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Chapter 4
Dreams can be so enjoyable. Walking along the beach listening to the sounds of the waves slapping back and forth, my body is soaking up the sun. A gentle breeze and reggae music playing in the background. Ah, this is the life. Then reality interrupts.
I jump out of bed from the banging on my front door. I rush downstairs and open the door. The Colonel is standing there with his head tilted giving me a strange look. Damn! It can't be 7PM. He was serious?!
"This is an interesting look. Your idea of dressing up needs some work."
"I never agreed to those anonymous pages. And my look is called 'Just jumped out of bed due to some a-hole pounding on my door'." I hiss as the Colonel just shakes his head.
"I figured you needed my help to get ready. Good thing I wasn't really planning on leaving until twenty hundred. That gives me an hour to try and clean you up."
I try to slam the door in his face, but he is too fast and sticks his shoe in to block my efforts. I resort to playing dirty and try to use my powers of persuasion to get him to turn around and leave, but he seems prepared for that too. There is no effect. We stare each other down, neither wanting to be the first to look away. It's a game of dominance and one that I have never been good at playing. Actually I hate games, all games.
Finally the cold from outside overwhelms me since I'm barely covered with clothing. Sighing, I back up expressing a silent defeat which he takes as an invitation inside. The Colonel strolls in like he owns the place and it only infuriates me further. He plops down on the couch and puts his feet on the coffee table.
"Tick tock Dr Sloan. Hurry along and pretty yourself up." That hits my last nerve.
"What is your problem Colonel Taylor Quinn? You are bleeding to death and I help you. You are rude and I help you. You ignore me and then always show up around me. You send me silly messages like a kid in school. You show up at my home and force yourself in only to insult me and then expect me to happily comply like you are some king that I need to serve. I don't think so. Go to hell! You wanted in. You're in. But don't expect me to be going anywhere with you anytime soon, you sonofabitch."
He laughs. I almost choke in shock at seeing that he actually has a smile and cute belly laugh. There was even a small dimple on his right cheek. No, his laugh is not cute. Nothing about him is cute. Well, his tight jeans are pretty damn sexy. No! He is not sexy. He is not cute. La la la la la. He seems to sense my internal struggle and chuckles again.
"Are you finished?" He asks calmly.
"No! I am not finished. I could call the MP's and get you in a lot of trouble. What do you think about that?" I say walking toward the phone.
He watches but says nothing. I pick up the receiver and start pressing numbers.
"I know you aren't calling the MP's because your residence is not on base. They have no jurisdiction." Damn him!
"Fine! I'll call the police. They DO have jurisdiction."
"Good, I look forward to seeing my buddies. They are all ex-military men, you know. We will have a great time partying here. What kind of beer do you have?"
"WHAT DO YOU WANT COLONEL QUINN? WHY DO YOU KEEP BOTHERING ME? I am just trying to take care of injured soldiers and do my part for America. I work hard. I don't stick my nose in anyone's business. I haven't said a word to anyone about your visit to the ER."
"I told you this morning. You need to get a life doctor. So I am taking time out of my busy world to treat you to a night out on the town. It is my gift to you."
Wonderful. Now he is actually admitting he thinks he is God's gift to the world. He is not going to guilt me by turning it around trying to make it sound like I am the one that is being ridiculous and over-reacting.
"I never asked for your help or your gifts. I have a life. I like my life. I don't like you in my life."
The Colonel glances at his watch "Now you have forty-five minutes to get ready Doc."
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" I yell.
"Well if you really want to go wearing that and your bed-head, then be my guest." The Colonel says and he rises to his feet and walks toward me. "Let's go then."
He puts his hand on my shoulder and starts to push me toward the front door. I resist and turn back. Now our faces are inches apart. I can smell his enticing cologne and feel his warm breathe so close. I try to take a step back, but his hand is firm on my shoulder and I can't budge. We look into each other's eyes. It feels like minutes have past, but it had to be only a few seconds. The Colonel then steps aside, still holding my shoulder and leads me toward the stairs. I am not sure why I am letting him move me about like cattle. I am NOT going to be sleeping with him. I am not going to let any other part of his body touch me, I don't care how sensuous his lips look or how much I want to run my fingers through his short spiky chocolate hair.
At last I have the strength to speak again without sounding shaky, "Fine! You win. I'll go wherever you want to drag me since you are obviously not going to leave. But this is it. You will not do anything like this again to me. Ever! Do you understand?"
"Yeah yeah yeah" he mutters "Just go shower. When you're done hopefully I will have found something in your closet that I am willing to be seen with you wearing."
I turn to growl an angry retort, but am already in the bathroom. He closes the door to shut me up.
Exactly forty-five minutes later, the front door closes and we leave my house. Against my better judgment, I wore what I was told. Why do I feel like I am ten again and my mother is making me wear some awful outfit that she has chosen to torture me with?
I glance down again to make sure that all the important parts are covered. I am showing a lot of skin, probably even more than what I was wearing when the Colonel showed up. The thigh high 3-inch heel leather boats had been a spur of the moment purchase some years ago that I never intended to wear in public. The black leather mini skirt was a forgotten memory that should have been burned or at least hidden in the dark recesses of the closet. How did he ever find this?
I fidget and adjust the strips of material crossing my abdomen and exposing most of my stomach, shoulders, back, arms, well just about everything was exposed. I wasn't even sure that this was something I owned. It definitely was not recognizable. The Colonel was kind enough to let me wear a thin black leather jacket out into the cold.
Great, I am going to be known as the nipple girl tonight. I am freezing and everyone will be able to see. Can this night get any worse? I hope we are going somewhere obscure so I never have to go there again. Hopefully I won't see anyone I know.
As we walk the length of her driveway, I look around for his car. Then I notice the big black and chrome motorcycle parked on the front lawn of all places.
"Oh no! I am not wearing this and riding on that." I stutter.
"Yes you are. Now get on and let's roll."
"I can't even straddle this thing without exposing myself."
"Well then I hope you are wearing panties otherwise you might have to straddle something else hard that will give you the ride of your life."
"Ew!" I shout not appreciating his vulgarity.
The Colonel is not even listening. He gets on the bike and adjusts himself. He turns and hands me a helmet.
"I just spent time fixing my hair and now you want me to cover it with this?"
"Just trying to keep you safe. Suit yourself. You have to wear eye protection. It's the law."
I tug on the helmet like a child throwing a temper tantrum. Then I carefully move my leg over the lowest part of the motorcycle and wiggle back trying to avoid any further embarrassment in order to sit on the bike. The seat is small and angled. I keep sliding toward the Colonel. My legs are practically wrapped around him. His tight butt is close enough to feel warmth radiating from him and I start to get aroused. Cabbage. Dead grass. Worms. Think about anything else. The Colonel reaches back, taking my hand and pulls it around his waist.
"You might want to hang on, tight." The bike roars to life and darts off like a bat out hell.
We finally arrive at a placed called The Shire. It is dark and hard to see much detail about the structure but it appears to be a bar or a dance club of some sort. The parking lot is full and people are oozing out of everywhere. It looks like there may be an outside terrace in back and some tables along the side. The front entrance is so crowded the inside doors are not visible.
The Colonel takes my hand and quickly leads us through the crowd. It was like the parting of the red sea. People seemed to just move out of his way and then fill back in as soon as we pass. I was preparing to complain about holding his hand, but realized that it was the only way for both of us to get to wherever it was he was going. His hand was soft and warm after all, so it wasn't unbearable. The Colonel stopped so abruptly that I slammed right into his back. He looks back at me with a slight smile, like he meant for that to happen, so I flash him my angriest look. Then we continued plowing through the patrons.
The place seemed to stretch on forever. I could finally see the back wall with a small booth in the corner. It was surprisingly empty. We walk up to it, and the Colonel reaches for my jacket. After he took the jacket, he guides me into the booth. There was a tiny hook next to the table. The Colonel hangs up the coat and then slides around the other side. No sooner had his butt hit the seat, did a waitress show up with a pad ready to take our order. I look around for a menu, but the Colonel was already ordering.
"We'll have two glasses of water. I'll have a MGD and she'll have a ..." he looked at me and paused. So he was going to let me speak?
"I'll have a MGD as well. Thank you."
The waitress winked at the Colonel but barely even acknowledged that I was sitting there.
"Friend of yours?" I ask.
"Oh, I am a regular here. I tip well."
"So is this your table?" I ask jokingly.
"Yes." He says rather seriously.
The waitress came back with the water and beers. She appeared to be waiting for further direction from the big tipper. There has to be more to this story. She is probably one of his flings and is waiting to hook up with him later tonight. Lovely. She probably thinks I am his current play toy. I am certainly dressed for the part. Damn him again!
"That will be all for now Tiffany."
I look for a name tag but there wasn't one on the skimpy outfit Tiffany wore as a uniform. The plot thickens. At least there will be some sort of entertainment tonight.
We just sit in silence. I look around watching the people. They were of all ages. Some were shooting pool. Some were on the dance-floor located off to the right. Most were just in small groups conversing and laughing. It was a somewhat relaxing environment if it weren't for the loud music and gobs of people.
The Colonel clears his throat rather loudly and I sharply turned back toward him.
"So you're going to pout now?" he asks.