Hard Dreams
By Drusilla
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The silence of my bedroom was broken by the loud ring of my phone. I rolled over in bed to look at the clock; It was 3:00 A.M.
"Hello"
A voice on the other end. "Is this Victoria Fisher?"
"Yes. Who's this?"
"Doctor Martin, at City General. We have your sister here. It seems she tried to commit suicide. Could you please come to the hospital?"
I hung up the phone, starring at the shadows on the ceiling. Since I was an only child, who the hell was this? I walked to the front desk and asked to see Doctor Martin and my alleged sister.
Doctor Martin was a short round man with glasses. "You say you don't have a sister, Miss Fisher?"
I showed him my badge. "It's detective Fisher and I would like to see my new sister."
I stood next to the bed, staring down at her.
"Her name is Lori Myers, doctor."
I saw my card on the night stand next to the bed. I had arrested her several times for petty crimes in the past. She was part of the foster care system, up until 3 months ago, when she turned 18.
I looked over at Dr. Martin. "So, you want me to arrest her? Attempted suicide is a crime."
"You think that's best? She clearly has a mental health problem. She must have a strong connection with you to lie about being your sister."
I nodded. "I've arrested her before. Last time was a month ago. I gave her my card and told her to call me before she got into trouble again. So much for that idea."
"In her mind, she must have formed some relationship to you. Otherwise, she wouldn't have said she was your sister."
I rolled my eyes. "Are you a shrink too?"
"No, but my brother is."
He put her chart back on the end of the bed. "Anyway, she's heavily sedated right now. It'll be some time before she is awake and able to speak."
The rest of my day was taken up with an armed robbery at the mall. Dr. Martin called late afternoon and said Lori was awake now, and she was out of critical danger. She had asked for me. I went to the hospital after my shift ended.
I stared down at Lori. "So, I'm your sister now? That's the best you could come up with?"
She starred at me. "I can tell you the truth. You'll leave and never come back. I don't want that."
"Trust me. This is too interesting for me to walk away."
She took a drink of water from the cup. "I love you, that's why. I've loved you from the first time you arrested me. Sitting at your desk while you typed out the arrest report. I could only imagine what it would be like to have you hold me and kiss me."
I just starred at her, wondering how could she know ? Sure, I noticed how attractive she was the first time I saw her, but I never did anything to let her believe I had any personal interest in her.
She smiled at me. "You know what I thought when I took that bottle of pills? I thought about you and how I would never see you again."
I was not a woman prone to showing emotion, but I felt my eyes beginning to burn. "Why the hell didn't you call me?"
"Because I didn't want you to laugh at me. I didn't want that to be my last memory of you."
I quickly wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. "You stupid little girl."
She took another drink of water. "I'm sorry, but I feel better now that I told you."
I took her hand. "They're not going to let you out of here unless you have someplace to go. Is there anyplace?"
"No. Just back to the street."
"I'll set it up, so they'll release you to me. You can stay with me until we decide what to do with you."
She raised up in bed. "You'd let me stay with you? I really do love you."
I could see the truth in her eyes. "If you love me. You promise me you won't try to kill yourself again."
She gave me a big grin. "I promise you, Victoria."
I brought Lori home that Wednesday evening. I picked up a rotisserie chicken at the store for our dinner.
I watched her eat as if it were her last meal. "Look. There's nothing going to happen between us. You have the spare bedroom and I have my bedroom. That's how it's gonna to stay."
Lori looked over at me. "I wouldn't do anything you didn't want."
Lori cleaned all the dishes in the kitchen and put them away. She came to the living room where I was watching television. "Wow! Is this a picture of you in the Army?"
"Yes. Afghanistan. That's my closest friend next to me."
"What kind of gun is that?"| M4A1. Underneath is a M203A2 grenade launcher."
Lori held the picture. "She's beautiful. What's her name?"
I took the picture and put it back. "I came back; She didn't. Just leave it at that."
Lori sat down. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad."
I sat down next to her. "I have to go to work tomorrow and you're going to stay here. If you want to pay for your keep. You can clean the place."
Lori was up before me, she made coffee and was frying eggs and bacon on the stove. She poured me coffee and placed it in front of me. "The bacon, eggs and toast will be read is just a minute."
I had always lived alone, so I never had anyone to worry about. Now that Lori was there, it was going to be different.
I told her what to do and say if the phone rang for me. She was not to tell them who she was, especially not my sister. She was to tell them to call the precinct. I told her I work all hours, so I would call her when I was on my home. I was really surprised by how good a cook she was. She found stuff in my freezer I didn't even know I had. She turned everything into a delicious meal.
I had weekends off, unless an emergency came up. The first Saturday, Lori and I went shopping to stock the house up with food. I also took her to the mall and bought her some nice clothes to wear. That evening, after her bath, I fixed her hair and nails. Lori slowly leaned in. "I feel like I should kiss you."
I released her hand. "Well, don't."
Lori pulled back. "I'm sorry. I won't do anything that makes you throw me out."
"I'm not going to throw you out. I don't think I'm ready for someone in my life right now."
Lori turned. "I feel so good when I'm with you. Better than I've ever been."
I gave her a small grin. "That's good, now turn around, so I can brush your hair."
Lori was so beautiful, long, dark black hair and her light blue eyes. It was difficult, because I wanted to kiss her over and over again.
Another week passed, and I was getting use to Lori and her girlish ways. She was wearing me down and I couldn't stop it. We stood side by side at the sink, washing dishes. She suddenly leaned in and gave me a kiss on the lips. "I've wanted to do that for so long. You can slap me if you want."
I didn't slap her, I held her head in my soapy hands and kissed her back with my tongue. I felt her shiver as I did, and she moaned softly. I had no idea that kiss was going to turn her into a sexual animal. She threw her arms around me and kissed me harder than I had ever been kissed.
Lori undone the first button of her blouse. "You can do whatever you like with me, Victoria."
I continued to undress her, admiring her perfect young body. I had never been with a female as young as Lori. It took me back to Anna, my first love and our first time in my bedroom after school.
I don't remember walking with Lori to my bedroom. I remember Lori's talented hands working me into a frenzy and giving me all those glorious orgasms. I had forgotten how wonderful sex could be with a partner. There was a sexy little giggle she made every time she kissed my breasts.
"Victoria. I'm so much in love with you."
I looked up at her. "God, this is so wrong. I could lose my job for being with you."
Lori kissed me again. "I've never been with a woman so powerful as you, Victoria. I'll do anything for you. Anything, to stay with you."
Another week passed, and it was the most glorious week I ever had in my life. Lori and I made love every day and night. Her sex drive was insatiable, but it was also electrifying. Soon she asked me to spank her. When I did, it just made her want me even more. She craved for my attention every day.
I sit with this teenage girl at my desk, while she snaps her chewing gum. "Name."
She replies. "You know who I am."
"Stop being difficult! Name?"
"Lori Myers and I'm Eighteen. Black hair; blue eyes and I'm 5' 5" tall, detective Victoria."
I rolled my eyes at her. "Where do you live?"
"Corner of Baker and Cannon street. Apartment 7. How much time will I get?"
"I don't know. That's up to a Judge."
I waved my hand in the air. "Sargent! She can go down to holding."
END.