his shirt and presses his face to the glass.
―It‘s a cop. Fuck! I knew we shouldn‘t have left the car running.‖
I revise the headline:POLICE CHIEF‘S DAUGHTER ARRESTED FOR LEWD AND
OBSCENE BEHAVIOR. STANFORD TOSSES HER APPLICATION.
―Wait here,‖ he says. ―He‘s motioning for me to come out.‖
―Shit. Be careful,‖ I whisper shakily.
I throw on my bra and sundress as Wes crawls over me and exits through the driver‘s side door.
I peer through the side window and watch as the lone policeman talks to Wes and frisks him.
Then the cop motions toward me.
As they walk toward the rear I smooth back my hair and slip on my sandals. The trunk door opens to me sitting cross-legged with a petrified look on my face. The cop peers inside. I raise my hand in a silly wave. I don‘t recognize him from the times I‘ve visited headquarters. I hope he doesn‘t recognize me and that he doesn‘t ask for my ID or last name.
―Are you all right, miss?‖
―Yes sir,‖ I squeak, trying to disguise my voice.
―Come out,‖ Wes instructs me, his pulse obviously going a mile a minute. ―He asked if he could search the car for alcohol and stuff, and I said that‘d be fine.‖
I quickly hop out of the trunk and take my place next to Wes, who‘s looking sheepishly at the ground. I look down also and hold my jacket over my head in an attempt to shield my eyes from the rain, which has downgraded to a cold drizzle. I‘m so scared Wes‘s brother hid a stash of pot or something in the car back when he owned it and forgot about it. I want to cling to Wes‘s arm, but I‘m too afraid to move.
After what seems like forever, the cop approaches us and stares us down. ―It‘s pretty stupid of you to go parking here. What if some rapist or murderer got to you before I did? If you were my kids, I‘d ground you for a year. Use your brains next time, got it?‖
―Yes, officer,‖ Wes and I recite in unison as we dart back into the car and tear out of the dock.
My thoughts immediately turn to my parents. Dad would blow his top if he knew. Mom would be so embarrassed if this ever got out to the other teachers at Shorr. I know what my grandma would say: How can you have a white wedding now?
―I—I can‘t believe that just happened to us,‖ I stammer, shivering in my damp clothes.
―He was right, though. I‘m sorry, Dom. I should have known better.‖
―It wasn‘t your fault. I‘d better get home, though. It‘s almost one.‖
I open the visor mirror to check my makeup, and I literally gasp at what‘s staring back at me.
My neck is sprinkled with reddish purple contusions! I break into a giggling fit when I realize I was Wes-inated again. My first hickeys!
―What‘s so funny?‖ Wes asks.
―Look.‖ I hold my hair up with my hands. ―Don‘t worry, they don‘t hurt.‖
His jaw drops when he sees them. Then he smiles smugly. ―Hey, do I have any?‖ he asks, tilting his head up.
―Yes!‖ I shriek. ―You have a couple little ones, under your ear. I bet Paul and the other guys on the team will be teasing you like crazy at practice Monday.‖
―Great,‖ he says sarcastically.
Then we both break out laughing. At the next red light, I lean over and hug him. ―Between the smoke detector and this, we‘ve had an exciting week.‖
―A little too exciting for my taste, but yeah, in retrospect it‘s pretty funny.‖
―Hey, even if some psycho killer did try to get us, you‘re so fit, you could‘ve kicked his ass.‖
―Dom, it‘s really difficult to kick ass with a hard-on.‖
I giggle nervously, and I wonder how long it‘s going to be before I get a look at his hard-on. I‘m also a little shocked he even said the word, but if tonight was any indication, he‘s growing out of his shyness fast. We both are.
When Wes drops me off at my building, we make out for a good five minutes in the front seat before I reluctantly go upstairs. I don‘t care that everyone
―It‘s a cop. Fuck! I knew we shouldn‘t have left the car running.‖
I revise the headline:POLICE CHIEF‘S DAUGHTER ARRESTED FOR LEWD AND
OBSCENE BEHAVIOR. STANFORD TOSSES HER APPLICATION.
―Wait here,‖ he says. ―He‘s motioning for me to come out.‖
―Shit. Be careful,‖ I whisper shakily.
I throw on my bra and sundress as Wes crawls over me and exits through the driver‘s side door.
I peer through the side window and watch as the lone policeman talks to Wes and frisks him.
Then the cop motions toward me.
As they walk toward the rear I smooth back my hair and slip on my sandals. The trunk door opens to me sitting cross-legged with a petrified look on my face. The cop peers inside. I raise my hand in a silly wave. I don‘t recognize him from the times I‘ve visited headquarters. I hope he doesn‘t recognize me and that he doesn‘t ask for my ID or last name.
―Are you all right, miss?‖
―Yes sir,‖ I squeak, trying to disguise my voice.
―Come out,‖ Wes instructs me, his pulse obviously going a mile a minute. ―He asked if he could search the car for alcohol and stuff, and I said that‘d be fine.‖
I quickly hop out of the trunk and take my place next to Wes, who‘s looking sheepishly at the ground. I look down also and hold my jacket over my head in an attempt to shield my eyes from the rain, which has downgraded to a cold drizzle. I‘m so scared Wes‘s brother hid a stash of pot or something in the car back when he owned it and forgot about it. I want to cling to Wes‘s arm, but I‘m too afraid to move.
After what seems like forever, the cop approaches us and stares us down. ―It‘s pretty stupid of you to go parking here. What if some rapist or murderer got to you before I did? If you were my kids, I‘d ground you for a year. Use your brains next time, got it?‖
―Yes, officer,‖ Wes and I recite in unison as we dart back into the car and tear out of the dock.
My thoughts immediately turn to my parents. Dad would blow his top if he knew. Mom would be so embarrassed if this ever got out to the other teachers at Shorr. I know what my grandma would say: How can you have a white wedding now?
―I—I can‘t believe that just happened to us,‖ I stammer, shivering in my damp clothes.
―He was right, though. I‘m sorry, Dom. I should have known better.‖
―It wasn‘t your fault. I‘d better get home, though. It‘s almost one.‖
I open the visor mirror to check my makeup, and I literally gasp at what‘s staring back at me.
My neck is sprinkled with reddish purple contusions! I break into a giggling fit when I realize I was Wes-inated again. My first hickeys!
―What‘s so funny?‖ Wes asks.
―Look.‖ I hold my hair up with my hands. ―Don‘t worry, they don‘t hurt.‖
His jaw drops when he sees them. Then he smiles smugly. ―Hey, do I have any?‖ he asks, tilting his head up.
―Yes!‖ I shriek. ―You have a couple little ones, under your ear. I bet Paul and the other guys on the team will be teasing you like crazy at practice Monday.‖
―Great,‖ he says sarcastically.
Then we both break out laughing. At the next red light, I lean over and hug him. ―Between the smoke detector and this, we‘ve had an exciting week.‖
―A little too exciting for my taste, but yeah, in retrospect it‘s pretty funny.‖
―Hey, even if some psycho killer did try to get us, you‘re so fit, you could‘ve kicked his ass.‖
―Dom, it‘s really difficult to kick ass with a hard-on.‖
I giggle nervously, and I wonder how long it‘s going to be before I get a look at his hard-on. I‘m also a little shocked he even said the word, but if tonight was any indication, he‘s growing out of his shyness fast. We both are.
When Wes drops me off at my building, we make out for a good five minutes in the front seat before I reluctantly go upstairs. I don‘t care that everyone
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