-:- THE UNIFORM -:-
"Wow, Mr. Monk. Lookin' good!" Natalie Teeger always did go for a man in unifrom. Even if the man in uniform wasn't the buffest, or the highest on the job-ladder, or even a real cop! She still loved a man in uniform. Even if the guy in it was her boss, Mr. Monk.
Monk blushed. He'd never thought he'd hear anyone compliment him. Especially anyone like Natalie. She was a beautiful, vibrant woman who could have any guy she hoped for. But, he had to admit, he did feel pretty good in that uniform. Everything about him made him feel, right. For once, he felt a little free, a little more open with the world.
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"Mr. Monk, have you been working out !?" Ms. Teeger questioned as she poked and prodded her boss' arm.
"Uhm .. no .." Monk responded, at a loss of what else to say. He had not been working out at all, though, if he'd known that's what would have entranced Natalie Teeger's eye, maybe he would have. Maybe he should start ...
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"It's okay Mr. Monk, you've been strong." Natalie tried to comfort him as he kept his head in her lap as they were locked in the vault.
"No I haven't ..." He thought. He felt so weak, so helpless. It was as if he were a step past the regular helplessness he'd felt every day since Trudy left him. Here, now, he wished, he almost wished, he could have been strong. Normally, he didn't care, but for whatever reason ... now ... in his uniform, he wished he could have been the strong one. He wished he could have been strong for Natalie, wished her head was in his lap ... wished the uniform was really his to keep.
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