Di Mariano Grossi©
The woman who thinks, mixed media on canvas by Mary Blindflowers©
After three years of sexual intercourse with Samantha, James and his bed fellow spent a beautiful sex afternoon in a room of a B&B at Fenham. As usual she left the chamber before him and he took a shower just to live the place not simultaneously: they never walked together since they both were married.
That afternoon James left the room and noticed Samantha at the reception with two long-haired guys. One of them approached him and said to him: “Good afternoon, Sergeant! Would you mind showing me your ID card?” “Why do you ask me it? I gave it to the reception before using the room! It is there!”
The guy started telling him they were performing a check about the B&B just to detect illegal brothels in the town therefore he asked James to be sincere in the case he had paid that woman. James, very upset, worded the man: “Can I know whom I am speaking with? Who are you?”
“Sure, Sergeant! Mike Parcel, I am a judicial police agent!” without showing any ID paper.
“Officer, I do not have to waste my time, since I must come back home: I have a three year relationship with that lady! Perform your investigation as you need and leave our families in peace! You have your deontological duties even though you do not wear my same uniform! Write my personal telephone number, the one of my barracks is easy to find for you: I must go home now!”
Next afternoon Mike rang at James’ asking him to reach him to the local Police District; it was easy to pretend an emergency at the Unit where he was stationed, since his wife was used at seeing him fly for duty, anyway when he reached the officer he did not refrain from arguing with him: “You had all the time to ring me while being at work at my barracks! Why do you aim at spoiling my family’s privacy?”
Mike Parcel replied him very calm: “I had to collect more than a piece of news about that woman, Sergeant! It is better you avoid to go on in your relationship with her, otherwise I must inform your chain of command! She is involved in previous sexual intercourses with one of the worst drug smugglers in Fenham. You realize it could be very unpleasant for your career!”
James looked astonished at these news and immediately nodded to the man: “Ok! It means I have to seek another lover, since I can do without infringing! I stop frequenting that woman and you quit nagging my family! All right? Stop buzzing at home! It will be easy to you checking whether I follow your warning or not!”
They shook their hands and greeted themselves.
After a few days Samantha, James’ kept woman, rang and told him Mike Parcel had reached her by phone and arranged a date where he had asked her lots of intimate things useful, according to him, for his inquiry aiming at verifying the real meaning of their presence in the B&B that afternoon. “Pander to him, Samy! I would like to understand what he is aiming at! I cannot realize how useful a sequence of intimate questions can be for an inquiry about that B&B’s guests”
Not later than a fortnight Mike Parcel dialled in the morning while James was on duty at barracks’ entrance and reassured him: “Sergeant, all right! I have checked that woman’s situation about the subject we spoke. It was a false alarm! She is OK! And she is a really gorgeous woman! If you have decided to quit her, I confess you I would like to try her!”
James smelt a rat and answered him: “Green light, officer! Hardly do I change my decisions!”
In the guard-room a soldier’s radio-set was broadcasting Eurhithmics’ song: “… Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you…”
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