did.”
“Let me rephrase that.” I reply. “You can’t do that
without causing a scene. Just find somewhere else to park.” I plead with him.
Of course the driver of the other car has noticed us and
walks right up. “Listen to the pretty lady.” He says giving what I’m sure he
thinks is a threatening look.
Marc of course won’t be intimidated by one smartly
dressed guy with an attitude. He steps up to the guy, looks him straight in the
eyes and proceeds to give him a piece of his mind.
“Wow… you’ve got a lot of attitude for a skinny guy with
a pansy-assed cherry red car.” Marc replies.
“Yeah, well my pansy-colored red Ferrari kicks ass on
your little black pile of plastic and rubber so are you going to move it out of
the way on your own or do I get to do it for you?”
This time the man punctuates each word with a jab of his
forefinger on Marc’s chest. Even though the guy is about five inches taller
than Marc, he isn’t intimidated in the least. Instead Marc reaches into his
back pocket and brings out a pair of handcuffs.
“So are you going to put these on yourself or do I get to
do it for you?”
It’s comical how the man’s mouth drops open and his eyes
bug out. He immediately backs off.
“I’m so sorry officer; it’s been a rough day. Please
don’t arrest me. I’ll be happy to just move my car right away. I am so sorry
sir.”
I take Marc’s arm and move to pull him back to our car.
“Let him have the spot.” I advise. “There’s one over there. Let’s just park
there, I’m starving.”
He looks down at me. “You’re kidding right? He just
assaulted a Sheriff’s Deputy.”
“He poked you with his finger.” I reply.
“And that’s assault.” He protests.
“Really?” I ask. “Are you that insecure that you have to
arrest someone who pokes you?”
“It’s not about me at all.” He says. “His lack of respect
and assumption that he can just put his hands on an authority figure is very
disturbing. It draws into question just how far would he go in an argument with
your average citizen if he’s this willing to lay hands on the police.”
“I swear to god, I would never cause a fight.” The driver
of the Ferrari pleads. “Please sir, let me just take my date home and be done
with this evening.”
“Of course you can go.” I say as I pull Marc back towards
his Chevy. “No one needs to go to jail tonight, right Marc?”
For a minute it looks like he’s going to arrest the guy
anyway, but finally his face softens and he backs off his stance.
“You’re a lucky man.” He advises the Ferrari guy. “My
date’s hungry and I want to feed her, otherwise you’d be sitting on your ass
waiting for a patrol car to come take you to jail.”
“Thank you so much officer. I swear to god I would never
try to harm a police officer.”
“Well I’m not so sure about that. You should be thanking
my girl here and not me. She’s the reason you get to go home tonight.”
Then the man proceeds to thank me profusely to a point I
am now embarrassed. Without another word I walk around and get into Marc’s car.
I breathe a giant sigh of release when he finally gets in the car and heads
over to the empty spot just down the row.
When we get out and start walking to the front door I can
tell Marc is still upset so I pull on his arm. He stops and I step up to him
and plant my lips on his. Instantly my heart begins to thump in my chest. His
masculine smell and his breath mixing in with mine is enough to get my motor
purring. At first he’s super stiff, then his body relaxes and he’s kissing
back. After a minute he retreats and smiles warmly.
“Thank you for that.” He says to me. “I really needed
it.”
Relieved, I smile and walk into the restaurant. I guess
this is going to be a nice night after all. Over the next forty-five minutes we
enjoy each other’s company immensely. At first I didn’t get his sense of humor.
In fact when we first began going out I
“Let me rephrase that.” I reply. “You can’t do that
without causing a scene. Just find somewhere else to park.” I plead with him.
Of course the driver of the other car has noticed us and
walks right up. “Listen to the pretty lady.” He says giving what I’m sure he
thinks is a threatening look.
Marc of course won’t be intimidated by one smartly
dressed guy with an attitude. He steps up to the guy, looks him straight in the
eyes and proceeds to give him a piece of his mind.
“Wow… you’ve got a lot of attitude for a skinny guy with
a pansy-assed cherry red car.” Marc replies.
“Yeah, well my pansy-colored red Ferrari kicks ass on
your little black pile of plastic and rubber so are you going to move it out of
the way on your own or do I get to do it for you?”
This time the man punctuates each word with a jab of his
forefinger on Marc’s chest. Even though the guy is about five inches taller
than Marc, he isn’t intimidated in the least. Instead Marc reaches into his
back pocket and brings out a pair of handcuffs.
“So are you going to put these on yourself or do I get to
do it for you?”
It’s comical how the man’s mouth drops open and his eyes
bug out. He immediately backs off.
“I’m so sorry officer; it’s been a rough day. Please
don’t arrest me. I’ll be happy to just move my car right away. I am so sorry
sir.”
I take Marc’s arm and move to pull him back to our car.
“Let him have the spot.” I advise. “There’s one over there. Let’s just park
there, I’m starving.”
He looks down at me. “You’re kidding right? He just
assaulted a Sheriff’s Deputy.”
“He poked you with his finger.” I reply.
“And that’s assault.” He protests.
“Really?” I ask. “Are you that insecure that you have to
arrest someone who pokes you?”
“It’s not about me at all.” He says. “His lack of respect
and assumption that he can just put his hands on an authority figure is very
disturbing. It draws into question just how far would he go in an argument with
your average citizen if he’s this willing to lay hands on the police.”
“I swear to god, I would never cause a fight.” The driver
of the Ferrari pleads. “Please sir, let me just take my date home and be done
with this evening.”
“Of course you can go.” I say as I pull Marc back towards
his Chevy. “No one needs to go to jail tonight, right Marc?”
For a minute it looks like he’s going to arrest the guy
anyway, but finally his face softens and he backs off his stance.
“You’re a lucky man.” He advises the Ferrari guy. “My
date’s hungry and I want to feed her, otherwise you’d be sitting on your ass
waiting for a patrol car to come take you to jail.”
“Thank you so much officer. I swear to god I would never
try to harm a police officer.”
“Well I’m not so sure about that. You should be thanking
my girl here and not me. She’s the reason you get to go home tonight.”
Then the man proceeds to thank me profusely to a point I
am now embarrassed. Without another word I walk around and get into Marc’s car.
I breathe a giant sigh of release when he finally gets in the car and heads
over to the empty spot just down the row.
When we get out and start walking to the front door I can
tell Marc is still upset so I pull on his arm. He stops and I step up to him
and plant my lips on his. Instantly my heart begins to thump in my chest. His
masculine smell and his breath mixing in with mine is enough to get my motor
purring. At first he’s super stiff, then his body relaxes and he’s kissing
back. After a minute he retreats and smiles warmly.
“Thank you for that.” He says to me. “I really needed
it.”
Relieved, I smile and walk into the restaurant. I guess
this is going to be a nice night after all. Over the next forty-five minutes we
enjoy each other’s company immensely. At first I didn’t get his sense of humor.
In fact when we first began going out I
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