A Walk in the Park, Chapter 2
This is a continuation of “The Original 6 Page Work Called A
Walk in the Park," Posted on this Blog
on 9/24/12 Be sure to read that one first……….
I watched Special Agent Mills as she walked from the edge of
my bed to the kitchen wearing nothing but my dress shirt. She still had a slight limp, and she should
be using her crutches, but after last night I might be the one who needs
crutches this morning. You never would
have known that she had been shot in the hip less than two months ago.
She started opening cupboard doors looking for the coffee.
“It’s in the middle one, on the right-hand side.”
“Got it.”
It was instant, but I live alone. I go to the local coffee shop on the corner if I want something
special.
I was mesmerized by her figure as she bent over and searched
the contents of my refrigerator for something eatable.
“Not much of a foodie are you Jim?”
“I’m only here one week out of any given month Tina. You should see my spread up on the mountain,
beats the pants off of this apartment hands down.”
Tina returned to the bedroom, and sat on her knees at the
end of my bed. “Now if you have no ham
and eggs, what are we gonna do all morning?”
She leaned forward, straddled my legs, and started to crawl up the bed.
I love the
mountains. I’ve always been a mountain
man. With the top half of my dress
shirt hanging open, I had a perfect view of Tina’s mountains. When she was face to face with me she kissed
me.
“That place of yours in the park belongs to the Federal
Government, Ranger Jim.”
With that she tossed off the bed sheet and slowly settled
herself down on top of me.
Yippie-ki-yay, the cowgirl rides again.
“Call me?”
“Hell yes darlin’. My momma didn’t raise no fool.”
We smiled, we laughed, we kissed, and we said good-bye. I watched her 2-door sedan pull out of town
headed north. I straddled the gas tank
of my motorcycle and kicked it over, then I left a trail of dust heading west
to the Ranger station.
On that long lonely ride I had plenty to think about. I was close to 10 years older than her. She was smart. She was pretty, and she was in my head after just one night. I started an in depth discussion with myself
as to when would be the best time to call her.
Tonight? No way, too soon.
Tomorrow? Maybe, that would be cool, yet caring.
As I turned up the road to the National Park Welcome Center
my cell phone started to vibrate. I
nervously pulled over and answered it on the first ring.
“Hello.”
“Yo Jim-bo this is Mike.”
My disappointment at hearing it was Mike, my Supervisor, and not Tina
was immediate and deep.
“What’s up Mike?”
“Jim-bo I got a call.
They want me down in Tahoe to supervise a forest fire fuel reduction
effort. I only expect to be gone for
two weeks. If you haven’t guessed son,
you will be acting Supervisor while I’m gone.
I left a rotation schedule for the Fire Watchtower assignments on my
desk. Anybody gives you any crap about
an assignment, kick ass and take names.”
“Two weeks Mike?”
“More than likely son.
I am sure you can handle it, any problems radio dispatch should be able
to get me.”
“OK Mike. Just make
sure you run the other way when those lumberjacks yell TIMBER!”
“Will do Jim-bo, will do.
Bye.”
“Bye Mike.” Crap.
Two weeks of playing boss. Two
weeks of not daring to take any time off.
Two weeks of not being able to see Tina.
Tina had a long drive back to her place. Her place?
Not really. She had been living
with John for three years, one happy, one sad, and one miserable as all
Hell. In the past year John had turned
into a controlling and manipulative ogre. She didn't want to move back home,
but that would be the only option available in her immediate future.
One night with Jim had been the catalyst to her
courage. The final straw, the missing
piece to the puzzle, now found, the picture of what she had to do was
complete. Even if it was not Jim
tomorrow, it was Jim last night, and that was good enough. She was finally
certain that there would be life after John, maybe even love. She just hoped
that John would not be there when she got back.
It wouldn't be like she would just show up on her mother’s
doorstep. They had been talking
regularly for the past year, ever since Tina’s father had passed away. Her mother was lonely, and would welcome her
back, or so Tina reasoned.
Tina filled the back seat of her car with her clothes, and
took those things she had brought into the relationship back out with her. She took her CDs, and left his, and so on
through the apartment, except for the TV remote. The big-screen TV was Johns, but she took the remote control
because she knew that would piss John off the most.
Tina drove up to her mother’s house and parked by the white picket
fence. Her mother was outside picking
weeds in the flower garden. Tears
started to drip down Tina’s cheek as she opened the gate and slowly walked up
the path to her mother. Tina’s mom
looked at her daughter’s face, and the pile of clothing in the back seat of the
car. She knew. She opened her arms and embraced her
daughter. They walked quietly inside
and had a cup of tea and a good cry.
Tina’s room was waiting for her, just the way she left it 3 years ago.
Mom’s house did not have internet service. Personal phone calls and internet usage were
taboo at work, and Jim spent most of his time in a dead zone. Tina started stopping by the internet-café
after work and wrote long love letter E-mails to Jim, and he reciprocated in
kind whenever he could. Tina was
thrilled that this handsome hunk had such a romantic spirit.
There was one problem they were not aware of. Tina had no idea that John had hacked her
e-mail logon and password years before.
John was not impressed with Jim’s romantic ways, or his woman’s desires
to be with this other man.
