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there, so
you kind of can’t help notice them when he’s laying on his towel…
shirtless. I’m not blind. I know he’s good looking. I’d be a fool
not to notice. But in no way, shape or form would I entertain the
thought of being in an intimate situation with him again.
I know him now… well, sort of.
He keeps to himself and hangs with Max a lot.
When Cruz isn’t on duty, they go out and only one time, so far,
have I heard the moans and groans of one of the barflies they have
brought home. I can deal with it. I just stick my earplugs in my
ears and turn my iPod on, problem solved.
When we do see each other, it’s a polite nod.
Some nights when I’m alone and sitting out on the patio, which
faces the dock and the bay, I sometimes see him bring a bar floozie
home and watch as he tries to impress her by telling the trollop
that he owns the house. Then I may hear him tell one of them that
they need to be ever so quiet, because there may be spies listening
in on their conversations. I listen to him go on and on about how
he’s a spy for the C.I.A, or part of some undercover operation for
Homeland Security. It’s comical, really, bordering on ridiculous,
no wait… let me re-phrase that, it is ridiculous. Girls are so
gullible.
I don’t think I’ve been this relaxed in a long
time. My meds are helping, which is a good sign. I love sitting out
on this dock watching the soft ripple of the water on the bay.
Early mornings here are my favorite. I’m not a sleeper, so I’m
always out here with my coffee by six. Insomnia has its pros and
cons, you see. You don’t sleep much, but at least you don’t waste
your day in bed, and you get a few extra hours to be
productive.
The applications I’m filling out for positions
in the school district I student taught at ask for a lot of
information, and the teachers and mentors at the school gave me
glowing recommendations. I’d be thrilled with just a substitute
position right now.
I’m beginning to type away entering all the info
the schools are asking for, when I hear footsteps behind me on the
dock. I turn around and find Cruz standing there. He has a
fisherman’s hat on with things hanging off of it, a fishing pole
and a tackle box.
A smile as large as life is displayed on his
tanned face. There goes my peace and quiet, right out the door.
Stretching his arms over his head, he addresses
me, “Good morning, Turnip. Ahh, what a day.” He makes himself
comfortable on the dock, placing his items on a towel he has spread
out. He hooks his line, pulling out a worm for bait, and I
cringe.
“That’s really disgusting to look at this early
in the morning. Speaking of such, why are you up?”
He casts his line and dangles his feet off the
dock into the water.
“I just got home from my shift and I thought I’d
do a little fishing before my nap. What brings you out here?”
I take a long sip of my heavenly Starbucks and
go back to typing, ignoring his question. It’s really none of his
business what I’m doing.
“Well, okay then, be rude why don’t you.”
What happened to us ignoring each other? We did
come to some kind of agreement or did he forget.
I speak to him while reading all the fine print
of the applications, “I’m not being rude, I’m just… well I’m busy.
That’s all.” My tone drips of annoyance.
This mumbo jumbo I’m looking at can be quite
confusing, so I really need to take my time and concentrate on the
task at hand.
“Fine, I don’t want to know anyway. It’s
probably something smart, like an I.Q. test.”
“None of the above.”
“Fine,” he snaps.
“Fine,” I snap back.
Silence sets in as I go back to the tedious job
I was just performing. I sit. He sits. The sound of seagulls and my
fingers tapping the keys are the only sounds heard.
“Would you mind? You are scaring the fish.”
I roll my eyes. He can’t see me, but I do it
anyway and continue, this time I pound them just a little
harder.
“I don’t mind at
you kind of can’t help notice them when he’s laying on his towel…
shirtless. I’m not blind. I know he’s good looking. I’d be a fool
not to notice. But in no way, shape or form would I entertain the
thought of being in an intimate situation with him again.
I know him now… well, sort of.
He keeps to himself and hangs with Max a lot.
When Cruz isn’t on duty, they go out and only one time, so far,
have I heard the moans and groans of one of the barflies they have
brought home. I can deal with it. I just stick my earplugs in my
ears and turn my iPod on, problem solved.
When we do see each other, it’s a polite nod.
Some nights when I’m alone and sitting out on the patio, which
faces the dock and the bay, I sometimes see him bring a bar floozie
home and watch as he tries to impress her by telling the trollop
that he owns the house. Then I may hear him tell one of them that
they need to be ever so quiet, because there may be spies listening
in on their conversations. I listen to him go on and on about how
he’s a spy for the C.I.A, or part of some undercover operation for
Homeland Security. It’s comical, really, bordering on ridiculous,
no wait… let me re-phrase that, it is ridiculous. Girls are so
gullible.
I don’t think I’ve been this relaxed in a long
time. My meds are helping, which is a good sign. I love sitting out
on this dock watching the soft ripple of the water on the bay.
Early mornings here are my favorite. I’m not a sleeper, so I’m
always out here with my coffee by six. Insomnia has its pros and
cons, you see. You don’t sleep much, but at least you don’t waste
your day in bed, and you get a few extra hours to be
productive.
The applications I’m filling out for positions
in the school district I student taught at ask for a lot of
information, and the teachers and mentors at the school gave me
glowing recommendations. I’d be thrilled with just a substitute
position right now.
I’m beginning to type away entering all the info
the schools are asking for, when I hear footsteps behind me on the
dock. I turn around and find Cruz standing there. He has a
fisherman’s hat on with things hanging off of it, a fishing pole
and a tackle box.
A smile as large as life is displayed on his
tanned face. There goes my peace and quiet, right out the door.
Stretching his arms over his head, he addresses
me, “Good morning, Turnip. Ahh, what a day.” He makes himself
comfortable on the dock, placing his items on a towel he has spread
out. He hooks his line, pulling out a worm for bait, and I
cringe.
“That’s really disgusting to look at this early
in the morning. Speaking of such, why are you up?”
He casts his line and dangles his feet off the
dock into the water.
“I just got home from my shift and I thought I’d
do a little fishing before my nap. What brings you out here?”
I take a long sip of my heavenly Starbucks and
go back to typing, ignoring his question. It’s really none of his
business what I’m doing.
“Well, okay then, be rude why don’t you.”
What happened to us ignoring each other? We did
come to some kind of agreement or did he forget.
I speak to him while reading all the fine print
of the applications, “I’m not being rude, I’m just… well I’m busy.
That’s all.” My tone drips of annoyance.
This mumbo jumbo I’m looking at can be quite
confusing, so I really need to take my time and concentrate on the
task at hand.
“Fine, I don’t want to know anyway. It’s
probably something smart, like an I.Q. test.”
“None of the above.”
“Fine,” he snaps.
“Fine,” I snap back.
Silence sets in as I go back to the tedious job
I was just performing. I sit. He sits. The sound of seagulls and my
fingers tapping the keys are the only sounds heard.
“Would you mind? You are scaring the fish.”
I roll my eyes. He can’t see me, but I do it
anyway and continue, this time I pound them just a little
harder.
“I don’t mind at
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