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From
"Cece's Pacer"
by
Emily Olson
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Lemme tell you
about the cops, too. They never kicked us out during
park hours,
just kept us tense and on our toes all the time so we
wouldn’t do anything stupid.
Sometimes we were just so bored, we’d wave at the cops
when they passed,
knowing they’d probably pull over and check us out.
Sometimes, if the cop
was a hottie, we’d have a little fun with him and try
to get him to come back after
he quit his shift. One time this cop, his name was Mark
or Marty or something,
he came back after work and partied with us, me and Sue
and the other
girls, and a couple of guys. It was fun for a while,
watching this cop in his regular
clothes trying to be cool. He had a big white ring on
the skin of his ring finger,
where he had pulled his wedding band off before he
showed up. He smoked
some hash with us, but only after we made him promise
not to tell, not to throw
it in our faces the next time we saw him in uniform. He
promised and then we
got him really, really stoned.
After a while, he started to get weird. He tried to
kiss Sue a couple of times and
she pushed him away laughing, and then he got mad and
told us we were teasers,
nothing but little sluts and he could arrest us any time
he wanted to. When
he started talking like that, I grabbed him right by the
balls and reminded him
that I knew his wife (even though I didn’t, but I
could have found out easily enough
who she was), and wouldn’t she just love to hear about
him hanging out with
a bunch of girls on the night he was supposed to be
bowling with the guys? Marty,
or Mark, or whatever his name was, shut up after that.
And pretty soon, I had
him in the Pacer. We made out for a while and then he
gave me a big hickey, and
then he started crying and saying there was something
weird in the pot and that’s
why he was with me, that he loved his wife and on and
on. I told him to go home,
and he did.
That hickey lasted for a week, and every time I saw
him in his cruiser, I just screamed
and laughed my ass off. He couldn’t drive away fast
enough.
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