It was a sticky August night, and truly what I felt like doing was lying in a cool bath and reading a magazine, but my boyfriend had just called, and he wanted to “show me something.” Great. Well, that’s part of being a girlfriend I suppose so I slid into a pair of cutoffs and a t-shirt to wait for him. I was sitting on the front porch, rocking the swing and listening to the crickets when a police car drove up. The red and blue lights flashed a moment, and looking closer, I saw that it was indeed my rookie cop boyfriend, grinning from ear to ear at his long-awaited, finally issued police cruiser.
I couldn’t help but to be happy for him; he’d been on the waiting list for three months now, so I bounced down the stairs (literally, I wasn’t wearing a bra) and leaned in the window to give him a kiss. He was all excited, giving me a deep kiss before telling me about his newest police toy. He patted the seat next to him, “Come on, let me take you for a ride!” I nearly protested, seeing that I was barely dressed, no shoes, and oh, what the hell.