's sweaters. We found the ugliest button down sweater, several sizes too small, and had it boxed. Would we like it gift wrapped? I had to turn away; I was laughing too hard to talk. Reenie dead panned, "That would be lovely, thank you." She insisted on paying. I had to let her drive -- I was still laughing. She wanted to get a 'Thank You' card. I pleaded with her to stop. I was close to wetting my panties as it was. She did; it was sappy and perfect. She signed it, "Thank you from both of us." That did it. There was a Mickey D's a few blocks up. I told her to pull in and rushed to the bathroom just in the nick of time.
I came outside to find chaos. Reenie had her gun drawn; a guy was on the ground with his fingers locked on his head, legs wide apart. As Reenie patted him down, she told me to call 911. "Two eleven, carjacking; give them the location -- McDonald's, Springboro Pike, south of the Dayton Mall." With shaky hands I dialed and gave what I'd been told to the dispatcher. She asked my name. I gave it. I told her there was an officer on the scene with a suspect. She thanked me. I could hear the sirens already. Not two minutes later two squads pulled into the lot. One of the uniforms was out of the car in a sprint. Reenie flashed her badge. The young kid was cuffed and put in the back of the squad. I was shaking like a leaf. Reenie came up to me and said, "You better go. I have work to do. I'll catch up with you and call when I'm done." She squeezed my hand and smiled. "Go. Good luck. I love you." Calm as can be, she turned and headed back to the scene and the others. I love you too.
I drove in a daze. Fortunately there wasn't a lot of traffic. I knew she had her gun and badge. Jesus. My needing to use the bathroom saved a woman and child (or children), from untold trauma. What happened was bad enough. Holy shit, every day of Reenie's life was like this. She was on patrol, riding in a car. And I'm worrying about getting my hair cut. Good lord! An hour ago we were making love. She had her gun out and turned a bad situation into a good one and I'm on my way to get divorced. My cop! Get used to it Ginger.
I parked and went into the courthouse, went through security and up to the second floor. I was nearly late for my own divorce. I found Kyle pacing in the hallway. "Where have you been? Good grief." I tried to stay calm.
"My girlfriend is a Dayton cop. She interrupted a carjacking in progress. So shut the fuck up and let's get this done." He looked at me, completely knocked off his perch. One more person knows who the new Ginger is. "Are you ready to finish this today, Kyle? Did you make sure I could change my name?" He blinked; the lawyer was back.
"Yes, this is going to happen today and I've written language for the name change. I've already checked in with the clerk. Let's get inside." I found Bill -- no Bambi. Shit, that would have been too much fun. I found a seat and sat down. I saw Bill look at Kyle and look around for me. I kept my head down. I was smiling thinking about Reenie's plans.