"Tommy" Part 22
"Tommy"
By Gentile
Part 22
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The surprise did indeed turn out to be the strawberry rhubarb pie. Absolutely scrumptious. I wolfed it down as I waited the arrival of the duchess & duke of Bellevue, Nebraska.
He looked damn impressive in his uniform. As Tommy strapped on his gun belt big mouth Girl, in her gorgeous new top & $100 jeans briefed us on a number of issues:
"Now listen up. I want us to have a good time. This is like our first date as a unit, the nucleus. Let's be extra kind and patient with one another and not talk over one another, Cully. Now, since Cully was so kind as to let you drive, Tommy, you'll get in on the driver's side. I'll get into the back thru Cully's side and then of course Cul will drive in the front passenger seat. Now I want you two to shake hands. That's for good luck." We hesitated.
"Go on!"
We gave in and obeyed, Tommy all smiles.
"Okay, now let us bow our heads and I'll say a short prayer."
"Girllll." Me
"Bow your head!" Shecrossed herself.
"We pray in the name of Jesus Christ. Please protect our new friend tonight, oh, heavenly Father. He's a police officer and my husband and I will be traveling with him on his beat. These are two good men, God. True of heart and of sound stock. They are in my charge and I will care for them always. We're a God fearing family, Lord. Please understand our situation, I pray of you. It is unique, Lord, but we believe in you and your almighty light, forever. In your name, Jesus, Amen."
"Amen." Tommy
"Amen." Me
"Thank you, guys. I feel better now. We'll have a good time and Tommy will be safe. Hurry now, we don't want to be late for our drive-along."
As God was our witness & in broad daylight---2'O'clock of the afternoon we went out that door. Tommy led us, then me, with Girl at the last. I never looked anywhere but straight to the earth.
It was damn weird driving shotgun. But, one look across and it could be nary other way. He would be driver ever more.
Girl took a spot that she would occupy for most of our time together. Edge of the back seat, just about right behind Tommy's right ear.
"Tommy, don't ever go down that hill. It's one-way, the way we came up today. Cully goes down there just to aggravate."
"Should I give him a ticket, baby-girl?"
"Oh, Tommy, feelin' his oats, eh?" - To-my-self.
"That's a good idea. Teach him a lesson."
Once we cleared the park and got on the road she made sure to initiate some manner of physical connection with the man. Just a touch. A pat on the shoulder. Wet a finger and touch up his hair.
And Tommy? He kept an eye on her in the rear view. Then she found the angle and they played that way ever so softly.
I could see. And it was a terrific turn-on for me.
"Tommy?"
"What sweetheart?"
"Nothing, I just like saying your name out loud."
"Give me a break." To-my-self.
"You look so pretty, baby-girl."
He'd settled on "baby-girl" as his go to call for her. And that call would remain throughout our time.
We'd leave the Plymouth at his apartment complex where the cruiser would be left for him. Then we'd simply drop it back off after the shift and drive back in the Plymouth.
"Can I sit in the front with you, Tommy, or, not?" As we pulled in next to the squad car.
"No, I can't do that, angel. I already told you, remember?"
"I know that, but, I want to, Tommy. I won't be able to see sitting in back. I won't tell."
It was like trying to explain to her why I couldn't tell her anything about SAC HQ and working underground there with an TS EBI clearance.
"I'm not going to tell anyone. Just my mother, and she won't say anything. What are doing in there? Just tell me. I'm your wife. You're allowed to tell your wife. Don't be selfish, Dale."
"No. I can't do it. I'd lose my clearance, get into trouble, lot's of trouble, Girl."
"You wouldn't a got that clearance if I hadn't lied to that government investigator guy."
"I never told you to lie."
"Baloney. When they came to my house and asked me about our relationship I told them that you were my boyfriend. But, I didn't tell him about you wanting to see it, and you wanting me to touch it. Because you told me not to. I said you were a good boy and that we only kissed twice on prom night when you took me downtown Cleveland to The Theatrical and that we were engaged to be married."
"And another thing, that one investigator was mean. I wouldn't talk to him, so, he switched with the one talking to my dad. He was a lot nicer, even cute. And when I shook his hand I made sure to glance his skin. And you got that EBI clearance, bub, didn't you? Now tell me!"
I finally had to call mother long distance and get her to talk the Looney bird out of nagging me. Girl relented, apologized and didn't bring it up as often.
I'd hope this wasn't going to turn into that.
"How bout I take you shopping again tomorrow and buy you a new hat instead. Okay, baby-girl?"
"That's so sweet of you, Tommy. Yes, thank you. I can't wait."
He'd never learn, or, maybe he did and his was the wise move after all.
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The view from the back seat was a bit marred. A Plexiglas shield covered the entire space twixt front & back seats. Small holes had been drilled with no planned design so one could converse with the officer and so air flow would be enabled. I didn't complain and neither did "new hat Girl."
He passed the waiver papers back thru the opening slit. "Sign these guys so it's all taken care of." I was shocked when numb nuts didn't make a federal case out of it. She signed, collected mine and slid 'em back thru. "Here you are, sweetheart. You look so cute in your uniform, Tommy."
And once again they found one another in the rear view mirror. And once again I found it incredibly adorable.
Got on the two way radio and set up communication with the dispatcher. A girl named Joyce. Girl didn't like that---I could tell right off. Just a change in body language. Joyce had a sexy voice. And of course I built a woman to that voice in my gourd as Tommy conducted his shift that day turned night. Well, half-his-shift anyway. I learned quickly that Girl wanted no other woman close to Tommy. And Tommy? The same thing. I was fine, no problem whatsoever. No grudge. No bitterness. Total acceptance, even love/we were, in the end, brothers of the same mother. And Girl was the daughter "mama" had never had till her.
And as Tommy & Girl would play in his ancestral bedroom, preserved by parents for their only c***d, him tossing her onto his bed then tickling her adorably. "You're tickling too hard, I'm going to pee my pants, Tommy!" Then laugh with glee. "Toss me again, Tommy!"
Mama and I could hear them at play as she fed me and we'd talk about the old days of her Omaha & of my beloved Cleveland over fresh brewed coffee.
"My boy is a good boy, Cully, but, he is not a saint."
"He doesn't have to be a saint, mama. They love one another."
"Yes, they do, son."
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On the first traffic stop Girl put her foot down before anything got writ:
"Tommy?"
"What, baby?" She leaned forward and spoke right into a gaggle of drilled holes: "Don't give them a ticket. Just give them a warning. I don't want you to give them a ticket. I don't want them to have to pay money." They locked in the rear view.
He lined right up. "Sure, baby-girl, just the warning."
"Thank you, darling." Collected his accouterments and walked to the lucky schnook's car.
"Girl, you can't do that. He's a professional. It's his job. That's wrong."
"Malarkey. He said okay, didn't he?"
Lowered her voice to a whisper (like Joyce could hear us): "I don't like that Joyce woman, do you?"
I nipped it. "Girl, nothing is going on and you know it. He's totally devoted to you."
And he was, we'd go out together, the three of us. Never, ever did I see that man ogle other women, not-one-time. I had to quit doing it because I was embarrassed that he didn't and I felt an ass doing it in his presence, much less hers. And he never admonished me before I quit. He didn't scoff, or shake his head, or, cast me down. He led by example. He never did anything behind Girl's back that he wouldn't do to her face. I had to quit doing that because he didn't do it. I'd a stood out like sore thumb if I hadn't. He was devoted to Girl and Girl to him. There was no extracurricular smooching during the Year of Tommy. It was Tommy, Girl, and me, and nobody elsePERIOD
Well, mama of course, but, that was it.
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We spent Tommy shift handing out warnings. And he did not get out of that cruiser without a fresh reminder. Even just a look in the rear view twixt 'em. He'd go to get out, she'd scoot up and laser lock him thru the rear view.
But, it was lots of fun. Tommy entertained us with more stories of the road, of his c***dhood there in the north of Omaha, of his late father. Tommy was bigger than life.
The sun had failed the sky as along about 8:30 Tommy pulled it over. "How bout lunch, well dinner as it were? I'm ready for a cheeseburger myself. I'm buyin'. Cully?"
I was starvin'. "Count me in."
"Baby-girl?"
"No."
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(to be continued)
By Gentile
Part 22
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The surprise did indeed turn out to be the strawberry rhubarb pie. Absolutely scrumptious. I wolfed it down as I waited the arrival of the duchess & duke of Bellevue, Nebraska.
He looked damn impressive in his uniform. As Tommy strapped on his gun belt big mouth Girl, in her gorgeous new top & $100 jeans briefed us on a number of issues:
"Now listen up. I want us to have a good time. This is like our first date as a unit, the nucleus. Let's be extra kind and patient with one another and not talk over one another, Cully. Now, since Cully was so kind as to let you drive, Tommy, you'll get in on the driver's side. I'll get into the back thru Cully's side and then of course Cul will drive in the front passenger seat. Now I want you two to shake hands. That's for good luck." We hesitated.
"Go on!"
We gave in and obeyed, Tommy all smiles.
"Okay, now let us bow our heads and I'll say a short prayer."
"Girllll." Me
"Bow your head!" Shecrossed herself.
"We pray in the name of Jesus Christ. Please protect our new friend tonight, oh, heavenly Father. He's a police officer and my husband and I will be traveling with him on his beat. These are two good men, God. True of heart and of sound stock. They are in my charge and I will care for them always. We're a God fearing family, Lord. Please understand our situation, I pray of you. It is unique, Lord, but we believe in you and your almighty light, forever. In your name, Jesus, Amen."
"Amen." Tommy
"Amen." Me
"Thank you, guys. I feel better now. We'll have a good time and Tommy will be safe. Hurry now, we don't want to be late for our drive-along."
As God was our witness & in broad daylight---2'O'clock of the afternoon we went out that door. Tommy led us, then me, with Girl at the last. I never looked anywhere but straight to the earth.
It was damn weird driving shotgun. But, one look across and it could be nary other way. He would be driver ever more.
Girl took a spot that she would occupy for most of our time together. Edge of the back seat, just about right behind Tommy's right ear.
"Tommy, don't ever go down that hill. It's one-way, the way we came up today. Cully goes down there just to aggravate."
"Should I give him a ticket, baby-girl?"
"Oh, Tommy, feelin' his oats, eh?" - To-my-self.
"That's a good idea. Teach him a lesson."
Once we cleared the park and got on the road she made sure to initiate some manner of physical connection with the man. Just a touch. A pat on the shoulder. Wet a finger and touch up his hair.
And Tommy? He kept an eye on her in the rear view. Then she found the angle and they played that way ever so softly.
I could see. And it was a terrific turn-on for me.
"Tommy?"
"What sweetheart?"
"Nothing, I just like saying your name out loud."
"Give me a break." To-my-self.
"You look so pretty, baby-girl."
He'd settled on "baby-girl" as his go to call for her. And that call would remain throughout our time.
We'd leave the Plymouth at his apartment complex where the cruiser would be left for him. Then we'd simply drop it back off after the shift and drive back in the Plymouth.
"Can I sit in the front with you, Tommy, or, not?" As we pulled in next to the squad car.
"No, I can't do that, angel. I already told you, remember?"
"I know that, but, I want to, Tommy. I won't be able to see sitting in back. I won't tell."
It was like trying to explain to her why I couldn't tell her anything about SAC HQ and working underground there with an TS EBI clearance.
"I'm not going to tell anyone. Just my mother, and she won't say anything. What are doing in there? Just tell me. I'm your wife. You're allowed to tell your wife. Don't be selfish, Dale."
"No. I can't do it. I'd lose my clearance, get into trouble, lot's of trouble, Girl."
"You wouldn't a got that clearance if I hadn't lied to that government investigator guy."
"I never told you to lie."
"Baloney. When they came to my house and asked me about our relationship I told them that you were my boyfriend. But, I didn't tell him about you wanting to see it, and you wanting me to touch it. Because you told me not to. I said you were a good boy and that we only kissed twice on prom night when you took me downtown Cleveland to The Theatrical and that we were engaged to be married."
"And another thing, that one investigator was mean. I wouldn't talk to him, so, he switched with the one talking to my dad. He was a lot nicer, even cute. And when I shook his hand I made sure to glance his skin. And you got that EBI clearance, bub, didn't you? Now tell me!"
I finally had to call mother long distance and get her to talk the Looney bird out of nagging me. Girl relented, apologized and didn't bring it up as often.
I'd hope this wasn't going to turn into that.
"How bout I take you shopping again tomorrow and buy you a new hat instead. Okay, baby-girl?"
"That's so sweet of you, Tommy. Yes, thank you. I can't wait."
He'd never learn, or, maybe he did and his was the wise move after all.
---------
The view from the back seat was a bit marred. A Plexiglas shield covered the entire space twixt front & back seats. Small holes had been drilled with no planned design so one could converse with the officer and so air flow would be enabled. I didn't complain and neither did "new hat Girl."
He passed the waiver papers back thru the opening slit. "Sign these guys so it's all taken care of." I was shocked when numb nuts didn't make a federal case out of it. She signed, collected mine and slid 'em back thru. "Here you are, sweetheart. You look so cute in your uniform, Tommy."
And once again they found one another in the rear view mirror. And once again I found it incredibly adorable.
Got on the two way radio and set up communication with the dispatcher. A girl named Joyce. Girl didn't like that---I could tell right off. Just a change in body language. Joyce had a sexy voice. And of course I built a woman to that voice in my gourd as Tommy conducted his shift that day turned night. Well, half-his-shift anyway. I learned quickly that Girl wanted no other woman close to Tommy. And Tommy? The same thing. I was fine, no problem whatsoever. No grudge. No bitterness. Total acceptance, even love/we were, in the end, brothers of the same mother. And Girl was the daughter "mama" had never had till her.
And as Tommy & Girl would play in his ancestral bedroom, preserved by parents for their only c***d, him tossing her onto his bed then tickling her adorably. "You're tickling too hard, I'm going to pee my pants, Tommy!" Then laugh with glee. "Toss me again, Tommy!"
Mama and I could hear them at play as she fed me and we'd talk about the old days of her Omaha & of my beloved Cleveland over fresh brewed coffee.
"My boy is a good boy, Cully, but, he is not a saint."
"He doesn't have to be a saint, mama. They love one another."
"Yes, they do, son."
---------
On the first traffic stop Girl put her foot down before anything got writ:
"Tommy?"
"What, baby?" She leaned forward and spoke right into a gaggle of drilled holes: "Don't give them a ticket. Just give them a warning. I don't want you to give them a ticket. I don't want them to have to pay money." They locked in the rear view.
He lined right up. "Sure, baby-girl, just the warning."
"Thank you, darling." Collected his accouterments and walked to the lucky schnook's car.
"Girl, you can't do that. He's a professional. It's his job. That's wrong."
"Malarkey. He said okay, didn't he?"
Lowered her voice to a whisper (like Joyce could hear us): "I don't like that Joyce woman, do you?"
I nipped it. "Girl, nothing is going on and you know it. He's totally devoted to you."
And he was, we'd go out together, the three of us. Never, ever did I see that man ogle other women, not-one-time. I had to quit doing it because I was embarrassed that he didn't and I felt an ass doing it in his presence, much less hers. And he never admonished me before I quit. He didn't scoff, or shake his head, or, cast me down. He led by example. He never did anything behind Girl's back that he wouldn't do to her face. I had to quit doing that because he didn't do it. I'd a stood out like sore thumb if I hadn't. He was devoted to Girl and Girl to him. There was no extracurricular smooching during the Year of Tommy. It was Tommy, Girl, and me, and nobody elsePERIOD
Well, mama of course, but, that was it.
---------
We spent Tommy shift handing out warnings. And he did not get out of that cruiser without a fresh reminder. Even just a look in the rear view twixt 'em. He'd go to get out, she'd scoot up and laser lock him thru the rear view.
But, it was lots of fun. Tommy entertained us with more stories of the road, of his c***dhood there in the north of Omaha, of his late father. Tommy was bigger than life.
The sun had failed the sky as along about 8:30 Tommy pulled it over. "How bout lunch, well dinner as it were? I'm ready for a cheeseburger myself. I'm buyin'. Cully?"
I was starvin'. "Count me in."
"Baby-girl?"
"No."
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(to be continued)
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