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Authors: B A Trimmer
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pretty sure some of the things they were doing would be illegal in Arizona.
I swung my leg over the balcony and started climbing down. The plan was for Gina and me to fade into the Italian countryside, find the car we had stashed along the side of the road, then drive back to Milan.
Gina heard noises from the house and whispered for me to hurry. I had lowered myself about five feet when my foot slipped on the ice. I tried to catch myself but my numb fingers couldn’t get a grip on the snowy ledge. I fell almost fifteen feet and landed badly on my leg. There was a loud snap and a bolt of pain. I knew it was broken.
Gina was able to get me to a rural clinic. Only the doctors spoke any English, my cell phone was dead, and there wasn’t a telephone in sight of my bed. Gina said she stayed with me for the first two days, but I was too doped up to remember much about her being there. She then flew back to Scottsdale to deliver the pictures to Lenny.
He was thrilled. Rocco’s wife used the evidence to force a generous divorce settlement from her cheating husband. Lenny ended up making a pile of cash, as usual.
Sophie came to Italy two weeks later to help me get back to the States. By then, I had a walking cast on my leg and was able to move around on crutches. On the trip back, she asked if I had straightened things out with Reno. I told her “No.”
“Laura, you gotta call him,” she said. “You know, he’s going to think you’ve dumped him. Gina said he called her last week to see if she knew what was going on. She told him you were out of the country and would be back soon. She didn’t think Reno believed her.”
“I know,” I said. “I was supposed to see him on Christmas, but that was two weeks ago. I can’t just call him now. I still don’t even know what I’m going to tell him. When I get back to Scottsdale, I’ll go over and see him. With the cast, maybe I can use the sympathy ploy.”
Only that didn’t go as planned either. I couldn’t drive and I didn’t want to take a cab. After I got back, it was another three days before I got up the courage to have Sophie drive me over to Reno’s house. When we got there it was eight at night and Reno wasn’t home. Sophie and I parked across the street and sat for an hour and a half.
At 9:30 Reno’s car came down the street, but we saw he wasn’t alone. I didn’t recognize who she was, but she had big blonde hair and was wearing a red dress. We both ducked down while Reno pulled into his garage. Lights went on in the living room and then ten minutes later in the bedroom. We stayed until it was obvious there were shadows of two people on the bedroom window shade. I started crying and Sophie drove me home.
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The Suns beat the Lakers 115 to 98. At 11:00, I drove back to Duke’s. Fifteen minutes later the bus pulled into the lot. The people were in a rowdy mood as they spilled out. Alex got into his car and drove directly to his apartment, the Lincoln following almost on his bumper the whole way.
I was going to stay around for half an hour to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere else. But, in less than 20 minutes the living room light went off. Five minutes later, the bedroom light went off as well. Alex was in for the night.
I drove home to Marlowe.
FOUR
The alarm started chirping and I hit the snooze bar to shut it off. I remembered setting the alarm the night before in hopes of getting to Alex’s before 8:00. Nine minutes later it went off again. I hit the snooze again, opened one eye, and looked at the clock: 6:09. Nine minutes later the happy chirping started again. I shut it off again and looked at the bedroom window. It was still dark outside.
Damn.
Four more times the alarm went off and four more times I shut it off. The fifth time it went off, I realized my heart was pounding and my crotch was throbbing. That woke me right up. I vaguely remembered dreaming about Reno doing a slow strip tease and then doing an amazing thing to me
I swung my leg over the balcony and started climbing down. The plan was for Gina and me to fade into the Italian countryside, find the car we had stashed along the side of the road, then drive back to Milan.
Gina heard noises from the house and whispered for me to hurry. I had lowered myself about five feet when my foot slipped on the ice. I tried to catch myself but my numb fingers couldn’t get a grip on the snowy ledge. I fell almost fifteen feet and landed badly on my leg. There was a loud snap and a bolt of pain. I knew it was broken.
Gina was able to get me to a rural clinic. Only the doctors spoke any English, my cell phone was dead, and there wasn’t a telephone in sight of my bed. Gina said she stayed with me for the first two days, but I was too doped up to remember much about her being there. She then flew back to Scottsdale to deliver the pictures to Lenny.
He was thrilled. Rocco’s wife used the evidence to force a generous divorce settlement from her cheating husband. Lenny ended up making a pile of cash, as usual.
Sophie came to Italy two weeks later to help me get back to the States. By then, I had a walking cast on my leg and was able to move around on crutches. On the trip back, she asked if I had straightened things out with Reno. I told her “No.”
“Laura, you gotta call him,” she said. “You know, he’s going to think you’ve dumped him. Gina said he called her last week to see if she knew what was going on. She told him you were out of the country and would be back soon. She didn’t think Reno believed her.”
“I know,” I said. “I was supposed to see him on Christmas, but that was two weeks ago. I can’t just call him now. I still don’t even know what I’m going to tell him. When I get back to Scottsdale, I’ll go over and see him. With the cast, maybe I can use the sympathy ploy.”
Only that didn’t go as planned either. I couldn’t drive and I didn’t want to take a cab. After I got back, it was another three days before I got up the courage to have Sophie drive me over to Reno’s house. When we got there it was eight at night and Reno wasn’t home. Sophie and I parked across the street and sat for an hour and a half.
At 9:30 Reno’s car came down the street, but we saw he wasn’t alone. I didn’t recognize who she was, but she had big blonde hair and was wearing a red dress. We both ducked down while Reno pulled into his garage. Lights went on in the living room and then ten minutes later in the bedroom. We stayed until it was obvious there were shadows of two people on the bedroom window shade. I started crying and Sophie drove me home.
~~~~
The Suns beat the Lakers 115 to 98. At 11:00, I drove back to Duke’s. Fifteen minutes later the bus pulled into the lot. The people were in a rowdy mood as they spilled out. Alex got into his car and drove directly to his apartment, the Lincoln following almost on his bumper the whole way.
I was going to stay around for half an hour to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere else. But, in less than 20 minutes the living room light went off. Five minutes later, the bedroom light went off as well. Alex was in for the night.
I drove home to Marlowe.
FOUR
The alarm started chirping and I hit the snooze bar to shut it off. I remembered setting the alarm the night before in hopes of getting to Alex’s before 8:00. Nine minutes later it went off again. I hit the snooze again, opened one eye, and looked at the clock: 6:09. Nine minutes later the happy chirping started again. I shut it off again and looked at the bedroom window. It was still dark outside.
Damn.
Four more times the alarm went off and four more times I shut it off. The fifth time it went off, I realized my heart was pounding and my crotch was throbbing. That woke me right up. I vaguely remembered dreaming about Reno doing a slow strip tease and then doing an amazing thing to me
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