Now Wouldn't You Like to Know (20 page)

“Hope I didn’t interrupt anything,” he said, his eyes steely and probing.

“No, we were just relaxing on the sofa when the doorbell rang. It just took me a while to make myself presentable.

The detective nodded his head.

“Listen, I’m not going to take up too much of your time but I have just a few questions to ask and then I’ll be on my way.”

“Sure, have a seat,” she said showing the detective over to the recliner.

I walked over and we shook hands, then I sat down next to Diana.

“Now, how would you describe your overall relationship with Jack?” the detective asked, his hands clasped.

“At first he was as nice and considerate as a woman would want a man to be. But over time his true nature came to the forefront. He was controlling and possessive and violent. Very abusive, both verbally and physically.”

“I see,” the detective murmured. “We happened to have on video everything he did to you last night. He’s going away for a long time. He has two other assault and battery charges stemming from two other women he was involved with in North Carolina. He was arrested, posted, bail then skipped down here to Florida.”

“Well, I’m glad he’s behind bars now,” Diana said with a sigh of relief.

“We’ll need your testimony when the time comes,” he said, rising up. “Well, that’s all I have for now. I hope you are feeling better.”

“I am,” Diana said as she led him to the door.

“That was a brave thing both of you did last night,” he said facing me. “A really brave thing. You have my well wishes. Good luck to you both and have a good day.”

“Bye now,” Diana said as she closed the door.

Eyeing me hungrily, she tossed me a sensuous smile. Then slowly, almost burlesque-like, she unzipped the side of her dark blue skirt and stepped out of it. She was left wearing dark blue stockings, with garter straps, a matching corset, and dark blue panties. Sexy could not describe this lovely goddess.

Sashaying towards me she unbuttoned her white blouse, exposing her heaving round breasts. She was a walking dream, a seductress and temptress all rolled into one. Her enchanting brown doe-like eyes were fixed on mine as if to recast a broken spell. Once she entered my arms, we kissed hungrily then picked up where we had left off. Needless to say, we went far beyond the point of return. Far beyond it.

Chapter 20

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hen the time came for me to leave, I manned up and put on a brave face. Inside I was as torn apart as much as she was. It was not easy leaving her.

“Well, it’s time to hit the road,” I said, as I walked over and opened her front door.

“I know,” was all she could manage to utter.

She drove me over to the airport and parked in one of the four story parking garages. I had a travel bag and a suitcase on wheels. We walked hand in hand towards the outdoor check in counter. I presented my reserved ticket and checked in my luggage. I tipped the porter five dollars then Diana and I entered the busy terminal.

“I wished I was going with you,” she said gazing up at me as she kept pace with me.

“I wished that you were too,” I replied, gripping her hand a little tighter. “This really sucks, leaving you here.”

“It sucks either way,” she declared, stroking my shoulder with her free hand.

“Look, how about this,” I began. “Why don’t we try to remain upbeat about this? After all, this is not the end of the line for us. It’s just the beginning.”

“So you’re saying that we ought not to leave on a sad note, am I right?”

“Exactly,” I said.

“Okay.”

“So, how do we do this?’ she asked, sporting a brave smile.

“Just ask me something humorous, that’s a start.”

“Something humorous,” she murmured thoughtfully. “What if it’s just an innocent question?”

“Sure, that’ll work,” I said, as we arrived at the TSA security station.

“I once asked you if you ever dated a Native American and you sidestepped the answer to that. Well, have you ever?”

“Actually, you asked me if I ever slept with a Native American,” I came back with a wide grin.

“Okay, so I was being a little evasive. Well?”

“No, I never slept with a Native American woman.”

“And you better not think about it,” she chuckled.

Taking her into my embraced, we merged our lips and for a few seconds we were one. It was a kiss so powerful and so passionate I pondered whether or not we would escape it. Not that we wanted to. But in the end, when it was all said and done, we simply released ourselves, our lips still parted slightly.

“I love you Diana,” I declared, holding her by the shoulders.

“And I love you Sheldon,” she said sweetly. “I always will.”

“Well, I have to go before I miss my flight.”

“I guess you ought to, although I don’t want you to,” she quipped.

“Okay, but no tears, all right.”

“No tears,” she said.

“That’s right, my love,” I dropped in.

I watched sadly as she reluctantly turned and began to walk away. Diana was my world. She had become my everything. This endowed and personable woman was the reason behind my happiness and my joy. Suddenly a thought crossed my mind.

“Diana,” I called out to her, after a thought flashed across my mind.

She turned and gazed back at me. Her eyes were moist and slightly reddish.

“What about you? You know the Native American thing we just talked about? Have you ever, you know?”

Smiling, she replied, as she put on her sunglasses. “Now, wouldn’t you like to know.”

At that moment, I broke out laughing. She did too.

“Okay,” I managed to say, still chuckling. “You’re still all right with me.”

“You’re all right with me, too,” she said with a solemn gaze.

Extending my arm, I pointed towards her and blew her a loving kiss her way.

Waving, she smiled, turned and walked away.

After I made it through the security check point with most of my dignity still intact, I made my way towards my departure gate. In a short while, I became lost in my thoughts. The subject was love. You see, to love was to have a sense of humor. Love without humor was nothing more than a failed attempt to latch onto some unlikely and unachievable illusion, an exercise in despair, so to speak. My advice was to seek love but wrap it in humor. Humor, like love, is universal and everlasting. Like the I-95 corridor, one’s journey through life can be long and treacherous and even inauspicious at times, yet it can be just as equally rewarding. As Diana had shown me, while we’re here on earth we oughta make life worth the ride.

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