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"What did you do, now, Sarah?" Rachael had asked with a laugh. Hours later as she drove home, Rachael wondered if perhaps she should not have been so quick to dismiss her friend's words as nothing more than Sarah overreacting to a minor problem.
"If this is nothing out of the ordinary," Rachael asked herself, "then why am I so worried about it? It doesn't make sense. Sarah is hiding something." Resting her chin against her fist, she looked ahead to the steady traffic that was threatening to make her even more late for her date with her girlfriend, Gale. Unfortunately, this had not been the first time that she had not been on time for one of their dates.
Gale was beginning to become accustomed to it which Rachael couldn't say particularly settled well with her. Why should she be happy that her girlfriend expected her to be late? And yet, this was just a part of her life as a police officer. Things came up. She hoped that Gale would understand. Much to her surprise her girlfriend was doing just that which usually tended to be a problem with her girlfriends.
Battling traffic turned out to be more dangerous than any criminals Rachael had ever faced. She was more than happy, when she finally arrived to the safety of her home. This contentedness grew leaps and bounds as she enjoyed her hot shower.
It was just before 8:00pm, when Rachael jogged lightly down the front steps of her Dallas home, seeing a black convertible parked along the curb. She smiled at the woman, leaning against it with crossed arms.
"Is that what you're wearing?" Gale asked with a smirk. Rachael looked down at her jeans and her white t-shirt. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" she asked. Her smile intensified as she drew closer to her lover. "You like me this way."
The twenty year old Latin woman looked away with both a blush and a smile. "Are you ready?" Laughing under her breath, the police detective could not get over how obvious that subject change had been. Her lover was terrible about avoiding topics concerning emotions, whatever those happened to be, even something as simple as her liking of Rachael's clothes.
"Wanna take my truck?" Rachael pointed over her shoulder to the black Ram in the drive. Gale arched her eyebrow as she looked over to the menacing 4X4. As a petite woman, a truck, especially a large truck with a roll bar, lights package and its— she winced— lift kit, was just too much for her. "Sure, lover. I've been practicing my pole-vault," she joked.
It wasn't a big surprise to her that Gale wouldn't jump at the chance to take her truck. Rachael knew that they would take her girlfriend's car which suited her just fine because Gale always let her drive the Corvette. When she was tossed the keys to the 1967 black convertible, she did not suppress her smile. She darted a kiss to her lover's cheek before eagerly pushing her out of the way so that she could move into the driver's side. Her eyes followed the young woman walking around to the passenger side.