Taking Tex Home
If you don't run your own life, someone else will.
With an irritated frown at his refusal of her polite request, Despina holds out her hand demandingly. "PP, lend my your jeep keys," she reiterates firmly.
He studiously ignores her, then grumbles, "Why should MY gas be used on your errand of mercy?"
"Come on, PP. My truck's too tightly packed."
"You're getting entirely too high and mighty. Tex's fall has gone to your head. You need to be shown who's boss."
Stumbling toward her, Paul Peter tries to pin her against the side of the jeep in a torrid embrace.
"Pete!" she squeaks.
Instead of fighting him off, she slides around until she can work her hand into his jeans pocket. Wiggling first one way, then the other, she fishes around until she comes up with the keys. Ducking easily under his arm, she slips away.
"Thanks, PP. You're a real brick."
Shaking his head, the sheriff mumbles, "Paul Peter, Pete, PP; you're awfully familiar with him -- enough not to think of him as a threat," as he reaches into Tex's pocket to withdraw his keys, then heads toward his patrol car to call in.
She ignores his half-heard remark.
Climbing into a jacked up 4x4 360, he commands, "Follow me."
Paul Peter scrambles back as she slips behind the wheel and fires up the jeep.
Ten minutes down the highway, the monster truck signals a left. Despina can see nothing past the ornate Bar J sign. Another five minutes' drive brings a huge ranch house into sight. White fences surround irrigated paddocks.
Pulling the jeep as close to the front door as possible, Despina shuts off the engine, then joins the sheriff on the wide stoop. A lovely lady in a silk Chinese style wrap opens the door. Seeing Tex recumbent on the back of the jeep, she rings for a servant to help bring him in.
"Oh, a woman! Did he?"
"No, don't worry. He got his comeuppance. Despina seems to have a way about her."
"I'll have to cultivate her closer acquaintance."
"Mrs. Johnson, this is Miss Despina MacKenzie, the new elementary teacher at the Stone Circles Reservation. Despina, Nancy."
"My friends call me Dee."
How did he know I was a Miss? Twenty-six is plenty old enough to be married. He never asked a word about my marital status. Lots of married people don't always wear their rings, especially when going into known rough country where they might be lost or damaged.
Last updated 3/9/10 Corrected Missus to Mrs. (Duh, buh!) 1/27/10 smoothed first sentence; 12/19/09 Added “tells”. 10/28/08 - Added "My friends call me Dee." - 8/4/06 (...studiously ignores her; Paul Peter scrambles back as she slips; ...to withdraw his... "Misus Johnson,... 7/20/06 ...be lost or damaged; 7/19/06. (Added HIS keys on the way to his patrol car ; Miss and last thought -- 9/14/04)
Word Count: 423
Tuesday, December 7th, 2001 10:41 pm (pandemo)