Saturday, December 31, 2016

Dating in the Modern Age - Part 1 - Hank Stanley and Judith Baldwin



After receiving a nice tie from Mason and Mabel for Christmas, Hank Stanley was amused to find out that the twins had also gotten on his computer while he was at work and his son Ford and his wife Wendy were taking a walk around the island, and set him up an account on a dating site. The picture was one they had someone scanned from his days as a young firefighter and posted it. Not angry, but merely amused, he began to look at the women the twins had 'favorited' for him. He then updated his profile with an updated picture and wrote letters or apology to three of the five women the twins has selected for him, rejecting the other two women who were, according to their profiles, in their 20's.



To: Judith B
From: Chief Hank
Date: January 1, 2017

Dear Judith,

Happy New Year!

Please ignore and forgive any past messages you may have received from this account. My grandchildren, meaning well (I think), began this account without my knowledge or consent. The profile picture that HAD been there was from my probie year and has been changed to a more brutally honest and recent picture. Of all the information the only things the grand kids got right was that I am male and a firefighter.

My grandson is looking over my shoulder, telling me I have to write about my scars, as girls like bravery. How do you make the eye roll thing?

So my actual age is 53 and I am the chief of the Alexandra Fire Department. As you can see by the new profile picture, I am a burn victim, but it has not ended my career. The scars are on my forearms, my chest and my face. I don't know about bravery. It was my job. I did it and accidents on the job happen.

In closing, I ask again please forgive my grandchildren. They are fraternal twins and a bit energetic. But they meant well.

Thank you for your time,
Chief Hank




Judith Baldwin comes home from her New Year’s babysitting extravaganza and family visit just before lunch on January 2nd. She’s rung in and rung out from the excitement. However as a teacher she still has another blessed week off work. She plunks her bags in a corner of her bedroom and changes into clean pajamas in the middle of the day, because she can! She opens her closet and pulls on a robe and her fluffy slippers and shuffled to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.

Her boarder, Sky, seems to be out so the house is perfectly quiet, maybe too quiet. She puts on the TV in the room across on the Food Channel as always. Judith can see it from the kitchen island but it’s nothing earth shattering today. Jamie Oliver reruns….meh. While the coffee perks she fires up her laptop and checks her email. There’s a small desk on the end of her kitchen island and she uses her laptop for recipes to it’s a handy spot. Her inbox is full of useless crap and she sighs at it and starts ticking things off to delete. She keeps getting notices from that Table for Two dating site a friend talked her into signing up for. Maybe she should just delete her profile and stop all the spam.

Someone named Chief Hank has added her as a favorite and sent her two messages. With a groan she goes to check, hoping to god it’s not some creep sending her a photo of his male member again. She reported the last one and she’ll do it again! Judith starts to scan the message, her defenses set high and then can’t help but start to laugh. This is clearly the second message sent from this Chief Hank and the first has an adorable story. Not only that, but this is the most polite and articulate correspondence she’s had since she joined. Well done Chief Hank….and his grandchildren. Judith reads over Chief Hank’s profile thoughtfully. He’s handsome. And he’s the Fire Chief on Alexandra? He probably knows her aunt, Martha Bloom. She won’t mention Martha but she will mention the island. Still chuckling, she types out a kind reply and hits send. She opens his profile again and her cursor hovers over the add friend button and then she clicks it. What the hell? He did say he was looking for friends.




To: Chief Hank
From: Judith B
Date: January 2, 2017

Dear Chief Hank,

Happy New Year to you as well.

To be honest, I don’t check my messages here very often since there ends up being a great deal of spam and unwanted mail. However, in receiving your last message I did take the time to go back through some old ones and see what your grandchildren had written on your behalf. It was very sweet and they clearly adore you with all the nice things they said about you. You are a lucky grandfather indeed.

I also have two wonderful little granddaughters so now I know what to watch out for when they’re old enough to sneak on my computer. Right now it’s still all about Frozen. What was that eyeball roll thing you were talking about? It is a lovely story but after the 15th time around the music does wear on my nerves.

Scars are nothing to be ashamed of and the work you do is very noble and important to everyone else who isn’t able to do what you do. I have great respect for people who work in any emergency service capacity.

I know your island well. I have some family there myself. I do hope you had a lovely holiday season with your grandchildren. I certainly enjoyed mine.

Sincerely,
Judith B.




Setting the Record Straight - New Year's Eve - Frank and Darcy, and Vincent

Frank Sharp slid into her coat as her shift ended. It had been days and days of anxiety and she was, frankly, annoyed with it. Darcy was still acting a little odd, especially when Sam, who was friends with them both, had asked how Frank had spent her Christmas. Not shy, Frank had admitted how she spent her evening. Of course there was ribbing by the Chief, who was happy enough at a fledgling relationship with his sister-in-law. But Darcy seemed a little ... out of sorts. And Frank was bound and determined to sort it out. They had to work together, dammit.

Bouncing the idea off of Tamela, she decided to try something.

"Hey Darcy." she grabs her coat. "I know the kids are all going to be hanging out at the Reinhardt's tonight. How about me and you have dinner or something ... beats spending the night alone, right?"

Darcy was just sorting the last of her paperwork and piling it so it made sense the next day. She heard Frank's invite and looked up in surprise "What? Uh...OK...sure." She almost looked like she was trying to think her way out but had nothing to cause her to reasonably say no. She also didn't want to be rude. She did like Frank as a person and respected her immensely as a coworker "Where do you want to go?" She put on an awkward but honest smile and walked to her own jacket.

Frank considers. The town was a small one and, New Years or no New Years, the sidewalks would get rolled up relatively early. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I was thinking my place or yours." she replies. "Honestly I would love to go to your place, because YOU have a view of the inlet and so the fireworks display they are having at midnight." she offers. "Again .. NOT an offer for a date ... just a suggestion of a couple co-workers who would be alone NOT being alone." she tries to sweeten the pot. "I make an incredible egg nog ....."

Darcy just kind of chuckles "Alright a New Year's un-date it is. Should we get take out to go with your eggnog? God I wish this town had some Middle Eastern food....you know what...I'll cook. I'm really craving kebabs and Tabbouleh salad. I think I have most of the stuff....."

Frank smiles. "We COULD, but if you're going to cook, I am not going to stop you." she laughs. "But if you want I can pick up some platters from the grocery store." she offers. "Meet at 7?" an hour after they get off shift.

Darcy holds up a finger "Ok let me write down the whole address...I think you've only been to my place in the other building...and yes I'll cook." She grabs a pen and a scrap of paper and hesitates "I have to ask...is your...is Tamela OK with this idea? I know you said it's not a date...and I'm not taking it like one at all..."

Frank smiles. "Sure. Tamela had to work, and it isn't a date, so no need to worry." she shrugs into her coat. "So give me the address and I'll come over in an hour with a eggs and milk for egg nog?"

Darcy writes it down and passes it over "Ok. I'm going to go cook." She smiles and heads off.

Vincent has gotten himself together for the evening, dressing in his nice new Christmas clothes and telling himself it isn't because he's going to meet Fiona's ex. Finally, he straightens his clothes and comes out of his room. "Well ... how do I look?"

Frank takes the address and pockets it. "I'll be there." she heads out and, once she gets home, she changes into jeans and a sweater and sends Tamela a text message telling her the non-date is on and she'll keep her posted. Then she heads back out, going to the grocery to pick up eggs and milk, finally going to the Greybar building and taking the elevator up tot he 10th floor and knocking.

Darcy is putting marinated chicken kebabs into the oven and turns around to look at him after "You look great kid. It's an outdoor party though....do you want some ski pants? I buy mine big so I can layer..and they're men's...." She's got parsley and mint already chopped and it's filling the room with a wonderful fresh scent. There's a pot on the stove simmering with Bulgar. She hears the knock and heads to the door and pulls it open "Hey Frank, come on in." She smiles, more relaxed at home than at work. Darcy has changed into a green soft flannel plaid shirt and baggy old faded jeans.

Vincent blinks. "Nooooo .... my pea coat should be fine." he announces with all the confidence of a boy his age. He looks at the door and smiles. "Hey Professor Sharp." he calls, as he wanders into the kitchen literally sniffing around. "You two are ...." he arches a brow.

Frank comes in and looks at Vincent, cutting him off. "Hanging out and watching the fireworks together. You know .. like ... FRIENDS?" she rolls her eyes and looks at him. "Ohhhh someone hit the Christmas jackpot. Nice." she notes his jeans, but keeps her mouth shut. She knows how the kids are and makes a mental note to see how quick he winds up sick.

Darcy smiles at Frank's explanation of their night and nags Vincent just a bit "Ok but sit close to the fire if you get cold. We're just hanging out. Do you want me to save you some grub? It's gonna be really good!"

Vincent laughs and rolls his eyes like a put upon child, but he loves it. "Yes, Darcy Mom." he kisses her on the cheek. "Nah, I'll be fine and if not I'll fix a quick sandwich before I go to bed. I'll probably be home around two..." he's testing a little, but if she lets him, he'll sure try and get home that late. He grabs his shoes and slips into them, then grabs his coat and will be gone if Darcy doesn't stop him.

Frank watches the exchange and makes a mental note of the nick-name. She sees the tests every day .. the kids with their parents, the kids with their teachers and the kids with each other. It made her glad she never expected to become a parent.

Darcy isn't really one for curfews but does require communication. As long as the kid is somewhere safe and she knows where, it's fine "Text me at 12:30 please. I understand you'll be busy at midnight..." She teases and then sees the shoes "Come on...boots! You're going to be outside half the night at least." She'll speak to Frank properly once this is sorted, like any parent who can't have a grown up conversation while their kid is trying them.

Vincent nods, and blushes crimson. "Yea .. well .. I might be ...." he concedes, changing into his boots over two pair of socks without even protesting the insistence of changing from his shoes. He's happy with the communication. "Alright .... I'll text at 12:30. Love ya!" and hes gone, closing the door behind him.

Frank looks at the door and then at Darcy with a grin. "Darcy Mom, eh?" she didn't know they were THAT close but it suited them. She holds up a canvas bag, from which a carton of eggs can be seen. She only needs a blender at this point, really.

Darcy starts to get her goodbye out as the door shuts "Have fun...love....oh he's gone...." She laughs and then turns to hear Frank and has a sweet melting look on her face "Yeah. He started calling me that Christmas Eve, best gift ever. Never thought I'd love a kid so much." She gestures at the door "And this is like normal, compared to his life with Gino where he was dodging alcoholic rage. I'd so much rather he be fighting me over winter clothes.." She looks at the eggs and reaches to a lower cupboard offering a blender "This? There's a plug on the end here...."

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Frank chuckles and nods, setting the bags down and taking off her coat. "No, its great. I knew about Gino ... professionally from BOTH jobs. I was worried about the kid for a while. I'm glad you took him in." she takes the bags and blender to the corner and then takes out the milk and eggs, then several small containers of spice from her pockets. "I didn't know what you had, so I just brought from home." she adds by sight and adds half the milk and starts the blender. After she lifts the cover and inhales. "I think we got it." she puts the rest of the eggs and milk in the fridge if they need more. "Glasses?"

Darcy has moved back to chopping for the salad. She's now mincing cucumbers after tomatoes. "Cupboard to the right of the sink. I'm glad too. That looks tasty. I've never made my own nog."

Frank nods and gets the glasses, pouring for them both and setting Darcy's within easy reach. "I love it and my Dad loves it. My mom used to make it but ... after the split I learned how. He said it was better than hers, but I think he's biased." she sips. "Or not ... it IS good. But ... I have Mommy issues."

Darcy listens to her and nods. She's not sure she should ask about the mommy issues but she's tucking it away in her brain as something to be sensitive to. She picks up the cup and sips and then smiles after she swallows "That is nice. Thank you for making it." She dumps the cucs and tomatoes into the salad bowl and starts mincing a red onion. She decides to try and ask about Frank's Dad instead "Does your father live in British Columbia?"

Frank leans against the counter, watching Darcy cook. "Winnipeg." she replies. "He was a sports caster for a while. Traveled all over Canada. I got to go with him after the split, which is how I fell in love with British Columbia." she replies. Frank is an open book. Literally frank about pretty much everything.

Darcy is attentive and then replies "Huh...sounds like my life but as an air force brat. My Dad almost had a transfer to the 17 wing in Winnipeg but they sent us to Shearwater in Halifax instead. It was only a year but I got to ride in my first helicopter....and you know where that led." She mixes in the onion and then takes the bulgar off the heat and literally puts the pot in the freezer after a stir. Now she carefully asks "Do you still have contact with your mom?"

Frank nods, listening and laughs. "Yes ... I've heard of your flying skills." she tells her. "I don't think you've met Jasmine Paulina yet. The redhead behind the wheel of the fire truck and fire chopper? She's my housemate." she watches her put it from fire to freezer with interest, then chuckles. "Not willingly, no." she admits. "My mother is a very religious woman. Sent me to straight camp not once, but TWICE. Catholics."

Darcy shakes her head "No I haven't met her. Work hasn't made us cross paths and I'm honestly a bit of a self declared hermit. But that's cool." She grimaces about Frank's mom "That's unbelievable. My parents are religious but not that bad.....I hope you got some counselling after that ordeal?"

Frank smiles. "Well, you won't meet Jaz unless something catches fire." she explains. "She's a lot like you. Doesn't go out much. But it works because the fire department runs 24 hour shifts, so there times when I just don't see her. Our shifts keep us apart a lot. So I ALMOST live alone." she smiles. "Sometimes that comes in very handy." she nods. "Yea My Dad didn't think it was a big deal the first time. He just told my mom to accept me and thought that would be enough. The second time ... he came and got me himself. But yea ... we both needed therapy. Now he's sort of a travelling therapist. SO SOME good came out of my mother."

Darcy exhales "Wow....that's intense.But I have to say I'm kind of a fan of therapy." She takes the bulgar out of the freezer and mixes it again and then tests it with her finger and sticks it back in. She looks sheepish after "I'm being impatient with this salad..." She confesses with a chuckle, Darcy grabs oven mitts and then opens the door and turns the kebabs with tongs from by the stove.


Frank considers her words. "I was too. It helped me open up .. maybe TOO much." she chuckles. "Well I'm not starving, but I know you mentioned wanting this ... and yea when you're craving a food it can get rough." she pauses. "So you're in therapy NOW?" she asks, casually. Apparently part of that disastrous night with Tams was a nightmare, so she has to wonder if Darcy is addressing it now. "If I'm out of line, just let me know."

Darcy exhales "No it's cool and I am. It's a good thing. It's sort of round three I guess...no more military doctors...just a good person to talk to locally. It's Gurshan Singh from the school and my issue is still PTSD from my second tour. But I'm working on it."

Frank nods and sips her egg nog. "So ..." she begins, cautiously. "That's sort of why you were so ... nervous ... around Tamela ..." there. It was out.

Darcy looks down but just admits it "Yes. I had my first nightmare episode the night I met her. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know her at all. And I've been feeling really badly about the idea that I may have hurt her feelings."

Frank watches her and runs her thumb along her bottom lip, thoughtfully. "Well, you didn't, if that helps." she doesn't move from her casual leaning against the counter stance. "We're cops. So helping people ... we don't take that off with our utility belts." she grins a bit. "She's fine. And ... well if watching you since ... what was it ... September you joined us? You're doing a lot better .. hell . you got hired at the worst possible time too." she chuckles.

Darcy looks visibly relieved "I'm glad...and I'm good at the helping people part myself....just not as much at the being helped when it's me who needs it. And October was pretty intense..." She laughs. "And I've lived in Afghanistan...this town has some serious fall issues."

Frank nods. "I understand that, believe me." she laughs along with her. I started here three years ago in January and yea ... I thought it was crazy how this town deals with October. I mean its not overcast and no weird stories about the boy who killed his sister or whatever. But I read a bunch of news articles from past years and now I've had three Octobers here and every last one of them ... has been crazy. And its not like ... you know a war zone. It just gets really bad for a month or so .. and this year .. Adum ...." she sighs deeply. Then she shrugs. "And then comes Remembrance Day and its all over ... " she snaps her fingers.

Darcy nods "That was terrifying....Adum. I mean I've seen worse but it's so much more personal in a small town, and on a small force like ours....I'm so glad he pulled through. He's the best chief we could have."

Frank nods. "He really is great. And for us ... it was like ... more than just our boss getting shot ... he's like a cousin or a brother. Boss, but also prankster .." she chuckles. "And matchmaker."

Darcy smiles a bit and then says "Did Adum set you up with his sister in law? I am glad you got together....she's awesome and I'm happy for you."

Frank laughs. "Well, yea ... I think he did. Megan had mistletoe all over the damn place and this year he had me come to the house for dinner.. So when I rang the bell, Tamela answered and ... he knew I'd been crushing on her for YEARS . even if the thought I was a man for like 2 and a half years." she laughs softly. "So it was Adum, Megan or both of them."

Darcy can't help but react with a little "Aww. That's very sweet.Did Tamela think you were a man or Adum and Megan?" She seeks clarification.

Frank chuckles. "Well first Adum did ... it took him a minute when I applied, even though of course my application says 'Francis' on it. But Tamela and I met on the phone nearly three years ago. I'd call Cedar Point and she'd answer. And I am confused nearly a hundred per cent of the time as a man over the phone." she shrugs .. such is life for her. "I didnt meet her face to face until the earthquake they had in the spring. Not the most romantic first meeting. She figured it out right off, of course. And .. well ... It was cleaner and much nicer under the mistletoe." she smiles, but doesn't blush. "She IS incredible ... but I knew that. But we're still sort of playing getting to know you ... you know .. off duty."

Darcy smirks "I knew right away, but what can I say....it's not a brag."She giggles "Off duty. Beginnings are always the nice part." She goes and checks her bulgar again. It's cold now, frozen around the edges even. She takes a fork and chips at it, laughing "Shit....well slightly frozen salad. Don't tell Vincent. That kid can cook like a pro. I suspect my shortcuts break his brain a little." She mixes the veggies in and the lemon juice she had set aside with olive oil and salt and pepper. Frozen or not, it smells like tabbouleh and delicious. She pulls the kebabs out and checks them, also done. She plates up two kebabs each and a few big scoops of the salad and grabs cutlery. she hands Frank a plate of food and a knife and fork and gestures to the small table.


Frank laughs. "No .. brag! Brag!" then she bites her lip. "Oh yes they are. Two dates and counting." she chuckles at the mention of Vincent. "He's had some training, has he? I know his musical talent is fantastic. He could make money at it. HE doesn't believe it but ...." she shrugs. "Chalk that up to his bastard father. But he told me he wants to do something practical just in case ... which is smart." she moves to the table. "And she cooks, too." she teases.

Darcy settles in, pulling pieces of chicken off the skewer and cutting them up a bit. "Tamela? Well that's good. Food is meant to be loved and shared. I keep telling my sister that, especially going into the new year and her season of resolution and self hatred." She takes a bite of the chicken and it's so glorious she can't speak for awhile.

Frank shakes her head. "No, I meant you. Well it hasn't been established exactly how good Tamela is in the kitchen yet." she grins. "I agree. Your sister is on a self-hatred kick? I guess we all do that from time to time." she begins to eat and nods with a little moan at the taste.

Darcy blushes and gets a looks of dawning "Oh...thanks...well I love food." She says laughing and then gets a more serious look "I have a twin...so you know she looks like me..." She laughs again at her own stating the obvious and then says sarcastically "You know...because that's how it WORKS.....anyhow, total opposites. Marianne is a hairdresser, runs her own shop now and it's a great business success. But she's always been suckered by the whole beauty thing, which of course is a huge moneymaker to make women especially just feel like crap...so she feels like crap. Now we used to look more alike, but she's done her boobs and a few tucks et cetera....but never fail, in January, there will be some crazy diet plan and a new gym. I'm trying to get her into yoga so she's more in tune with the health side than the appearance stuff but I don't know.....you can't give someone self esteem right? And for her, she won't believe anyone telling her she's beautiful anyways unless it's a man she thinks could love her. It's fucked..."

Frank eats a bit more and swallows with a sigh. "Ahhh yes. Oh so THAT was your sister? Seriously?" she blinks a little in disbelief. "Yeaaaa ... she's .. a little too done up, but .. I don't really like that. And .. well .. yeaaaa .. man that sucks. And let me guess the guys take FULL advantage, right?"

Darcy snaps her fingers "That's right she brought me coffee on Christmas Day so you probably saw her then. I felt bad for not introducing her but I got stuck on a phone call from Mrs. Norris of all people....Sam was nice enough to chat with her while that went on anyway. He's a pal. But yeah, some guys are total assholes and if they're charming at first, Mari just absorbs it like a sponge......it's horrible to watch."

Frank nods. "Yea ... I noticed that coming out from bringing Tom his breakfast. Once she figured out I was a woman, she assumed correctly that I was gay and so I pretty much dropped below her radar." she doesn't say it angrily .. it is simply the way it happened. "Sam entertained her. He's good for that. His honesty is refreshing and he's a blast, if you haven't hung out with him, you should. Well .. I might be too late now .. he has some clubs you can find some very sexy women in ... if you ever need another half a night stand." which is what Tamela had called it .. but it fit.

Darcy laughs "He's mentioned them and we do sort of hang out as much as I do that. He's become one of my closest friends here." She looks confused "Half night stand? Is this some new dating lingo I missed...because that happens. And why too late? I mean I'm not planning on clubbing TONIGHT if that's what you mean...ugh the crowds...no thanks."

Frank grins. "Half night stand meaning you cum ... and go .. before morning, And too late meaning you're on Mommy duty now, although that shouldn't stop you." she chuckles. "And yea the crowd will be on the inlet. It's shallow enough it stays frozen most of the winter."

Darcy blushes deeply "It is different with a kid. I mean his Dad pulled all kinds of crap with bringing people home. I think he saw some stuff he really shouldn't have way too young. I know he's a teenager now and I could probably just do what I want, but it's our space, his home too and I want him to feel totally safe here. I've chosen a space with easy to close off bedrooms and basically we each have our own bathroom. Mine's an en suite even so he'd never see me or a partner in a state that's indecent. And hell he has a girlfriend already so maybe the privacy is for him....he swears he's waiting until marriage but he also knows about protection so whatever happens, I just hope they make good choices."

Frank frowns. "Yea ... I know who Gino was bangin. And HER daughter I've seen around town with Joey Piccolo. You're giving him a good home, but he IS a teen aged boy .. who knows. I've met men in their 20's that were still virgins" she sips her drink. "But there's no reason you cant get a little play time in when he isn't home, or go to her place. I know I probably sound like Sam in a lesbian .. how disturbing it THAT idea." she laughs.

Darcy almost spits out her salad at that laughing and slowly chews, one finger held up before saying "Are you kidding? I'm sure Sam WISHES he was a lesbian?" She keeps laughing and then says "Well there's no SHE so there's no issue. I'm in no hurry. i need to sort my head out before I can share my heart that way. I'm not really the half night or one night stand type...Tamela was a fluke. I was reckless after Afghanistan for awhile. I didn't know who I was."

Frank laughs. "Yea ... believe me, I have ribbed him more than once about that huge honking ...." she pauses strategically. "Clit of his." she winks, as of course the natural word with Sam would have been nose. She grins. "Fair enough and I admit ... I'm glad it didn't work out with you and Tamela. I thought she'd just always be a fantasy."

Darcy snorts about the word clit for Sam's nose "Oh my god Frank...I won't be able to look at his face now......" She shakes her head and then tilts it with a little smile "Some people are not meant to be your person. Hopefully for you and Tamela, you just are if that's what you want. I can tell you really like her." She thinks a bit and goes back to the other topic "So there was a woman who wanted to sleep with Gino all the time? I guess I did see a blonde coming and going from the building....but all the reports of his crossing the line. What kind of woman would WANT that guy? You know...."

Frank chuckles a bit at the idea of looking at Sams nose and smiles about Tamela and her. "I do, but ... there's no rush. We're pretty deeply in lust ... the rest ... we'll see." she sighs. "Yeaaaa ... that would be Kenzie Dale. She works at the Door serving drinks and occasionally more." she purses her lips. "Face it ... Gino is a pig, but he is an EMPLOYED pig ... or he WAS." she figures he'd lost his job for not showing up. "Decent looking guy, has a job and the kind of charming some women with no self-esteem flock to, even when he screws other women, slaps them around or otherwise disrespects them." she sighs. "We have a few of them on the island. Working at the Blue Door .. it winds up being JUST the side of prostitution." she shrugs and goes back to her meal. "This really IS good, Darc."

Darcy has been enjoying her ow food creations too and grins "Thanks." She adds more about the Gino situation "Well if he comes back here, we have enough to arrest and hold him on with all the charges and reports. Maybe he'll pop back over to see this Kenzie Dale. I've never eve been to the Blue Door myself....because you know...hermit..."

Frank chuckles, making rather short work of the meal. "Yes, and I really hope we can get to him before the chief does. What dude did to his wife is starting out as attempted rape. It'll probably wind up being a lesser charge." she chuckles. "Oh be patient. It's only been a few months. Oddly ... it's usually very peaceful there. We had one major incident there in 2014 ... my first October. Someone pulled out a gun and there was a stampede. Fourteen injured, one dead. But most of the cops don't club on the island anyway ... keeps us looking more professional."

Darcy just sighs "Son of a bitch....Well we chose it right? Law enforcement. I like the days when we can really make a difference, course we all do. At some point I may let Sam drag me out to a club but it's not my scene. I successfully dodged that Winter formal thing. I don't really dance. I never have. Marianne can't understand it because she can't stop dancing once she starts. I can stand to slow dance if the other woman knows what she's doing and can just let me fake it. But otherwise in a bar, it's a little boring, just sitting there. I start making up stories in my head about the other patrons to pass the time. And crowds....with the exception being conventions....I do like those. You know ComiCon and ....I suppose I should confess...I like Star Trek....a lot."

Frank nods. "Someone's gotta do it." she admits. "Well, if I go these days its mostly to see if I can get laid, I confess. But I haven't been since spring." she shrugs. "But it an be boring if you don't already have someone to talk to." she chuckles. "You go to conventions? A Trekkie?" she nods. "I can see that. I've worked them for the extra money more than anything else."

Darcy blushes a bit "Thank you for not judging my nerdiness. I'm not like a Trekkies Trekkie, but I do love the shows."

Frank chuckles. "What does that even MEAN?" she asks, leaning back a bit. "What about nature? Camping, hiking, long walks. Stuff like that?"

Darcy laughs "The Trekkies documentary? It's a little scary...some of the fans. I'll lend it to you sometime." She beams "Oh yeah I love hiking and walking. It's part of the reason I chose to live in BC. The weather lets you do more of it with less layers."

Frank laughs. "Sure why not? I'll read just about anything." she winks. "Yea. I pick a place every year and go. So far no favorites. Might just be a me thing .. or maybe I need company. No idea."

"It's a DVD because you need to see it to believe it. My sister gave it to me as a joke.." She says wryly. "I've been meaning to do the Sunshine Coast Trail....you go hut to hut over a week. But I should probably see if the kid likes nature that much. He grew up in Toronto and I think he's pretty urban. I know I could leave him on his own too at some point but I don't know if I'd take off on him for a week at 14. Does Tamela hike and camp?"

Frank laughs. "That's .. kind of scary ....." she admits. "Yea ... sleeping on the ground ... NOT my ideal. And a city kid like him? I dunno ... he is a city kid, but never know." she pauses and bites the corner of her lip. "Since his mother died, I'm pretty sure he's had at least weekends all on his own. Shit the kid was the parent and the parent was the kid if what I've overheard is any indication." she smiles. "Yea .. she does. I was thinking of inviting her to this place I heard of called Falcon Island. Trails of all difficulties and cabins because .... I need cabins."

Darcy waves off the ground sleeping woes "You just need a thermarest. They're great insulators. I could sleep under the stars on a clear night. I used to sneak out and sleep in the yard when we lived in Comox.....the forest was right out our back door....I saw a post for the Falcon place. It looks great! Vincent will not be parenting me....part of the reason to make sure I get to my counselling sessions. I don't want to put my crap on him like his Dad did, ever."

Frank chuckles. "As long as it is at least an inch thick, like a cot mattress. Other than that ... no thanks." she grins. "My Dad used to take me places during vacation. Around all the shit with my mom, he started giving flying lessons, but never really like hiking or camping. THAT I learned on my own, more thanks to my mom." she smiles. "See ... THAT'S good parenting. I mean in his case ... yea he probably has some odd quirks as a result of his dad. Well, I KNOW he does." she admits.

"My goal is to not give any more baggage. I mean he's still got his father issues to undo and his mother's death. Either of those is enough to send a kid in the wrong direction but he had both." Darcy sighs and then smiles "And yet YOU didn't become a pilot? Interesting. You can see parts of the world on a hike or from the air that you'd never get to by car. It's magic, pure magic." She's finished eating her food while listening to Frank and is craving more salad "Did you want seconds? Don't be shy....remember I LOVE food."

Frank seems to think about that. "He's got issues, but life is full of that. Like his mother died, left him with his father. Then they move here. But now he has not only regular schoolwork, but the musical Academy stresses. Friends, girlfriend, a foster mother he ADORES ... " she grins, but also shrugs. "Baggage, baggage and baggage BUT ... some bags are lighter, nicer and easier to deal with than others." she shrugs. "Honestly? I USED to fly. My license lapsed a long time ago. And anything you can get to by air, you can get to in other ways ... but its a longer and tougher journey." she winks and leans back. "Yea . what the hell. After the holidays I'll work it all off." she chuckles.

Darcy walks to the salad bowl to bring it over and points menacingly "No negative body image talk. Besides it's herbs, veggies and whole grains. There's nothing to work off....and your bowels will thank you later." She jokes and then comes over and heaps another big spoonful on each of their plates "I have more kebabs too if you want. I just wanted more mint in my day and this has lots. Of course my 17 cups of mint tea a day too will still happen."

Frank laughs richly. "If I eat enough of it, my image AND bowels will rebel." she replies. "And yes to the Kebabs." she blinks. "So you're well hydrated AND regular." she snorts and dryly comments. "Oh if only I'd known, I would have jumped you MONTHS ago."

Darcy blushes and laughs "Thank you for the thought." She jokes and then goes to get another kebab "I think I'm just sensitive about the diet talk because of Marianne. I honestly don't care what I look like. I do practice hygiene but have to remind myself to actually brush my hair and make sure I don't walk to the grocery store in pajama pants more than...you know once a week. I suppose I could have SLIGHTLY higher standards but I just really don't care. I do exercise but not to..." She does quotes in the air "stay thin." unquote "But to deal with anxiety. It's all stress relief. I jog...i love yoga. It all keeps me sane. But I also eat...like a horse." She laughs "And I refuse to abide by calories and points and rules about it."

Frank nods. "That sounds like me a lot. I work out to keep healthy and in shape. But also ye, my mother was big on how a young lady shouldn't do .. insert list of 20 thousand things here ... which of course included not being boyish." she snorts. "I am in excellent shape, excellent health and I plan to stay that way. I've had my self destructive time, thanks." she grins. "But yoga is beyond me. Like tying yourself into a perfect square knot ... or becoming Twister champion." she laughs. "You eat a lot of veggies, which in my opinion .. don't count really. I'm still in my 'cheat time' .. during the holidays I just stop counting and I know when I'm in danger of gaining weight ... is your sister a slave to the scale? That's not a good thing? Damn things should all be melted down."

Darcy laughs "I'd probably kick ass at Twister now. I haven't tried since I was a kid. Sounds like you have a good relationship with your health. That's good to hear. I love vegetables. I'm a junkie for outdoor markets in the season....we have nothing on the markets in the middle East though....all the spices, the music...just the layers of culture in every direction. I got so hooked. And yeah Marianne has several scales in her house. She gave me one a few years ago. I put it in the donation bin for Goodwill. And yoga doesn't have to be like that. I like the ones that are more active, lots of standing poses where you move through a sequence with some good balance challenges."

Frank nods. "Well, I am into marshal arts too, which keeps me in shape. Last I checked I was like 101 pounds .. mostly muscle." she considers. "See we have a sort of food festival, which is mostly the restaurants. It gets very social here in spring and summer. The tourists in force then. Don't think Sewid like it. And its hard to tell if thats his mayoral position or his personal one." she sighs thinking about yoga. "I am probably too tense for yoga .. but not for judo or Karate .. go figger."

Darcy makes a point with her fork That's exactly why people SHOULD do yoga....tension gone when you're done!" she chews and then thinks "You know I've never met the mayor, seen him, but never talked to him. Seems like a bit of an ass, but like I say I don't know the guy. He's been mayor forever though eh?"

Frank swallows her salad and spears some meat, pointing it right back. "Come to one of my tourneys. I relieve a lot of stress when I can get in a mixed class and STILL beat the hell out of a heavyweight." she winks. "Better than orgasm ... almost." she eats the meat and after swallowing nods. "Forty or fifty years? I asked about elections and was told there aren't elections here. No one runs against him. And yeaa ... hes a bit of an ass. Has a bit of a problem with .. alternative lifestyles... if you get my drift."

Darcy grins "Sounds like fun. I have a lot of hand to hand combat training from both police and military training. although mostly I just flew the chopper in my tours...mostly. But I did learn all the other stuff, which was necessary now and then." she blushes about the better than an orgasm. Darcy is clearly not as forthright as Frank. She makes a face about the mayor and his "problem" and grunts "Alternative lifestyles...like we're mating with lizards or something."

Frank looks interested. "Tell me more." she asks about the war stories. She just loved stories. "Yes .... we have dark and secret rituals, which is why we are burning in the worst of the hells you know. And its WORSE for gay men and even WORSE for 'others'" she uses air quotes.

Darcy frowns "Is he religious or something or just one of those assholes?" She ponders "You want to know about Afghanistan? That was my last tour....and probably my last ever. Most of it was...well as good as it can be over there right. Lots of poverty...women with no rights under a terrible misogynist regime. Took my CO Trent a day or two to realize most of the women weren't even allowed to talk to him. So I put on a headscarf and really polished my Dari. We were mostly getting women and kids out of harm's way so Trent and the guys just had to learn how to shut up, not an easy one for a talkative fellow who's used to being in charge."

Frank shrugs. "He's old .... things were probably a LOT different when he was a boy." she then listens and nods. "Yea, that sounds like a challenge for Westerners. But ... I don't know. It sounds .... almost boring." she frowns a bit. "I know it was a war zone, but ... no action? No battle? An I missing something? Just getting the women and children out of the battle zone." she shrugs.

Darcy swallows and nods "We did have to fight our way out to get people to safe houses. It was mostly paramilitary groups, warlords...gangs. But yeah, there were skirmishes on a small scale in the work our troop was commissioned for." She suddenly gathers the plates and starts to clean up, looking less than totally comfortable with the topic.

Frank nods. "Well ..." she notes Darcy is gathering plates. "At least the kids were alright ... right?" she offers and then offers. "Need any help? Dishes or whatever?"

Darcy hesitates and almost stumbles and says "As many as could be under the circumstances..." She grabs some containers and tubs up the leftovers and then rinses the gunk off some things and opens the dishwasher "Oh no, I just have to load them in..thanks though."

Frank nods and stands. "Then more egg nog." she pronounces and pours a bit more. "It's been a hell of a year." she is willing to change the subject.

Darcy returns to stand beside Frank and takes her glass "Thank you." The words are spoken with the notion that she's also thankful for the subject change "Do you want to sit in the living room with it? You were requesting the view and we're closer to it there."

Frank nods. "Hell yes!" she proclaims and moves to look out of the window. "Man .... we should use your place to save fuel on the copters." she jokes looking out at the view. "Whats with the heavy curtains? I'd take em down and just ... wow. Its incredible up here." she marvels.

Darcy sighs "Vincent's girlfriend, Fiona...terrified of heights. We didn't find out until she came over for dinner with her family.Poor kid....I can't even imagine." Darcy talks about a fear of heights like other people might someone having an incurable and painful disease.

Frank turns. "Oh shit. Poor kid!" she shares the pity. "So you cover the windows for her. Nice. I like the Reinhardt kids. Fiona has spunk. Her brother Owen .... he's going to fall in the water and need rescuing someday. Like a landing albatross, that one. But Shay ... he's a fantastic hockey player!" she smiles. "Don't know the oldest one .. he didn't go to school here."

Darcy fills in the gap "Logan. He's nice too. Sarcastic, like Fiona and John. You can really see the genetics...well maybe it's nurture over nature there...." she laughs. "Colleen is nice too...and beautiful. I really did try not to look." Darcy blushes "But you know..."

Frank laughs. "A great family and yea ..... Colleen Reinhardt ... Makes you want to sprain your ankle, doesn't she?" she laughs and holds up a hand. "I'm not trying to convert but ... " she whistles low. "Then again, Doc McKinney isn't too shabby either."

Darcy smirks "You know I haven't even gotten myself on the patient list here with anyone. Mari was nagging me...but I should actually have a check up one of these days. Not to convert any medical professionals..." She jokes "Just for good health."

Frank grins. "I hate pelvics .... But it never hurts to peek." she winks. "And they're great. Mrs Norris ... not so much .. but like Kitty Carmichael ..." she whistles low again. "If you insist on continuing your celibate lesbian nun act, you might want to talk to her .. she has some toys that can make you perfectly alright not having a woman in your life."

Darcy almost spits out her eggnog and then blushes and laughs "Your concern is touching Frank. I'll take it under consideration. I also suspect your drive might be a little higher than mine. I'm not feeling like a deprived celibate lesbian nun. Although I'd be fascinated by the inner workings of such an order."

Frank grins. Anything for a friend." she replies, dryly. "My drive actually seems to ebb and flow, depending on if there is someone I want to touch who also wants to touch me. It got switched on, but I DO believe that those of us with stressful jobs, need whatever releases we can get." she considers. "Think about it ... Sam is probably the most chill of all of us, and my guess is he works out as much as any of us, but probably gets laid more than any of us ... well ... maybe the Chief gets more ... he's chilled a lot since around spring." she folds her arms. "And you DO turn a lovely shade of red. Sam nailed that one ... no pun intended ... probably ..." she smirks.

Darcy just shakes her head "Sadly he did not nail that, because he'd make a very ugly woman. So your saying if Tamela hadn't been shoved under that mistletoe you'd be toned down 5 notches? See I'm not so much proximity and available as I am feelings....cliche I know but I guess I'm a slow mover when I'm being true to myself. But it's been a few years since my last big relationship. I'm not really into the idea of marriage but I lived common law with a woman named Thea for three years. I thought she was it but she couldn't take my being away for so long and she met someone. We're still friends though. I even stood up for her at her wedding, which was a bit weird to her family but her wife got it. You must have had someone like that...or a few with how much braver you are than me?"

Frank laughs. "Good point. DOG ugly." she holds up three finger. "Three notches. Maybe three and a half." she pauses as Darcy goes on, listening to her story. After her question, Frank hesitates, but replies after thirty or so seconds. "I avoid feelings. Give me a willing woman, good with her tongue that I can have great conversation with and that's as close as I want to be." she insists. "You're better than me. I don't speak to exes ... granted I don't really have all that many, because I don't get that deeply involved but .. yea." she clears her throat and moves into the kitchen, making up the second half of the egg nog.

Darcy notes the hesitation and the sudden need to be busy. She's surprised because Frank is so open...but she also gets it because that's her defense move. She contemplates digging but holds off for now "Mmm more eggnog? We're going to be on a sugar crash by the fireworks...." She jokes.

Frank begins cracking eggs, pouring milk and adding her special blend of spices. "No counting calories. YOUR rule, not mine." she teases. "And I better not crash here. I might get in trouble." she lets out something between snort, huff and laugh.

Darcy laughs "Well there's no booze so we're cool. Plus I would make you sleep on the couch." She grins "Do you drink at all by the way? I'm not a big drinker but I do once and awhile."

Frank runs the blender and, satisfied nods. "Sleep on the couch. Yea. I need one of my students to see THAT .. already I'm the doghouse with your mom, Vincent ... take advantage of the easy passing grade." she teases. "And nope. I don't drink at all. My mother did ... that was more than enough for me."

Darcy smirks and then shudders "Sorry....so drinking AND religion AND homophobia. Sounds like a trip."

Frank nods and laughs. "Ohhh yea .... You get the idea. My mother drank because I was a terrible daughter. Hated dresses. Played with the boys and not with the girls when younger, but then when I SHOULD have played with the boys it was the girls I wanted. Shamed my mother, shamed God, disgraced both blah blah blah. Hell, not even straight camp could make me change." she shrugs. "And yet ... I'm relatively happy. Not the lesbian that meets, fucks, moves in with, fights, rinses and repeats. My mother on the other hand ... with luck, shes at least stopped praying for me."

Darcy listens carefully. There's a lot in there. When Frank finishes she kindly asks "So who is the lesbian who meets, fucks, moves in with fights, rinses and repeats?" She feels like there's something Frank is referencing but not explaining well.

Frank looks at Darcy for a long moment. "Well ... that's a bit of an exaggeration." she backpedals a bit. "Meets, knows for a decent amount of time before sex and moving in, no fights, nears ultimate commitment, abandonment ... not sure about the rinse and repeat, to be honest." she blows out a breath. "And no ... I am not the one abandoning people." she says as if taking about not one but TWO other parties. But certainly not herself.

Darcy gives Frank a sad look and walks over to her mixing the nog "Sounds like a shitty deal. I won't make you talk about it if it's too upsetting....but if you want to...." She gives a head tilted shrug as if to say it's an option.

Frank refills their two glasses. "What the hell." she hands Darcy her glass. "Might prove therapeutic, right?" she looks into the glass. "I fell in love with a woman. We moved in together. It wasn't perfect, but that seemed good to me. We didn't agree on everything. What couple does?" she pauses and takes a deep breath. And then is silent for a long time, watching nutmeg float around in her glass as she decided to give her the short version. "She ... asked me to marry her. I accepted." she pauses again, realizing that even the short version was painful. "Literally the next day, I came home from work ... and she was gone. Her clothes gone ... all her favorite books and appliances gone." she shrugs. "Never heard from her again." she takes two large gulps of her drink and looks at Darcy, stoically dry-eyed.

Darcy looks both sympathetic and amazed "Holy shit Frank. I'm sorry. Do you think she ... I mean... I'm sure you've gone through all the questions... Damn..."

Frank sighs. "Oh yea. I stayed in Calgary in the same place for a year. Then in the city another four years before I heard about this job, applied, interviewed and got it. All told ... six years of my life. But .. not a peep. I didn't search for her except to google her name looking for obituaries or something. I didn't move, didn't change my cell phone number until I moved here." she sighs. "I doubt she's dead. But it left its mark, sure. No love. No serious commitments. Thanks but no."

Darcy leans on her elbows on the counter and says awkwardly "You probably need to tell Tamela all this before things get too involved. I dunno her past but it's only fair she knows your triggers right? Fair to both of you really."

Frank blinks. "We did a rescue together, kissed under the mistletoe and had two separate nights of, granted, mind blowing sex." she reports. "I'm not sure we're at the 'if we fall in love please don't abandon me' stage yet." she sighs. "Granted she did tell me about her fiance dying so .... I dunno...." she is clearly hesitant.

Darcy winces and nods "You just strike me as a card on the table kinda gal. So does Tamela if she's telling you that already."

Frank blows out a breath. "I know, Darcy ... I know ..." she sighs deeply. "I've actually not done very much of the friends with bennies thing. The only time was .. well . the only guy I ALMOST had sex with." she chuckles and then sips her egg nog. "But you're right ... part of me wanted to wait until I was in love ... being in lust is such a nice feeling and I'm not sure we've taken that extra step."


Darcy makes a face "Eww boys...well I guess you gotta know right?" She laughs "I've considered one or two of them but then the stubble on the face and the man smell....just a turn off.... And you and Tamela are shiny and new. You've got time. So who was the guy?"

Frank considers. "If the words 'I love you' come out of her mouth I will tell her right then my little phobia with those words ... especially if I feel the same, okay?" she compromises, although she is thinking she should just out with it. "Well my father had just rescued me from the second straight camp, right? That basically meant he picked me up, had my things in the car and we took a vacation. To Vancouver, actually. Anyway, we were trying to begin again and, trying to reconcile with my mother from the FIRST straight camp incident, my Dad had given up his sports casting job and had become a flight instructor. So he did that in Vancouver while I hung around the local college sort of trolling for chicks." she chuckles and moves herself and the pitcher of egg nog into the living room, hoping Darcy was going to follow. She folds herself onto the couch, feet off the floor and under her.

Darcy does follow "And you found a guy instead of a chick?" She teases.

Frank laughs. "I know, right?" she shrugs. "There was this guy. I do't know how to describe him, really. Half Aboriginal First Nation and half Native American. I actually met him at the colleges LGBT club. He and I got to talking and I was feeling guilty that my father left my mother .... and so I brought him around my father. You know ... oh look dad .. I really like this guy! aybe you and mom can get back together!..." she sighs. "I even conned Dad into giving him flying lessons so he could see us in vatious stages of the dating process."

Darcy nods knowingly "So was he kind of agreeing to be your fake boyfriend? And damn you must have really wanted your folks back together...but then what...I mean if that had done it.....would you have to propose to fly boy?"

Frank sighs again. "Catholic guilt is a POWERFUL thing, Darcy. And I know my Dad loved my mom ... and I didn't want him looking at me .. thinking it was my being gay that broke them up." she grins. "If it had 'cured me' .... I don't know ... but it didn't." she giggles. "He had a good tongue. Good fingers. Very bi or pan or something sexual so he was OK with women OR men .. but ... it didn't work. I mean technically I'm not a virgin, but .. he got maybe halfway inside of me .. maybe three quarters and I looked up at him and just said 'This isn't working. Please stop.' And he did." she laughs. "He said okay and I'll be right back. I heard the shower so I'm guessing he finished himself off...."

Darcy has to laugh a bit "Polite of him to not go for it in front of you I suppose. Geez. Catholics....my parents are United Church so it's more relaxed. And while they kept thinking I might eventually come around to men, they also weren't unkind about it. Then they joined PFLAG and got almost righteous about having a lesbian daughter. My mom watches Ellen DeGeneres now because she's one of "my people". The rest of her news and pop culture she gets from the tabloids...but thinks it's real news."

Frank actually giggles. "Good point. And he'd BEEN in the perfect position to rape me and didn't ... so believe me .. since than I've been VERY happy to have even that failed sexual experience with a man. I was only fifteen." she smiles. "Well, I think it would have been alright if my mother could have done that. But nope .... " she looks curious. "Are they happy that, even as a lesbian, you've given them a grandson?" she wonders.

Darcy nods "That could have been a way worse story. I'm glad it wasn't. They do like Vincent. They haven't seen him since Thanksgiving though but they do know and they were happy to hear about it. There's always a horrible chance some social worker could rip him away still. Once we know what Gino's fate is, I might petition to formally adopt Vincent."

Frank nods. "That's unlikely. Hell all of us at the shop are ready to provide testimony for you ... and against Gino. But adoption?" she smiles. "I think that would be great. He deserves that kind of happiness."

Darcy nods "Eventually, yes. And thank you." She sips another glass of the nog "Protein for a week." she says with a smile.

Frank chuckles. "OK .... I won't tell you the words that came into my mind when you said that. Sam is supposed o be our office perv. I'm happy to be in second place."

Darcy rolls her eyes and cringes "Uaaaagh....Frank! I'm going to have to watch my mouth....k no let me reword that because there's another one for you pervs. I'm going to have to choose my words carefully."

Frank points at her. "Exactly. Just think of us as practice for Vincent ... but ... kids today ... holy shit the things they SAY. Like they think the staff is deaf." she sighs.

Darcy snorts "Yeah I'd believe it. But if they can shock you...that's impressive."

Frank sighs and frowns a little bit. "They didn't exactly SHOCK me, but ... they're talking about YOUR son ....." she sighs again. "The rumor is that Kenzie Dale spent the night with Gino and came out naked the next morning, but the BOTH got an eyeful. I guess Vincent sleeps .. or slept naked. Anyway .. she told her daughter, who told the whole damn school, apparently that Vincent is hung like a horse ..." she doesn't seem pleased to be the bearer of this news.

Darcy frowns at the lead in to the story and then her eyes widen, her cheeks flush and she purses her lips, her jaw tensing "Kenzie Dale is the woman who works at the Blue Door, and adult talking about a minor like he's a commodity? And the daughter is who?" She looks like she's about to start writing down names and step into her uniform to follow up with absolute severity.

Frank sighs. "That would be her. Her daughter is Daisy Dale .. who HAD a crush on Vincent but is with Joey Piccolo. Bad boy, bad news." she sighs deeply. "I know you're pissed, Darcy."

Darcy stands up and paces "Pissed is putting it mildly. This is sexual harassment! I get why he didn't want to tell me because it's about...personal stuff....but I wish he would have. When was this?" She pushed her hair back from her face in a gesture of frustration.

Frank looks sympathetic. "Maybe you two could talk about it. I mean ... hes not stupid. Surely he knows we're not deaf teachers." she considers. "I don't have an exact date, but I'd say sometime in November. That's when the giggling, whispering and pointing at started that I can remember."

"He's not going to like that conversation, I know....but...so many kids end up in this and get depressed or suicidal. I mean I don't think he's depressed right now. Girl or boy, being sexually exploited can lead to huge psychological problems." Darcy stops pacing and sinks into the couch "This is the part of parenting that's not so fun..."

Frank nods. "Yea .. I know I know. But Vincent seems pretty good. A tad insecure and sometimes temperamental, but I'd blame that on being a 14 year old boy, but these rumors . they're starting to fade ... but yeaaa ... " she pats Darcy's shoulder. "Put it off till next year...." she tried a little humor insertion.

"Next year.." She smiles a bit "Yeah that might work for a few things. And he is a pretty normal teenager. He asked me how he looked tonight and it's not like Fiona and he are new...so there's the insecurity. I have a feeling she's not withholding affections based on whether or not he's in a new sweater or an old one. They really do seem quite smitten."

Frank laughs. "Yea, I gotta admit .. they're a cute couple. But the harpist and the goth girl ... who could have predicted THAT." she grins. "It's sorta neat being a teacher AND a cop in this town."

"I'll bet. Puts you in touch with the youth more than some of our crew. It's good for kids to trust cops. I mean I know there are some shitty ones out there that give people reason to mistrust us, especially when there's the abuse of power related to anything racial, but the more we can reach out and show we care, the better." Darcy rolls her head from side to side on her neck and glances out the window.

Frank nods. "A few more hours before the Fire Department sets off the fireworks." she considers. "You can hear the music from the studio up here ... I heard the mayor exempted him from the loud music a few days ago. Maybe he's softening in his old age ... or finally officially senile?"

Darcy smiles "You can't fight all the fun right? There's gotta be some joy in that guy's life too. I mean no offence but October would make most mayors want to quit...or at his age retire. So he must still be in it because he likes the place. What's our twin town like by the way? I heard that other mayor came for the Winter dance thing."

Frank nods. "It's like Alexandra is his kid. He almost never leaves .. but took an unscheduled mini vacation over Christmas." she chuckles. "Cedar Point is our sister city. Does that make our PD's incestuous?"

Darcy gives Frank's leg a little teasing kick "Well you're the one screwing a Cedar Point cop, not me." She jokes. She clearly getting comfortable hanging out with Frank now.

Frank grins. "Yes. I. Am." she shudders. "And she's great. That's the problem." she nudges back.

Darcy laughs "How is that a problem? Too enjoyable to gaze at? Too much fun in bed? How terrible for you Frank..." She wiggles her eyebrows and gestures at her TV "I have Janeway though, the whole collection. I'm quite happy with the fantasy...it's that raspy sultry voice...And Torres...her blood is so sweet. Course then there's Dax....how far down do the spots go..."

Frank snorts. "OK, so I'm a little worried I might fall in love with her." she confesses and looks at the TV. "SO you're a Star Trek Slut ... nice." she folds her arms defiantly. "But Dax was a smidge too Femme, even if she never wore a skirt."

Darcy points and smiles and then shrugs "I'm getting that sense about you and Tamela. I don't mind femme as long as she doesn't want it from me. I mean I'm not totally butch...more neutral I guess. My ex, Thea, is very feminine and she does it well, not overdone, but sort of classic. It also helps that she looks like a Greek Goddess." She walks pulls a photo album from the lower shelf of the TV cabinet "I probably should put these away...but you know..." She flips to a page with just one picture of a beautiful dark haired robust woman "This was when she went to Greece actually, anyhow...married. They want to do the whole in vitro thing now. It's so bloody expensive I'm suggesting they find a healthy willing male and try a turkey baster instead."

Frank just snorts at the idea she may fall in love with anyone. Then she looks at the album. "Nice ... and yea . on the turkey baster. Or adopt. I know this ONE lesbian ... thinking about adopting the Italian version of Oliver Twist ... great gal."

Darcy cracks up "Oliver Twist? Nice. He might even like that. And hey it let me skip the diaper and puked upon stages!"

Frank laughs along. "Yea, all you have to do is make sure he has pajamas and broach the penis size discussion ...." she shakes her head. "Oh to be a fly on the wall ..."

Darcy looks horrified "I'm not going to ask him about that detail. None of my business and so not an appropriate conversation. He has his own bathroom...I never need to know that! But I will ask about the bullying and harassment."

Frank chuckles. "I know you wouldn't. At least he isn't a micropenis. Bad enough his father seems to be a pig, but Vincent seems OK ... same girlfriend for months."

Darcy closes her eyes like she's trying to block some of this out "OK no more using the word penis...micro or macro... in relation to the kid.....la la la la!" She pretends to put her fingers in her ears.

Frank laughs. "OK, I'm sorry. Wasn't thinking." she apologizes. "He's a good kid. You're going to go a long way to healing him from all his bullshit."

Darcy looks happy to hear the words "I hope so. I think it's healing us both."

Frank arches a brow. "Oh?" she wonders at what Darcy needs to heal from. She seems so together.

Darcy considers this. Frank has shared a lot. Chief Brate knows the deal. It might be good to have another co-worker and now becoming friend who would be aware of her issues. She awkwardly begins "The stuff I'm getting counselling for....my PTSD....you asked about battles in Afghanistan. There was one that...broke me..." She looks down and closes her eyes "I shot a kid...."

Franks eyes widen a bit, although she quickly analyses and comes back with. "Friendly or enemy? On purpose or accidentally." it was a war, after all.

Darcy looks up with tears in her eyes "He was a sniper.....It was dark. He had a scarf on his face. We had to move some refugees and they were shooting at them...I thought he was an adult. He's been my nightmare for years since I uncovered his face. Big brown eyes, about Vincent's age. I know that kid didn't choose his path.....but I ended it."

Frank moves closer, putting an arm around Darcy .. almost but not quite a hug. "Darc ...." she sighs. "I know you'v heard this a million times, probably. Not your fault. The kid didn't choose the path but ... was he armed?" she asks, softly.

Darcy nods and leans into Frank a little "I know...my logical mind does anyway...and yeah he was. Shot two refugees and killed them before I shot him out of a tree." She stifles a sob and wipes at her face, now tear streaked.

Frank sighs and pulls her as an invitation to hug if she wants. "But he was still a kid, right?" she pauses. "Have you talked to others like you? Not just solders. I bet cops in the city have to deal with that too."

Darcy does hugs Frank and gratefully. she nods into Frank's shoulder "Yeah a kid...Trent, my CO, well we're kind in it together that way. Kept us friends all the years. He has this amazing family though...two little girls and a wife that keep him grounded. But I haven't talked to cops...i know it's across the board."

Frank nods. "Well, you have family too. Vincent and your overly made up sister." she rears back a bit and places her hand on her chest. "Plus me and Sam ... hell all of us at the station would have your back on this." she snorts. "It's a small town. The guy the chief shot is a good example."

Darcy smiles slightly, looking comforted "I know...and thank you...Vincent doesn't know yet. Maybe in the new year. Mr. Singh is suggesting I bring him to a session to tell him...."She thinks on what Frank said "The guy the chief shot?"

Frank nods at the idea of telling Vincent in therapy. Then she nods. "Yea. The guy that shot the chief .. that he killed? He was Brate's best friends sisters baby daddy..." she mouths it to herself to make sure she has it right. "Yea ... that's right."

Darcy just sort of shakes her head around as that sinks in "Oh my GOD...talk about 3 degrees of separation? Wow!"

Frank nods. "Yea ... and the best friend? Ryan Yamada ... is a Cedar Point cop ... India Tor is having his baby." she laughs aloud. "Sister cities ... we take that shit seriously."

Darcy snorts "Apparently. Any more lesbians in that small town or did you scoop up the last one?" She jokes.

Frank considers. "I think Tams fiance and her were the only ones in Cedar Point. But I don't get there ... might more now though ..." she clears her throat. "Here its you and me. Jasmine ... has her moments. Bi-sexual. As is Kitty Carmichael. You know in case you just want a little tickle."

Darcy inhales, sitting a little more upright "Hmmm....Kitty and Sam though...I dunno if I could..." She laughs."And I don't really know Jasmine either..." She exhales "Not that I'm looking. Life is full. Maybe down the road though...who knows."

Frank laughs a little. "Well, I've never done any of them either. Jasmine is my roommate but ... no we never have. Her room is pink ... our living room is red .... but its a roof." she grins. "Alright .... lets look at the crowd ..." she moves to the window. "It's a big bunch this year .... wow ..."

Darcy snickers and follows Frank, marveling at how the time has flown. She was so afraid the night would be so awkward it would crawl but she's so glad she accepted Frank's invitation to spend New Years hanging out together "Oh yeah..glad we're up here. But they look cheerful about it. Hey I can see the bonfire in the Reinhardt yard...can't tell who's around it but I'm sure Vincent is there somewhere."

Frank peers over. "I should have brought binoculars from one of the squad cars." she smirks. "Or maybe I'll just tell Vincent I did and sew who Fiona put in the fire ... believe me, she would go there .. only in words tho." she looks around. "This is an INCREDIBLE view. I only see it from the air if I'm in a copter and if I'm in a copter I'm not in it for the view." she laughs.

Darcy laughs heartily "Oh I know...morbid girl but good hearted. And he plays right into it. Funny kids. I love the view too..." She glances at the clock as she notices the fireworks starting up "Oh countdown time!!"

Frank chuckles in agreement and looks half at her watch and half at the fireworks. "OOOOOO two seconds early. I'll have to give Chief Stanley a hard time about that. Happy New Year, Darcy." and she kisses her quickly on the cheek ... a friendship kiss, them moves to text Tams.

Darcy accepts the cheek kiss comfortably and responds with a quick hug back "Happy New Year Frank. Thank you for suggesting this."

Frank smiles. "Well it was two fold. One I DO like you and its LONG past when we should have gone out to get to know each other. But also after that freak out with Tams ... I wanted to make sure you were alright and not carrying a torch or worse, pulling a stunt like my ex did ..."

Darcy hugs her again "Oh god no, no torches! Just a socially awkward hermit way out of her element. Thanks for not judging me for it. New Years Plan...no more freak outs!"


Friday, December 30, 2016

Christmas Eve Skype Chat - L and Owen

Owen waits until his family has scattered to all directions in his grandparents house and the outside and then messages L on Skype asking if it's an OK time to do a face chat.

Reincraft O: Hey L, are you there? Can I call your face?

L is at her steam punk modded laptop and is glad to see her roommate just leave as she sees the notification for Owen Skype name on her screen.

SteampunkdGallifrian : ... depends lol on what you're going to call it .

She giggles on her side as she fusses with her hair.. a bright bronze
wig ..

SteampunkdGallifrian : im in the middle of see what to do with my hair for tomorrow


Reincraft O: I'd have to call your face beautiful. Please don't shave your head though:) May I Skype call you to be specific?

Owen can't help but laugh. Outside he can see and hear Fiona taunting Seamus and beginning to chase him to the barn. Their grandparent’s farm hounds are on their heels yipping and catching up to the chase.

L laughs softly as she grabs a couple of bobby pins and pulls her wig hair in and messy Victorian Gibson girl hairdo as she waits for his response


steampunkdGallifrain : aww are you the charmer. LOL XD.. i would shave my head but i don’t think id look to good that way . though it make it easier for wigs lol

She pauses a moment before continuing.

I suppose. I'm a mess but it's ok for you to call me .


Owen just wants to see L, mess or no mess and dials, his heart speeding up as he hears the expected Skype ring. He holds out his phone so his face is visible when L answers.


 L stops continues to work on her undo as she hears the Skype ring.. she looks straight into the camera then back on her screen using her screen as a mirror.. She has half of her the middle of hair up in a bun but the bouffant rolls that frame her around the circumference of her head are in a purposely messing but style in place as It answers . she has some bobby pins between her lip as she works on the bun it the middle her hands up on her head


Owen looks the same as always, messy red hair, freckles and a goofy grin "Merry Christmas eve L." He squints "What's in your mouth?"


L's green eyes look up .. Her trademark dark eyeliner and eye shadow eyes are pale .. natural . She..looks up at him and plucks one from between her pale lip and holds it out "it's a bobby pin. so sorry I’m in the middles of Gibson girl Victorian updo zing . she say taking her hands off the messy simple bun and places the bobby pins on her keyboard.. .pardon moi.. ' She says blushing a bit.. 


 Owen laughs "I have no idea what you just said but cool. Are you hanging out with your uncle tonight or just on your own? We just had dinner...salmon and colcannon...it's a potato thing...my grandparents are Irish."

As if on cue his grandmother yells across the kitchen to the living room where his grandfather has dozed off. "Kean!! Kean, help me with this bird in the sink!"

Owen had slipped into the small office between the living room and kitchen and ducks down, hoping the shouting will stop.

His grandfather wakes with a start "Whaaaaa?!!" And then promptly slips back into his nap.

His grandmother huffs. L will be able to hear it all and Owen looks self conscious "Sorry, hang on a minute..." He sets his phone down and walks to the kitchen "Gran? Can I do it? I'm kinda on the phone and you're shouting..."

"Oh bless me...Owen I'm so sorry. Just stick it on the second shelf in the fridge dear and go back to your call...wash your hands first or you'll get salmonella!"

"Yes Gran..." There are some shuffling sounds, a fridge door opening and closing and then the sound of water running before Owen returns and smiles at L's face in the screen.

"Sorry about that..." He offers.

L starts to respond before Owen excuses himself .L giggles softly as she hears the noise of chaos of a very busy and bustling household. . she listens as the sound is slightly muffled and beams with a big smile as his happy befreckled face returns to her computer screen "It's alright ' she say with a light chuckle in her voice. "Well zat is the name of the 'airdo ' she say softly 'but i'm alone tonight but tomorrow my uncle and I are having a dinner in his quarters . She explains. zat is why I’m getting my wig ready tonight . ' She finishes and nods 'oh it sound lovely zere , all your family togezer. 'She beams back at him nodding . 'are you having a good time zere ' she asks him. 


Owen nods "That sounds nice and quiet. I love my family but we're loud..." He laughs "My grandparents live on a farm in the Okanagan. There are chickens and goats and stuff and about 40 cats in the barn as well as a small pack of beagles running around. Oh look there's even one inside...." He walks over with his phone and holds it out in front of a sleeping dog face "I think this one's Oscar...he likes the house." Oscar's ear twitches and then he makes a snuffling noise and Owen moves the phone back to his own face "I got you a present L...it's not much but I'll give it to you when I'm back. It needs to go in the freezer...or you just have to eat it at my house. Do you have a freezer in the dorm?"


L smiles as Owen talk nodding softly the bouffant rolls bouncing softly as she listens ' Oh my .. ' she say softly as he lists off all the animal 'aww he looks so cute .. i wish i could have a dog.. ' she has to stop herself from cooing but it's apparent on her face she is enjoying seeing the sleeping dog.. ' oh .. she says arching an eyebrow 'well my i have a small dorm fridge but my uncle has a small kitchenette in his quarters and his fridge is a bit bigger .. 'frozen.. ' she says softly 'oh .. have one for you .. too . 'she blushes .. and chuckles 'mine is edible too. zat is strange? no?" she asks with a smile


Owen grins "Do you want to know what it is? It's Doctor Who themed. I'll tell you yours if you tell me mine..." He says teasingly.


L shakes her head 'you don’t like surprises?" she asks but seems dying to know.. 'so is mine.. ' She says this time with a more skeptical look.


Owen raises a brow "Well we don't HAVE to tell..." He considers it, waiting for L's reply.


L looks at Owen with a serious look. 'You first ginger.. man .. ' she says with a determined look .. with her flirty grin after words


 Owen blinks and swallows at the grin that tends to get to him and then says causally "Fish fingers and custard."


 L smiles and chuckles for a bit . 'Well that sounds very good ' she beams at .. 'I guess it's my turn ' she looks at him . she bats her eyelids a bit nervously 'you see .. I made you some I like .. ginger.. bread.. tardis.. ' she say stammering nervously .. 'i told i like ginger.. I wasn't kidding ' she says quickly .. her cheeks pinkens .. Her pale face


 Owen looks amazed "You made me a gingerbread tardis? Um you are the coolest person I've EVER met...thank you! Is it blue?"



L chuckle softly at his reaction blushing a bit at 'your welcome .. oui.. I was going to make it a steam punk rustic shade but .. I figure I just do ze classical 11th doctor shade of blue .. 'She says in a contemplating tone .


 Owen beams "That's perfect. Is it bigger on the inside? And I'm so stoked about the special tomorrow. The trailer looks great."


L chuckles softly 'don't we all wish .. ' she smiles 'I’m not ZAT good of a baker ' she smiles nodding and get all excited when he mentions it 'OUI . I can't wait !!' she bounces a bit giggling 'Zat what i wait for all year.. Screw ze fat man.. I waiting for ze doctor ' she says with a happy sigh.


Owen laughs now, a little too loud and it waked his grandfather in the next room. He jumps with a start and yells out "Who's there?!"

Owen sighs impatiently and holds up a finger "Sorry, 1 sec...." He steps away again "Grandad...it's me Owen. Sorry I'm just...on the phone." Explaining Skype to his grandparents was taxing so he just used vocabulary they understood.

His grandfather started talking but it was muffled. Owen's voice replied but not all the words were clear either except "really should get back.....yes...I'm just gonna....." But his grandfather just kept talking at him.

Through the kitchen were a clatter of boots and the unmistakable laugh of Fiona Reinhart as she came in with their other brothers. Feet stomped off snow and then there was the scuffle of boots coming off, dishes clinking in the kitchen and finally the padding of bare feet on hardwood towards Owen's phone. Fiona didn't know it was on and started opening drawers on the desk that the phone was sitting on top of "Gran!!" She called "Do you have any tape left?! Oh never mind...found it...." Her voice got quieter "Now if only the scissors were in the same place.....dammit..." Oscar's nails on the floor clicked as he lumbered towards Fiona for pats. He let out a little whimper and she started talking to him, oblivious to L on the phone screen still "Do you know where the scissors are Oscar? Oh who wants a belly rub.....there's the leg....oh yeah...that's the spot..." Owen was still trying to extract himself from his grandfather's ramblings.

L just watches the commotion like she watching a television show. She stifles a chuckle and pulls her hair out of her messy bun and into a ponytail before splitting in third and starts a pin curl as she watches the "show' , trying her hardest not to laugh




Fiona gets up from rolling around with the dog and being silly to reach across the desk, finally spotting a pair of scissors in a cup of pens on one end and then sees L on the phone styling her hair "L?" she says laughing and picks up her brother's phone "Did you get forgotten on the desk?" Fiona's usually black hair has been dyed platinum and it's a shock of brightness against her pale freckled face.


 L freezes like a photograph out of her awkward self .. she looks half looks like old picture of some Victorian pin up girl with her puffy Victorian styled nightgown and framed against a detail steampunk decal mural of a clockwork cogged kraken... it almost looks like that until she blinks 'oh. ‘She says softly 'he got called away ' she points on screen to where he went... she blinks again blushing. 


Fiona laughs and then listens at the wall "Oh man...Grandad can talk...and it's hard to get away. I like your hair and Merry Christmas! Maybe I can get him back in here for you..." She walks with the phone in her hand through the kitchen. L would see a lot of the wood paneled ceiling and then the fridge opening and part of the inside as Fiona reaches for a carton of eggnog. She goes to the cupboard and grabs a glass and sets the phone down while she pours and then reaches in a higher cupboard and pulls out a bottle of rum and looks at it. She picks up L "I have no idea how much booze to put in....."

Behind her is a slight gasp "Fi?!!" It's her father watching her holding a bottle of rum.

"It's for Grandad...to get Owen free so he can talk to his friend L again. See?" She holds L out to her father.

John Reinhardt is a large red haired man with a thick mustache and a balding spot on the top of his head. He grabs the alcohol and awkwardly smiles "Hi Elle." Talking to a person on a screen makes him uneasy. John is a bit of a technophobe.

"No Dad it's L...."

John looks confused "That's what I said..."

Fiona sighs and gives L an apologetic smile before holding out the eggnog glass "Ok you pour please."

The sound of liquid hitting liquid is behind the phone.

"Thanks Dad..." She walks off before she can be stolen from her task any longer and seeing Owen she passes him his phone and puts the eggnog in her grandfather's hand.

"Oh thank you dear....listen Fiona...did I ever tell you about that family of bears that moved into our trailer...."

Fiona visibly shoves Owen to the door of the room and he smiles at L and then whispers "Thanks." to his sister as he moves quickly back to the office.

"That was handy. Sorry it's mad in here...." He admits "Did I miss anything while I was gone?" He jokes.


L starts to talk to Fiona before she is see John.. she starts to speak up before.. just nodding and smile as she is walked through the house then pass off 'oh nozing .. i just got to see what you mean about a busy 'ouse . 'she giggles 'i met saw Fi wiz blonde 'air and met your fazer .. he called me elle..like my Grandpere.. does ' she chuckle softly smooth out her second pincurl and pinning it securely with a bobbypin.. 'i zink what was your grandpere say about bears' she say softly tilting her head .. 


Owen chuckles "Yeah Fi's going back to red because our uncle gave her hair dye as a joke. I think she's doing it to spite him since he didn't seem to think she'd use it. She said she had to bleach out the black first. Dad's a little old fashioned....not in a bad way but he might need reminding more than Mom about your name." He settles himself on a couch and clicks on a lamp nearby "Oh the bears. He forgets he's told it a few times now. My grandparents have a camper out back they use in the summer to go fishing and camping. One spring they opened it up and a family of bears had been living there all winter. They had to call in conservation people to get them out and moved so they could use it again. It still kinda smells like bear in there..."


 L just watches Owen as he laugh loving the way his face lit up when he did . she just chuckles softly at Fi in spite her uncle . That was so Fi. and nods as she listens about his Dad "I don't worry much if he isn’t doing it to be mean ' she explain to him "might be a bit awkward when I'm in guy mode but I'll be the gentlemen since I sorta of like being called Elle in girl mode. Since Grandpere says it with so much Joie de vivre. " She says beaming her own face lights up "He named me after all.. 'Elena.. ' she say softly 'because he say I lit up ze his world that even a blind man could see my light ' she says softly chuckling softly 

"Your Grandpa sounds cool." He says with a smile. The sound of dog nails on hardwood come closer again and Oscar takes a leap onto the other end of the couch causing Owen to bounce in place as he lands "I've got company." He says with an amused look. He turns the screen to where the dog is circling three times and settling in at his feet. Owen's ripped old blue jeans and ratty wool socks with a big hole in one toe can be seen just before the floppy hound.


 L chuckles softly 'I guess he is gets on Skype so I can see him and he can hear me . 'she smile stifling a laugh at Owen’s sock then laugh even hard as she coos at the dog and talks to the dog in rapid French ..that anyone that has a basic knowledge in French can figure out she is basically baby talking to the hound in a soft gentle tone


Owen smirks at L's baby talk, understanding some but not all of it. He pets the dog with his toe hole sock foot and then turns the screen back around "Lucky that he gets Skype. My grandparents are hit and miss. I'll try to teach them again. My Gran likes Facebook. What is it with old people and Facebook...so boring.....Dad won't let us do Snapchat because you can't log it and it's been hacked a few times...so Skype, twitter and YouTube are my thing."

L nods at Owen 'Pierre has ze Snapchat but .. I don't like it that much .. I have a twitter but i don't really like share much zing to the world. I have a Youtube account but all zat are on zere are some of my performances so my very mobile family can see me .. but I haven't load anything on zere recently she say finishing her last pin curl then carefully taking off the wig and placing it on a wig head . she takes off her wig cap then shakes her head then comb her shoulder length brunette hair with her fingers and look back the ginger teen guy. 

Owen looks a little guarded and asks "Who's Pierre?" He's heard that name before from L. I mean it could be a brother...or her dad even. When L's hair comes down he forgets his tension entirely and just grins stupidly "You really are beautiful, you know that..."


L looks at his serious face 'Oh he is a childhood friend .. ' she trails off blush so red it looks like she put on red rouge on her cheek 'umm .. maybe.. I don’t .. ' she stammers 'Oh Pierre.. is gay.. ' she blurts out 'Mon Dieu .. don’t tell anyway.. he hasn’t came out yet .. I dont zink I was suppose to say zat.. ' L looks down at her lap.. 


 Owen looks relieved and then a little guilty for being so obvious. "I won't say anything, I promise." He chuckles a bit but mostly at himself. He'd never felt the trigger of jealously with someone before and he felt like a bit of an idiot now. L was L, not exclusive to his feelings. Fiona would smack him if she got wind of it.


She looks up at his 'zank you .. he doesn't have ze support i do..' she says softly 'so ... she exhales blinking at him staring at his freckling handsome face 'you're handsome .. she states softly but confidently. her eyes searching his .. she just smiles at him her usual grin she give when she is looking at him and sighs softly in a peaceful manner like looking at him made her feel better even though at the same time he was the reason for her awkwardness . She just stares at him 


Now it's Owen's turn to blush and he does so fabulously "Uh...thanks..." He smiles a little self consciously "Most people think I look kinda like a Muppet." He laughs and then hears his name being called "Damn, I think I need to go L...but this was nice. Merry Christmas...text me when you watch the special?"


L smiles 'no you don’t you look very handsome ' she says sternly . she nods 'I will Merry Christmas , Mon Cheri ' she say softly grin her flirty "Owen" grin 'sleep well " she blows him a kiss and waves.


Owen blushes again and pretends to catch the kiss and eat it "You too." And he ends the call with a big happy sigh only to find all his siblings leaning over him suddenly and making kissy faces. No privacy ever.


Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Holiday Treat - Dec. 25th- later - Frank and Tamela

*****WARNING*****This blog post contains graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.
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This post happens right after the Brate House Christmas

http://alexandrarpgstories.blogspot.ca/2016/12/the-brate-house-christmas.html


Frank Sharp left the station as if she had no certain plans for the evening, but the moment she passes the town hall she jogs to Fourth Street and down it to her place on the corner of Academy. She burst in and looks around. The place is definitely passable. Good. Rushing upstairs, she gets out of her uniform and into comfy sweats. After all this is just hanging out and watching movies, not the Formal. Moving into the kitchen she sets out the pumpkin pie, two forks and a glass decanter that she fills with egg nog. Then she looks at the clock and takes in a deep calming breath. "It's all good." she tells herself and anything in the kitchen that cares to listen.

Tamela decides to walk over. She's a little nervous and the walk will work it out she hopes. It goes quickly and she finds her hand knocking at Frank's door in no time. She's in the same blue jeans and black t shirt she had on earlier with her jacket open and a wool scarf just slung over the back of her neck. Her black high top runners are a little damp from the snow.

Frank counts to five and then heads for the door in her grey sweats and bare feet. She's an inch shorter barefoot than in her work shoes. "Welcome. Come on in." she steps back to let her in, offering her a quick peck on the cheek before she closes the door .. so the rumors are true .. no hiding it with this lady.

Tamela grins at the kiss and steps in and out of her shoes. She looks in " Very red. Favourite colour?"

Frank chuckles. "Actually it's Jasmine's .. my housemate." she confesses. "Mine is blue." she heads into the kitchen, talking as she goes. "Now we have two televisions, and I figured we could hang out down here instead of the upstairs lounge." she motions to the tray. "Now there's no booze in the egg nog." she tells her. "I don't drink, but if you do I can probably find something ... somewhere ..." she offers.

Tamela looks relieved "I don't drink either. Your house. Lead the way."

Frank grins and takes the tray into the living room, setting it down on a side table. "Good. Now ... Die Hard first of Lethal Weapon? And what time do I have to have you home before I'm at risk of losing my job?" she teases.

Tamela plunks down on the couch "Die Hard and I don't have a curfew." She smiles awkwardly " I promised to explain something to you didn't I?"

Frank puts in the proper BluRay and sits beside Tams on the couch after putting the tray on the extended part, within easy reach. She pours a glass of egg nog. "Yes ... yes you did ...." she remembers perfectly.

Tamela leans forward to pour herself one as well "Darcy Lynch. I didn't know her last name at the time, just Darcy. We had a ....half a one night stand once. She was in the military and I'm guessing something bad happened in Afghanistan. She woke up in the middle of the night in a panic and cold sweat, in my bed. I tried to help her, get her to talk it out...but she just bolted. I didn't get her number but she had mine. She never called. I wasn't looking to....you know..... fall in love with her...but I was worried about her for awhile. I hope she's OK now but she did not look happy to bump into me tonight. I hope that's not awkward for you and her...I mean....you know....whatever happens with you and I....I don't want Darcy, for the record, just so you know. It's in the past for me."

Frank listens and sips. "Ah ... yea ... alright." she finally says. "She doesn't strike me as someone interested in a relationship ... although ... she did take in a kid from the school ... I teach music at the Academy .. anyway ... she and he got real close ... which is good. I don't know if she has a mommy thing .. but she and this kid .. he's got a fucked up home life ... he took her in .. foster care thing. Maybe she needed the kid and not the women, you know?" she grins. "If it helps ... I don't want Darcy, either."

Tamela laughs and overacts wiping her brow "Well that simplifies the evening...." she looks thoughtful "Well I wish her and the kid all the luck they need. What kind of music do you teach?" She sips now and then looks at the glass impressed "Mmm....is this homemade?"

Frank chuckles. "I think they're going to be alright. I teach keyboards and music appreciation. Vincent .. that's the kid ... is a harp player, but he's in my music appreciation class." she grins. "Yup. I made a bunch first thing this morning, so it's fresh. I am not the best cook in the world, but I can make really good egg nog and bake my tits off." she moves her shoulders back. "See .. no tits." and she does have next to no chest .. at least through the thick sweat shirt.

Tamela looks right at her chest, since she's offering it out and grins "Yeah but sometimes the small ones are delightfully sensitive." She blushes and then looks in her glass "Did they fall in the nog though?" She teases and then concedes "I have the opposite issue..." She gestures at her ample bosom "I could lose stuff in my cleavage for a week and never know it."

Frank nods. "Delightfully and Incredibly." she confirms. "Nope .. they are not in the egg nog." she in her turn checks out Tamela's chest. "I noticed that." she grins a little crookedly. "If you need some search and rescue, let me know ... if not ... I might be looking for a place to spend my next vacation..." she sips her egg nog. She is direct and she knows it. Sometimes it is a turn off and she has to tone it down, but if she didn't show her true colors, she'd never know how much she had to hold back for Tamela.

Tamela just laughs and blushes, just a bit. There was no need to tone it down at all "I'm so glad Meg filled her damned house with mistletoe now. You're very fun." She gestures at the TV "Do we want to embrace the 1980s testosterone or talk more about tits? I'm perfectly happy either way....just checkin in..."

Frank laughs. "I am too .. she is GREAT! And you're fun too." she blinks, as if she just remembered the reason they were on the couch. "Right right ... Lets do the tone ... but I KNOW you checked out the chick they pull off the desk .... talk about nice tits ...." she gabs the remote and clicks play.

Tamela snorts and tips back her glass and then sets it aside on a nearby table. She shifts so she's sitting just a little closer to Frank but not right in her space, just available to it. Casually she asks "Have you ever met a New York cop? He defines it like a species of us...." She observes.

Frank sighs. "Well... sort of. I went to ... um .. camp .. with a girl who wound up becoming a New York cop .. does that count?" there is something ... tense ... about the word camp.

Tamela shrugs "Hmm camp. Camp did not turn me into a cop. But it made me hate sing alongs. I was a girl guide so girl guide camp. No offence music teacher. Bet you liked the sing alongs?"

Frank laughs and leans into Tamela. "Well .... in MY case .. it was STRAIGHT camp." she holds up two fingers. "Two tours. My mother insisted."

Tamela feels the breath leave her body and shakes her head vehemently "Oh fuck THAT shit! Frank I'm so sorry." She just has to hug her "That is so not OK for her to have ever put you through. How old were you?"

Frank hugs her back. "Ohhh yeaaaaa .... that's what I thought." but she grins. "My mother was completely unimpressed with I told her I liked girls when I was ... hell ... five or six? But I didn't get to go to camp the first time until I was twelve." she blew out a breath. "Lost my lesbian virginity there." she sighs. "The second time was when I was fifteen. That one was a little more .. boot campish." she tightens her jaw. "Both times she sent me when my father was out of town. And the second time, he followed her when I got out and took me with him." she shrugs. "End og straight camps and my parents marriage."

Tamela doesn't let go of her fully and runs her fingers through the edge of Frank's hair when her jaw tightens about the boot campish comment and then her parents splitting up. "I'm glad you had your Dad....and serves her right that you got laid at her stupid straight camp." She leans back holding Frank. They're pretty much ignoring the movie while it remains on in the background but that's OK. This is an important conversation "I didn't come out until high school graduation. I kept sleeping with guys and wondering why it just wasn't happening for me. My Dad was very cool with it though. I honestly don't know how my mom would have been. She was lost to an earthquake years before. She was really Catholic though, Spanish and Catholic. I remember she gave me shit when I was a kid for touching myself, because it was a sin so who knows how it all would have gone."

Frank isn't really paying attention tot he movie. At this point she doesn't have to and she'd rather be talking to Tamela anyway. "I tried it with one guy. In a way it was my attempt at trying to compromise with my mother." she snorts. "Now I don't even like strap-ons." she shakes her head, holding and being held. "Catholics are rough, but I AM sorry to hear about your mom." she hesitates. "Those earthquakes you guys get are rough ..."

Tamela chuckles and gives her a little squeeze "Noted, no strap ons..." She sighs "I still miss my mom but then the next quake took Eryn...the woman I was supposed to marry...so yeah...the quakes have it in for me I guess. They terrify me still with who else they might take from me. I'm honestly a little glad Meg moved here so that's one less..." Her voice cracks and she suddenly clears her throat "Sorry I really didn't mean to get into all that....little heavy for a first date....."

Frank nods. "I remember how intense you were at that bus." she remembers .. being the only one small enough to get in the cave in with the victim. "A bit heavy, but I'm into honesty, Tamela. So if you need to talk about it .. talk about it." she wonders if Tamela is over it yet ... and remembers the kiss ... if she isn't .. she might be close. "Friends first, eh?"

Tamela smiles "It's been 6 years. I've done a lot of talking. I drank myself stupid at first before I talked to anyone....so that's why I don't drink. Went to enough meetings to get through it and then dropped out of AA....the Christian overtones pissed me off and the group I was in was really thick that way. But I have AMAZING friends and they got me through. You've never met Stephanie or Anna but I think you will someday....and yeah friends first, and friends within anything beyond it right?"

Frank nods slowly and smiles at the idea she will someday get to meet the amazing friends. She nods and cups Tamela's face. "Friends first ... but friends fuck too, you know." she winks. "And sometimes fucking becomes lovemaking."

Tamela licks her lips looking at Frank now and leaning into the hand on her face "Oh I like you..." She gives her a little half grin and then is immediately kissing Frank on the mouth, hungrily and with absolutely no hesitation. Her hands start roaming and caressing, slipping right under the sweatshirt.

Frank chuckles and gets into the kiss. She feels the hand under her shirt and breaks the kiss. "I think my friend may be looking for an orgasm ... or three ... or more." she moves her own hand to Tamela's t shirt, getting under, searching for a bra. She has none .. never needed one.

Tamela smirks "Mmmm, always, but I'd like to find yours too....if you'll show and tell me how you like it..." She caresses with her open hand over Franks' small breasts and easily finds a nipple to play with, pushing it around lightly with her thumb "What was that about delightfully sensitive?" She kisses again urgently as she plays but rolls her back so the clasp on her own bra is very easy to access.

Frank grins and opens her mouth to reply when Tamels gets ahold of her nipple. She inhales sharply. "Delightfully sensitive ... means my nipples are hard wired to my clit." she moans softly. "I know it doesn't usually work that way with larger breasts." her hand brushes the breasts but wanders down to the jeans. "Which means I might need a snack even better than pumpkin pie..." she moans again, knowing that already she is wet and she wants this woman. Badly.

Tamela shudders at Franks' reaction and lets her hand wander "I still like mine to be played with too...." She's loving the moans though and wants to hear more of them. She yanks the sweatshirt up and just dives at Franks' chest now playing with her thumbs and her tongue flicking and playing. Tamela is an intense lover and is working on ravishing Franks' upper body in general, seeing how far she can push her, just with the top half .

Frank sheds the sweatshirt and tosses it in a random direction while her hands play with the large breasts. Her breasts are so small as to be almost non existent, but her nipples are rather large in comparison. "Tamela..." she breathes, loving the onslaught. She leans back on the couch, giving Tamela better access and, despite her supposedly short wingspan, slides her other hand down the jeans.

Tamela stops her hands playing but keeps flicking with her tongue just long enough to undo her jeans, shed her own shirt and bra, and make Frank's plan easier. She enjoys the hands on her own breasts thoroughly and her breath quickens. She's wearing simple black cotton panties that are already soaked though in anticipation of pleasure and she breathes into a soft moan at the first touch of Franks' hand. Then she goes back to her ravishing but decides to experiment with stated the hard wired connection between nipple and clit. Tamela positions herself so she has one hand playing with a nipple on one side, leans so her tongue is flicking the other and carefully slides her hand so it's not bumping Frank's right down Frank's sweats, through a soft mound of pubic hair to the labia. She gently explores and grins when she feels the wetness against her fingers. She rubs the length of her back and forth a few times teasing and then the tip of her middle finger is on Frank's clit pushing it in a little circle to match what her tongue and thumb are doing to the nipples.

Franks moans are not perfectly silent, knowing her housemate isn't around, but the isn't alerting the neighbors, either. She feels the wetness between her new lovers legs and uses it, even as Tamela finds her own. Frank's hips arch up and she cries out at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. "Holy shit ....." she is close in an instant. And Tamela's first few rubs and Frank finds herself pushes her over the edge into a very obvious orgasm.

Tamela finds herself panting now, a combination of Frank's touch and feeling and hearing her come. She keeps her movements the same, riding it out with her until it ebbs or Frank signals her to stop. This was an unexpectedly wonderful night.

Frank takes hold or Tamela's hand, signalling her to stop and sitting up with her. "Jesus Christ." she pants, even as she, showing her own sexually aggressive streak, pushes Tamela into a laying position int he other direction on the couch and grabbing her jeans and panties and pulling them off. "Time for pie." she grins, spreading Tamela's legs and settling in between them, separating her hairs and making no pretense of playing or teasing. She spreads the labia and begins with quick, tight circling of the clit with her tongue.

Tamela looks very pleased with Frank's reaction and stays her hand and is then pushed back and stripped from the waist with an eager look on her face. She chuckles at the pie reference and then moans audibly as Frank just goes for it. She feels her hips push up lightly and grips the couch beneath her panting harder. Tamela's orgasm is a very slow build. Her whole process is almost trance like if Frank looks up and her. After the initial moan, there's almost a slow dance to it and gentle thrusting as she pants her way through.

Frank settles in, looking up Tamela's body. Comfortable, she actually begins the slow her attentions and begin to explore a bit more. Like having that first large portion at the beginning of Christmas Dinner, and now settling down for the long, complete, delicious meal. This is clearly not something she wants to get out of the way.

Tamela keeps panting and thrusting, rocking slightly, her eyes closed. When Frank hits a sweet spot the head lolls back and her lips part, letting out little breathy moans. She is a human island of total pleasure, lost in it completely, loving every second of it.

Frank is a very attentive lover, and continues, her own lips twitching into a smile when she hits the sweet spots. She makes notes where those are and returns to them, intentionally working towards a slow intense buildup.

Tamela squirms happily and keeps rocking and panting. At one point Frank hits a really sweet spot and tempo and she gets way closer, head snapping back and moans coming closer together. She breathes out Frank's name and opens her eyes "Frank.....oh fuck yes..." She's right on the edge.

Frank hears Tamela and guesses that she is close to an orgasm. She pulls her head back, stopping her licking and blows gently on what is obviously overheated clitoris. Looking up Tamela's body, she gives her an innocent smirk. She knows Tamela hasn't cum yet.

Tamela almost flails at the denial and then laughs as she looks down muttering "Fuck....." She not unhappy though and her panting slows to where it was after a minute or two of not getting off.

Frank grins. "Ohhhh ... I just needed little break, is all. Let my beautiful dinner settle." she explains in a rumble. And once Tamela has cooled off, she begins again, not letting her get so cooled off she has to start from scratch ... but beginning another buildup, taking and gently pulling the hairs at her labia apart to expose the hooded clit.

Tamela gives Frank a wry grin and then slips right back into her pleasure trance. It's an almost beautiful ache now. She's dripping, her juices mixed with saliva . When she feels the pulling she shudders. Fuck Frank was good. Tamela lets out another soft moan and spreads her legs further on her next gentle thrust, offering everything Frank could ever want from her for the taking.

Frank is in a state of her own bliss. Sight, smell, sound, taste and touch combining in her mind. When Tamela spreads her legs fuhrer, Frank readjusts her arms, setting her forearms on Tamela's inner thighs and pressing them open. Frank once told Tamela she was as strong as a little french horse ... and if Tamela tries to close her legs she will quickly understand the truth in that long ago comment.

Tamela has no intentions of closing her legs at all. As far as she's concerned Frank could just move in between them and pleasure her for all time. When she hits an edge again though, she does involuntarily push back with them and meet the resistance of Frank's strength. This small but strong woman is driving her to the brink and back over and over again. Finally she just begs for release, ready to lose her mind "God....Frank....please....oh fuck please...." She moans feeling her climax mounting almost painfully again. Her expression is frenzied and she's literally shaking.

Frank loves the minor battle to keep Tamela's legs open .. but not as much as the driving her back and forth to the brink. But finally ... after several near misses she hears the plea and feels the shaking and says ... nothing ... but she does suck Tamela's clit into her mouth and run the tip of her tongue over it, clearly done teasing and down to the business of shoving her newfound off a cliff into orgasm.

Tamela's shaking turns to shudders and her moans become crying out. It goes on for a long time, almost seeming like several orgasm's worth. She presses against the elbows, the tongue, the face and is almost hopping by the end. On the final note she reaches down and pulls Frank's face away from her going from perfect pleasure to closure.She looks down and smiles, covered in a light sweat and almost glowing "I REALLY REALLY like you...." she breathes out and then collapses catching her breath.

Frank doesn't resist being pulled away. She crawls up Tamela's body and looks at her, making a mental note that he has to see this woman like this as often as possible. "I really REALLY like you too." she agrees, reaching for the egg nog and refilling their glasses. "Well ... yippie-ka-yay-motherfucker." she chuckles, a moment before Alan Rickman does .... and then dies ....

Tamela turns her head to the TV and laughs "Well there ya go." she takes the glass and sips "Thanks....for many things....shit you're good at that." She is still a little out of breath and grinning non stop.

Frank blushes a little bit. "It takes two." she demurs, and sits back on the floor, leaning her head onto Tamela's hip. "I love eating pussy and your reaction hits all of my senses." she sips her egg nog. "I think you and I are going to have to NOT watch movies more often."

Tamela beams at her "More than glad to oblige. You have a roommate though. Maybe in your room next time? I do NOT have a roommate, as a point of reference if you happen to be in Cedar Point."

Frank nods. "Yea, my room works, but already your place sounds even better." she laughs. "I'm sure I will like my next visit more than my first, although ignoring everything ... you don't look half bad covered in dust ...but MUCH better covered in sweat." she winks and drinks deeply, then reaches for the pumpkin pie. "This is going to pale in comparison but...."

Tamela snickers "I have no doubt you make an awesome pie...with all your other talents. I took one to Brate's house but left it for the family. normally Megan would have eaten half by now but..." It dawns on her she's about to share something that's family only right now "I think she had too much of the chief's good cooking."

Frank grins and reaches for a fork. "I do, but I prefer the one I just had .. but this will do." she offers Tamela the first forkful, taken from the center of the pie. This will not be a nice neat sliced affair. No way. She nods. "Well the last couple of months have been hell on them. She's been looking sort of tired, so I am assuming they're still on their version of a honeymoon. Lucky him, although I have to admit, your sister isn't QUITE as fit as you are, but I am QUICKLY becoming biased in that area."

Tamela takes the forkful and enjoys it "Mmmm good..." she says after the bite, blushing a bit "And thanks." She looks over Frank wondering if she should just confide it in her. She's told her every other damned thing already. "Megan hates exercise but she's blessed with being naturally slim like our Dad. I got the Spanish genes so I have to work out...but I love working out so I don't mind. It might catch up with Meg one day....one day soon." She checks first "If I tell you something will you promise to act surprised when you hear it later from someone else?"

Frank takes a couple bites of the pie and nods. "Sure. I can do that for ya. What's up?" she wonders.

Tamela just says it "They're pregnant. Megan and Adum. It's very new so they're not talking about it outside of the family yet. But that's why she looks tired. The morning sickness is pretty rough for her. But they're also very happy."

Frank laughs. "Well congrats for them!" she exclaims. "They deserve some happiness. And I'll keep your secret. Gives me more time to milk the Chief Condom thing a little while longer." An idea strikes her and she laughs a little harder. "That's gonna bout KILL her business tho .. seriously .. the co-owner of he condom shop gets knocked up." she shakes her head. "I love this town."

Tamela laughs along with her while eating and then says "I know right." She pushes out her belly, which is pretty hard so it doesn't do much and pretends to be Megan "I swear they DON'T break, honest!"

Frank roars for a moment in laughter. "Oh, they'll be alright. As long as she doesn't quit to become a housewife ..." she arches her brow. "We all know who wears the apron in that house." she winks. "But at least he isn't a walking, stereotype." she grants. "So you're gonna be an aunt, eh? Does this mean next time you're in town I'm gonna have to babysit with you?"

Tamela runs a toe along Frank's thigh, noting but not minding a light layer of soft blond hair. She had noticed some in the pits as she was working on her upper body earlier but it was all good with her either way. "You want to wait THAT long for me to visit you again?" She asks in a teasing tone. "I might have to shop at the Love Shop to survive the absence...."

Frank turns her head. "Noooooo." she shakes her head. Setting the pie dish down she turns. "If you EVER need to talk ... I know you have friends but sometimes it helps to have a lesbian friend ... and if you ever EVER need an orgasm, I want you to call me up." she leans over and takes the closest nipple into her mouth. "You're delectable. I'm hooked." she laughs a little. "You know if you'd played with my nipples another few minutes I would have cum, no mater where your hands were ... and be the first to do it too."

Tamela squirms happily at Frank's mouth on her nipple and lets out a "Mmmm" And then sets her empty plate down and kisses the side of Frank's head "I wondered about that since they were such big fun buttons for you. I'm here for you too Frank....I do have a sex question though since I'll totally be knocking on your door for more orgasms." she smirks and then asks it "You said no strap ons...and you seem to be a tit and clit girl. Do you like ANYTHING internal? Fingers, tongue...I didn't go there because I wasn't sure. I have no need to do any of that to you and I only want to do what you like."

Frank grins and sits on her haunches, more or less absently massaging breasts. "I'm alright with fingers, but not more than three." she replies. "Fisting? No .. Big fat no." she grins. "Are you into strap on's? I could probably pick one up from your sister ... NOT." she grins. "I'd be ordering under a pseudonym. Believe that. I think most of the people that live here do that. At least the ones with reputations to protect."

Tamela makes a face "No fisting for me either so no worries there. No thank you. I like toys. I have a few, even some you might like because they're more clitoral. A strap on to me feels like we're trying to fake hetero. they always shape them like cocks....I don't want a cock anymore. They were annoying enough for as long as I tried to fuck them....plus the males that were attached to them. I don't mind the double wand deals though, not the huge ones...just a little bit of fun to play inside while we rub outside. And nothing anal or involving urination or defecation....not all body functions should mix with sex. But I'm also totally good with using what we have naturally, hands and mouths are perfect tools for love." She enjoys the massaging in an intimate way but it's not making her too hot this close to just getting off.

Frank nods. "I agree with all of that. If I wanted a cock in me, I'd be straight. But I'd be willing to try your double wand .. in the future." she moves long enough to put in Lethal Weapon and start it, then crawls back to Tamela and watches her, not the movie so much. White noise. "So what about your favorite food?" she asks, interested in MUCH more than just this fascinating woman. They rarely got into personal discussions during their phone calls, so now seemed like a good time to get to know her.

Tamela cuddles up to Frank, wrapping her arms around the smaller woman and getting cozy "One favourite food? Hmm that's tough. Steph got me pretty hooked on sushi so when I'm home....red tuna nigiri....it's perfection. But neither of our towns have one of my other favourites for take out so I make them from the kits....tacos....I love tacos. You?"

Frank gets up on the couch .. there is plenty of room for the two of them. "I love tacos. Beef, fish, shrimp, chicken." she nods. "I probably have too many favorites to count." she laughs. "What about .... music?" she asks, happily still wondering.

Tamela grins "All of those! Yes." She thinks on music "Classic rock, some folk, although that's more getting dragged to it by Anna..." she laughs."Some jazz....I like the old better than the new. I took a class at university that got me into it called the history of jazz. And again, you?"

Frank smiles. "Yea .... old is better than the new stuff." she shrugs. "I would actually add hip hop. I think I was the only one who had a CLUE who Aqoustic Spirit even was when he moved here. Him and India Tor. Monifa is also very cool ... and a lesbian too." she winks.

Tamela perks up "I'll have to give Monifa a listen. I've actually heard a lot of India Tor in the last year. My coworker Ryan is her common law partner so he plays it. That's another baby on the way with them. I think you probably know Ryan since he and Chief Brate are best buddies. And my other co-worker, our Lieutenant, Angie Johnson is a huge fangirl for India. I thought she was going to explode when she found out Ryan was dating her, plus he's a bit younger....not such a big deal but Angie's a little old school. Out of curiosity, how old are you Frank? I'm 39."

Frank nods. "Yea. I got to meet her when Reinhardt stopped working as off duty security for Mr Jackson." there's just the HINT or something more in her tone. "India is great, but yea. She mentioned there's some years between them." she grins. "I am 34 and my birthday is February 11th ... and yours?" she likes the back and forth.

Tamela smiles "Close in age.....August 12th....I'll be the big four O on this one. Not that it matters."

Frank grins. "I can remember that." she seems to consider. "I'll have to work pretty hard to give you 40 orgasms ... cause I'm not into spanking too tough .. despite everyone assuming I am cause I'm so mannish." she licks her lips. "But you name the day and I will try my damnedest ... and not lie about why I have the neck brace afterwards." she winks. "Oh ... that reminds me .. I didn't completely answer you ... I ADORE tongues ..... "

Tamela's eyes widen and she laughs "I'm not really into the pain stuff in any form...the odd pinch or hair pull is fun but spanking just seems a little infantile for my preferences. If you like it, I'll try to crack open my mind a bit on that. 40 huh? We might need to book time off to get that done." When she says she adores tongues Tamela looks dramatically relieved "Oh thank god...because I have one....and I might want to lick you later. THAT is a definite preference!"

Frank chuckles. "Yea, I think we're both a little old to be giving each other spankings because we're being bad girls." she winks. "Oh ... I'll make SURE our time off lines up." she laughs at the relief. "So we will be having a LOT of oral sex? You are more than welcome to lick me, no problem." she pauses. "How are you with pets? I mean I know your sister is working on being the little old cat lady of Alexandra ... is it a family thing?"

Tamela's smile turns sour and she bluntly says "If you wanna talk pussy and cats in the same conversation, you won't be getting any. I fuckin hate cats and my sister's house is full of the little hissing assholes." She smiles after "Sorry, you found the topic that clearly makes me a bitch." Tamela laughs at herself now and hopes to god this isn't a deal breaker.

Frank arches her brows, but looks amused. "Noted. I don't hate cats, but I don't want any of them either." she kisses Tamela's cheek. "And speaking of bitches .... how about dogs and other pets? I'm just not the biggest pet person in the world, but we do take turns with Daisy sometimes ... our K9."

Tamela smiles at the kiss and thinks on this "I actually don't mind dogs. Is Daisy a big dog? I take care of Coco, my Aunt's little punter when she's away. She sweet but she pees on everything."

Frank grins. "She's a shepherd. A real sweetie. Oh ... does she go around in your aunts purse, cause I can't promise I won't laugh at that." she admits. "Usually Daisy lives with Greene, but now and again he gets time off and we move the poor baby around."

Tamela giggles into Frank's hair "Not since the peeing problem. She had to toss two purses. My Aunt is our mayor in Cedar Point but she's the furthest thing from pretentious despite the little dog. Is Greene the grumpy one? He seemed pleasant when I met him. I mean not that I've heard anything about that....I suppose us talking shop now could get awkward at times..." She laughs.

Frank nods. "Yea .. he's the grumpy one. I don't know a lot about it, but the little bit I know boils down to good father, bad kid." she sighs and shrugs. Blowing out a breath, she shrugs and moves a little hair back from Tamela's hair. "It could, but it's something I am willing to risk, Tamela." she tells her, studying her face. "I don't want to go back to being Sergeant Sharp with you." she shrugs. "I'm not in love, but I won't deny being in lust."

Tamela grins "Likewise. I promise to only be formal at work....when on official business. I mean it's not like we work for the same police department, just connected ones. Less chance of temptation to jump you in the shower after a physical training." She teases and then pulls Frank closer and kisses her slowly on the lips.

Frank kisses her back. "And thank goodness for THAT." she smiles when she breaks the kiss. "Professional on duty." she moves in closer. "More fun OFF duty..."

Tamela wiggles her eyebrows and pulls Frank right on top of her "Any excuse to get off with you."