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Maybe	By : ihatethesnow Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 2874 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rick Grimes just got home after a horrible shift. What was to be an 8 hour shift turned into 12 hours, then 24 hours.
He saw pure hell, and days like this makes him hate his job. Text messages to his wife, Lori, went back and forth.
"Another emergency. Gonna be late. Bad day. I love you."
"Okay."
"Full moon tonight…lots of shit going down. Another emergency. Shit day. I love you."
"Fine."
"Think of the overtime…it will help with the bills."
No response.
During the shift from hell, he called her cell a few times, and got no answer. He tried the home phone, no answer.
It was 8pm, the first time he was in his driveway in twenty four hours. He was dying to eat a home cooked dinner, take a shower, spend time with his family, and go to bed. He opened the door, and the house was quiet. No scent of a home cooked dinner. No Carl. Lori was sitting on the sofa, flipping through the tv channels. He walked over to her, bent down and wanted to give her a kiss on the mouth, only to have her turn her head. His lips handed on her ear.
"Good to be home….where's Carl?"
"At Dwayne's. He's having a sleepover.
"How've you been?"
"Fine."
…..silence…..
"Well, work was busy. Good to be home."
"Yep."
"Any dinner ready?"
"No."
"You okay?"
"No."
"What's wrong?"
"Sit down, Rick. We need to talk."
"Lori…what's wrong. Are you okay?"
"Fine. Just sick of all this."
"All this what?"
"I haven't seen you in a day."
"Yea…I've been working."
"Not just that…the other day. The other morning. I was telling you the other day that WE need to spend more time together, and I'm having problems with your job."
"Well, I'm here now." He offered up a smile.
"And you just nod your head, keeping it all in."
"Keeping what all in?"
"This is what I'm talking about!" She got up and threw the remote control across the room.
"Lori, what's going on?"
"NOTHING! You never talk to me! You never talk about your day! You never tell me how you feel about yourself or what you're feeling!"
"Lori, please, please not this again."
"Yes, this again. I feel like I'm married to a statue. You NEVER talk to me!"
"We talk…..what do you want me to say?"
"I want you to show me passion. Emotions. Anything. But you're so God damn reasonable and always think things through. It'd be nice to see something different. TALK TO ME!"
After years of this, Rick snapped.
"Okay. You want me to talk, I'll talk. It was a slow shift for the first seven hours. I thought I could get out early and surprise you. Then we got a domestic violence call. It turned out to be a triple murder suicide. Do you want me to talk about the woman who was stabbed twenty times in the back while she was trying to shield and protect her kids from her drunk husband? What about the kids? The three year old who was stabbed ten times in the chest or the four month old who was gutted? Then the man slit his own throat. Do you want to talk about all the blood? And after that Shane and I responded to a major car accident. Three cars, all on fire. It started with a teenager who was texting and driving. Ten people dead. Shane and I tried to use the fire extinguishers and help, and I opened the door to try to get one of the drivers out. I was pulled back by the fire department. One of the vehicles was a minivan and T-boned. There was a baby in a car seat, which was ejected from the van. It landed thirty feet away. The baby landed head first. Do you want to talk about the infant's brain matter all over the road? How about the smell of burning bodies"
Lori tried to stop him. "Rick…."
"Shut the fuck up. After those two back to back ordeals I get a call for a shooting at a shopping mall. Did you see that on the news?"
She just nodded her head, unable to speak.
"When I heard that call I WANTED to go there, because I know you always like to shop there. I was in a panic thinking YOU would be one of the thirty people who were shot. Twenty people dead. Including seven children under five. I went by myself, to clear the other stores, yelling YOUR name. Because I love you and didn't want to see you dead. I was praying you were safe. I called your cell phone, then home. No answer. Do you have any idea what was going through my mind? I thought I'd see my wife dead, and that scared the shit out of me. And you talk about my JOB? My JOB is what keeps a roof over our head. My JOB keeps food in the house. My JOB lets you stay home so you don't have to work. And as a cop I'm always one of the first responders when someone gets murdered, raped, shot, a car accident, a burning house, or kidnapped. And for all that I get shit for pay, get called a "pig" and have to watch my back so I don't get shot by some psycho who thinks that because I'm white and I'm a cop I'll shoot the first black kid I see. And I do it so I can come home to my loving family, hopefully get a kiss when I was through the door, and a 'how was your day.' And maybe, just maybe, I'll get a home cooked dinner and be able to relax with my wife and son. Leon Bassett. After his shift went to a bar to get drunk. Shane went to a known prostitute because he needed to get laid and maybe some emotional support. Obviously more emotional support I'm getting here. I don't turn to booze, I don't turn to another woman…never have. I wanted to come home to my family. And I come home to a wife who wants to talk about some Dr. Phil bullshit about talking about my feelings. You want me to talk about my feelings? Today was shit. Pure shit. I started my say with you saying that you think I don't care about you or Carl anymore. Then it was easy for a while, and I was thinking about planning a trip. Just you and me. Maybe Myrtle Beach. For a few days until we get back to the way we used to be. Happy. Then the day turned to shit, you barely responded to my texts and didn't answer the phone when I called. I had a shit day. One of the worst days I've had on the job. There you go. Those are my feelings. Loud and clear." He had tears running down his face. So did she.
He headed towards the door, and Lori ran over to stop him.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to find a place to eat dinner. Maybe some friendly conversation. I've been on my fucking feet for twenty four fucking hours. I wanted to come home, eat dinner, take a hot shower, and spend time with you and Carl. That's not gonna happen tonight. I'll be back whenever."
He walked out of the door and slammed it behind him.
She opened it and yelled "Rick, please stay."
He ignored her and got back into his cruiser. He went to an all-night diner in another county. He was welcomed by a very friendly and pretty waitress, who led him to his table.
"Long day, officer?"
"You wouldn't believe it."
"What can I get you to eat?"
"I'm starving. What's your favorite?"
"The burger and fries is always good."
"Sounds good to me."
"Anything to drink?"
"Just water please."
He got a text message from Lori, "I'm sorry. Please come home." He hit the ignore button.
She was nice, and cute. He watched her walk away. The diner was almost empty, so he offered her to sit with him while he ate. She did so, and he talked about his day, his job, and eventually his home life.
"Oh, I knew it. It was too good to be true. You're married, aren't you?"
He sighed. "Yep."
"Happily?"
"Not tonight."
"Sorry."
"Thanks. What about you?"
"Nope. I served my time. Got a baby girl out of it, but very happily divorced."
Another text from Lori "Baby, please. Please come home. I'm sorry. Let's work on us."
They talked for about two hours, until the manager came over and told reminded her that shift was over. The manager smiled at Rick, who was still in uniform, and said that cops' don't pay here. The meal is on the house. He thanked her, and slipped the waitress a twenty.
"Whoa…..thanks."
"Thanks for your time. Take care of that baby girl of yours."
She stood up, and he offered to walk her to her car.
They stood by her car, talking. Rick felt a spark, but knew he didn't want to mess up his marriage.
"I…uh….I should go. My wife and I had a big fight and I left, but I should get back. My son…"
"I understand. I should get going too."
The sexual tension was so thick. Rick used his hat to cover his erection.
He opened the driver's door for her, and she slipped in.
"I'll see you again?"
He thought about Lori and Carl. "Maybe."
"Would I get arrested if I ask for a kiss?"
Rick smiled, and bent down. He gently brushed her lips with his, and then she grabbed him and kissed him harder. Their tongues danced as they kissed. He kept his hands on the door and roof of the car as she unzipped his fly, fished his dick out of his boxers, and took him in her mouth. She slowly licked him up and down his shaft, and sucked on his tip. He was so close. He thought of his family, and backed away.
"My apartment is two miles away."
Another text from his wife; "Rick, please. I love you. Please come home."
He thought about it…..they didn't even know each other's names, and he was very tempted. One night of nameless sex. He looked at her body and wanted to eat her pussy. He wanted to feel her mouth around his cock again. He wanted to fuck her. Again and again.
He took a deep breath, and said….."I….I can't. My son."
She agreed.
"I understand."
"I'm Rick."
"Amber."
"Very nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too. Maybe next time you can come to my apartment."
"Maybe."
He bent down to give her another kiss, and she shoved her tongue in his mouth.
He smiled and shut the door. He got back to his own car, and drove away.
He drove home in silence, thinking about Amber. Thinking about how nice she was, how young, how pretty. When he got home it was close to one in the morning. He walked into the house, and saw the tv was still on. Lori fell asleep watching tv, and he could tell she had been crying. She had over a dozen uses tissues near her, and her face was streaked with tears. He covered her with a blanket, turned off the tv, and went upstairs to take a hot shower. He thought about Amber, her lips, her hand and mouth on his dick. He jerked himself off, saying a small "ah…fuck" when he came. When he got into the bed he shares with Lori he thought about his 24 hour day, their fight, and Amber. Amber's ass, what it would be like to see her naked. What their sex would be like. He thought of fucking her from behind, and trying every position he never tried with Lori. Lori, his wife. He shouldn't be thinking like this. He was lying in the bed he shares with his wife. He never cheated on Lori. Two kisses and half a blowjob isn't cheating, right?
He knew where she worked.
Maybe.
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