When they answered I told them my husband just hit me. They asked if I was safe. I said yes, there were some friends here restraining him.
Our town is not crime ridden. Two police cars were at my door in about three minutes. The cops took Jim outside and asked what was going on. The door was open. I could see him on the lawn, I told them we were having fun, I was picking on Jim a bit and He lost his temper and hit me.
I could hear Jim telling the cops the whole story. I couldn’t hear most of it, but when he said things like ‘being a slut’ or ‘the little whore’ he turned his head and raised his voice so I could hear him.
After hearing Jim’s story the cops came back they asked me about it. I confirmed it was true. However everyone, including Jim, agreed that he hit me.
In our state we have mandatory arrest with domestic abuse cases. Jim was put in handcuffs and walked to a car.
“You fucking slut,” he yelled. “We’re through. I don’t ever want to see you again.”
I stood at the door. I watched him. He gave me a last look as he got in the car. I don’t know why. I brought up my hand and in the way little kids wave, I waved and said, “bye bye.”
I watched the car drive away. I was all wound up. I was mad, I was anxious, scared, and a little elated.
The guys all made ready to leave.
“You guys don’t have to leave,” I said.
I’m not sure how they took that. I said it because I didn’t want to be alone, but given what was going on before all this, they may have taken it differently.
Frank cleaned up the broken vase. Enrique stood up and came up behind me. He put his arms around my waist. “We’ll stay as long as you want,” he said.
His arms felt good wrapped around me. I sighed and leaned my head against his chest. It felt good. I hadn’t been in another man’s arms for 23 years. I just stayed there rocking for a minute or two, then looking at the other two guys I said, “Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it,” said Frank. “It was our pleasure.” Then he added, “Besides, we were having a great time till then.”
I smiled, “Yeah we were, weren’t we,” I said using a pouty ‘Why did he spoil it’ tone of voice.
The guys laughed.
The tension over the incident started to dissipate. I offered to get everyone a drink.
As I brought the drinks over Enrique raised his glass and said, “Cheers to our sexy bartender.”
“Ooo, sexy, I like that,” I replied. I did like it. After that crap with Jim it was nice to hear something nice about me. I tried to remember the last time Jim actually complimented me. He was polite enough, and nice enough, but he never really complimented me.
Frank said. “We like that you’re sexy too.”
I kissed him on the cheek. “I’m glad you think so,”
“Hey,” said Enrique. “I think you’re sexy too. Do I get a kiss?”
“Of course,” I said and gave him a kiss on the cheek as well.
“Hmmmph,” he grumped. “The last one was better.”
I laughed. “Ok, let’s see what I can do,” I leaned back in to kiss him on the lips.
I wasn’t going for a big make out. I honestly just thought a kiss on the lips. As the kiss started I felt his hand come to the back of my head. His fingers spread through my hair. I let out a small, “Mmmm.” My lips parted as I kissed him. I admit. It felt good. I forgot how much I liked kissing.