Bosco woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee and eggs cooking. He stretched and made his way out to the kitchen. "Morning all…" He mumbled and sat down in the chair.
"Hey babe." Amy smiled as she bent down and kissed Maurice. "How are you, this beautiful morning?" He winked at her.
Charlie came running into the kitchen, "Uncle Bosco!"
He jumped into Bosco's arms, "Hey squirt, did ya sleep good?" he nodded as he stuffed his mouth full of food.
"Hey, Emily, are you gonna take a shower before we take you two home?"
"Of course, my hair is so gross, I can't be seen outside like this!"
"Well, uh, of course, like I can't be seen uh my god, like this outside. EWW!" Bosco rolled his eyes, "Jeez, Em, you look fine."
"Oh can it, Boz." Amy said as she sat down, "It matters what a girl looks like, if anybody should know that, you should. You're the one that's seen more action that a public toilet seat." Bosco stopped putting food in his mouth and just stared at her.
"What did you just say?" Amy's face went white.
"I'm sorry." She barely whispered. "I didn't mean it that way."
"Emily, Charlie, We need some bread, you think you two could run down to the store on the corner?"
Emily grabbed Charlie, "Get your shoes on, Charlie. We'll be back in awhile." She said as she grabbed the money from Bosco's hand and ushered Charlie out the door.
Bosco set his fork down, "What was that supposed to mean? Me of all people should know?" He leaned back further into his chair, waiting for an answer.
"Boz, you know that's not what I meant. It just came out wrong. Come on baby."
"No," He snapped, "You come on. That comment was bull shit."
He stood up and put his plate on the countertop near the sink. Amy walked up to him and put her hand on his arm, "Maurice, please, I didn't mean it that way. I'm sorry."
"I'm not sure what's up with us lately, more you than me, one minute we're having the greatest time and the next minute you and me are fighting! Whatever your problem is you need to fix it! NOW! I'm getting sick and tired of this bullshit. I'm holding out so you're comfortable and happy! But did it ever fucking occur to you that I have needs to? Huh, has it! Because this 'I'm a virgin I'm holding out' shit is bullshit!"
She snapped her hand back from Bosco's arm. "Excuse me? What does that have to do with anything? I thought you were cool with me. I thought that you were cool with the fact, that I'm not completely ready." She whispered as she slowly backed away from him. Amy turned away from Bosco and walked away from him, making her way down the hall to their room.
She went into the closet and pulled out her suitcases. Amy pulled out her clothes and shoved them into the suitcases, but left out the spring dress that Bosco had bought her. She threw off her pajamas and pulled on her bra, panties, and her new outfit. She slipped on her black high heels, run the brush through her hair and threw it onto the bed, her hanging loose around her shoulders.
Amy walked out of the room, turning around to take one last glance, then lifted up her head and walked through the hall. "Bye." She took the keys that Bosco had given her and chucked them at him, "I won't need those anymore."
She pulled open the door and slammed it in Bosco's face. He stood in shock as he watched her go. He ran after her, throwing open the door, running down the stairs, "Well Fuck you too! I can find someone else who'll give me a piece of ass!" As the words rolled across his tongue he stopped dead in his tracks, "No! Wait, Amy, I didn't mean that, wait, please can we talk!" He yelled at her as she walked away.
Tears streamed down her face as Amy walked away from Maurice Boscorelli, "Jesus, where am I supposed to go?" She walked down to the coffee shop that her and Bosco always went to, and sat down to sort out her options. After she had bought her latte, she sat down and began to think. Well, let's see. I have no family, no family that cares anyway, or who won't lay a hand on me. Bosco took me in, because I didn't have anywhere else to go. But that one night that I had met Maurice at work I had met a couple of fellow cops, and one firefighter, named Jimmy Doherty. Maybe I should look him up. She got up and made her way to the counter, "Excuse me? Do you have a phone book that I could borrow for a minute?" She smiled at the young man.
"Ya, sure." He reached down under the counter and pulled out a huge book. She went back to her seat and flipped through the book until she found Jimmy's name, number, and address.
Amy paid the cabbie and hopped out of the car and onto the sidewalk. She stood before an averaged sized house smashed in between two other buildings. "Thank God for cabbies." She said to herself. "I never would have found this by myself."
She stood outside the door, hand raised, then she lowered it, "What the hell am I doing? I can't just knock on his door. We don't even know one another. I can find somewhere else, she turned around and smack into someone.
"Dammit, watch where your going..." She stopped and looked up into the eyes of Jimmy Doherty. "Oh, hi."
"You're Bosco's girl aren't you?" He asked as he stared at her suspiciously, wondering what she was doing standing in front of his house.
She nodded at him, "Ya, well kinda. It's complicated. Are you doing anything right now?" He shook his head no. "Would you mind going out for breakfast?"
"Sure, how come you're not with Boscorelli?"
"Let me explain." Jimmy and Amy walked down the street to a pancake place near Jimmy's house.
"Bosco said that? Ya, well, I guess I can see him sayin' something like that. Boscorelli can definitely be an asshole. So you walked out?"
"Ya, I packed a bag," She motioned towards the suitcase next to her in the booth, "I just walked out, because I couldn't believe he said that." She blushed, "Look, I can't believe that I'm telling you that I'm 23 and still a virgin, Jesus, but look thanks for listening, but I'll let you get to work."
"Hey, wait a second. Do you have a place to stay?" He set down his fork and pushed his plate to the side.
"No, but I'll just put myself up in a hotel until I can find a job, save some money and buy a ticket home." If you even call that a home. She grabbed her purse and threw it on her shoulder and shuddered at the thought of going home.
Jimmy noticed her shiver, "Well, you'll never save money that way, why don't you stay at my place for awhile, think things through to see if you really wanna give up and go home, maybe you'll realize that you like it here." He looked her straight in the eye.
"I couldn't impose like that. I just needed someone to talk to, thank you so much, Jimmy."
"Listen, I have a spare bedroom, it's decorated for a little kid, but I don't have Joey, my son, this week, because his mom, my ex, took Joey to the shore this week, so you can stay there for now. Please, I insist that you do, because I know what it's like to be left out in the cold, and if you want me to, I can talk to Bosco and tell him how stupid he is."
"No, no, that's quite alright, but I would love to stay at your place, hotels around here are expensive! When I first got here, I stayed in a shitty hotel and it was still like 800 bucks for a week. I would really appreciate it if I could stay with you, until I find a job, I'll clean and cook and everything, I'll do my share! Thank you so much!" She got up and went around the booth and gave him a huge hug, "Thank you!"
"Here, I'll let you in, and then I gotta head to work. Come on." He got out of the booth and took her suitcase.
Jimmy hopped out of the taxi cab and walked into the firehouse.
Jimmy's shift ended uneventfully, just a car fire caused by a couple of stupid teenagers. Jimmy walked out of the firehouse and waited for D.K. who was going to give him a ride home. As he waited, he looked across the street, and there stood Amy, next to a Jeep.
"Jiimy! Hey, Jimmy!" She walked across the street, "Hey! Look what I rented!" She stopped short of him, "You wanna drive?"
"What the hell...? Why'd you rent this clunky thing?"
She glared at him, "I love jeeps. My daddy had one when I was little." Her eyes softened and glazed over, "Can we go home? I made some cookies today. I hope you like them." Amy handed him the keys as he opened the driver's side.
As she walked to her side of the Jeep, she saw Bosco walking out of the precinct doors. He stopped when he saw her, then he glanced around and realized that she was with Jimmy. "Have you thought of talkin' to him, making him understand whatever it is that you feel that you can't tell him? Maybe you need to be completely honest, look, I'm definitely not the one to be givin' advice. I lied to my wife and slept with her sister. I've done some really stupid stuff, but maybe if you told him, maybe you two could work things out, trust me it's worth the effort."
She just stared out the window as it rolled down into the door. "Let's just go."
"Alright." Jimmy pulled out of the parking space and went back to his place.
Amy and Jimmy stayed up and watched t.v. for awhile, then he went to bed, and Amy turned off the television and looked out the sliding glass door that lead to the terrace. She looked out at the city and couldn't take it anymore, she grabbed her car keys, slipped on her slippers, and grabbed the robe that went with her pajamas. She grabbed a slip of paper and a pen, and left a not for Jimmy. She locked the door with the key that Jimmy had given her. She looked around outside before she went to her Jeep, looking for unusual looking people, just like Maurice had showed her.
When she saw nothing out of the ordinary, she sprinted for her Jeep, unlocking the driver's side door, and slipped inside and automatically locked the door. She brought the Jeep to life and sped off towards Bosco's apartment.
After she got there Amy lost her nerve, but said the hell with it, jumped out of her Jeep, and opened the door that went into the lobby in Bosco's apartment building. She looked around, then went up the two flights of stairs that led to his apartment. Before she had time to think her hand went up and knocked. She glanced at her watch seeing it was 12:30 in the morning. He's probably sleeping after that long day at work.
Amy started to turn around, but stopped when she heard the door unlock and Bosco sleepily look through the crack. "Amy?"
"Ya, it's me. Do you think I could come in?" She whispered, silently regretting she ever came, because she didn't want to fight with him.
"Ya," he unhooked the chain lock, "What are you doing out so late anyway? And you're alone? Jesus."
He still cares. Oh, thank God.
He went to the fridge and pulled out a beer, then went to the couch, and plopped himself down. She took off her slippers and shyly made her way to him, then she saw him pat the couch for her to sit down. "Make yourself comfortable. You're not a stranger."
She smiled softly and sat down on the couch, drawing her feet up underneath her, sitting cross-legged. "Bos...Maurice..." She looked at him. "Will you at least look at me? I really need to talk to you. What I said before, I didn't mean, Boz. I love you, baby, and I know that you've been with women before, and that's fine, and I totally understand."
Amy stopped and put her hand on his face, and turned him towards her, "I love you. And what you did in the past is in the past. Just don't ever tell me about them. I really don't care to know, but baby I love you, and I really didn't realize that it was that rough for you. Remember, I'm not too experienced and I really don't know what's going on..." She paused and breathed in deeply. "Do you think that you could forgive me? I'll try harder." She stopped and paused for a long moment, "But I have something to tell you, something that I've never told anyone before." She moved a little closer to him. "Oh boy, this is harder than what I thought it was going to be."
He looked at her questioningly. "What is it?" He swallowed, staring at her intently as he waited for her to speak. Before she started, Bosco took her hand. "Tell me."
She looked at him, "Ok, well, my dad died when I was 8. That was the hardest thing that I have ever had to go through, or will ever have to go through. My mom never really was there for me, she sorta had a drug problem. Well, after my dad died, my mom had an assortment of boyfriends. There was this one, or two I should say, after different times. The first one, well he started doing things..."
Amy paused, and looked out the window as Bosco growled, "What kind of things? Come on, Amy, you gotta tell me."
She nodded, and continued, "Well, the first time, I'll never forget, I was five minutes late coming home from school, because I had to talk to my math teacher about a question I had. My mom worked til 10, so it was just me and her boyfriend when I came home from school, and when I got up in the morning to go to school, my mom was still sleeping, so again it was just me and him. The only time that I really got to see my mom was on weekends, and they usually went out to the bar or something. Well, this one day when I was a few minutes late, I walked in the door, set my bag down on the kitchen table, and went to the fridge to get something to make for supper, because I had to make supper for me and this guy.
"I made him supper and everything, and when I was almost done with dishes, Chuck came up behind me, grabbed my hair and slapped me hard against my face. When I fell to the floor, the dish came with and broke into little pieces. He beat me for being late, and he beat me for breaking my mom's dishes." She looked and Maurice, with tears in her eyes. "He beat me everyday after that for little things, like having paper on the floor when I was doing a project for school. After awhile my mom and him broke it off, and then there was a different guy who made me watch when he had sex with other girls."
"Oh my God. Why didn't you ever tell me?" Bosco just stared at her.
"I've never told anyone, ever, because I was so ashamed. Guys that I've dated before have always let it go, they'd break up with me or go behind my back and have sex with other girls, but Maurice, you're so special and I thought you deserved to know, and maybe, just maybe, you can understand why I haven't been able to do it with you, and why I'm still a virgin." Maurice just pulled her into his arms and they cried while he held her tight.
"I'm so sorry. You should have told me sooner. I would totally understand, and those fuckers, I want to kill them. Have you talked to someone, maybe there's something you can do to get over this."
Amy smiled a little, "Boz. I found what I needed when I left that house and came here. My mom wouldn't believe me, and there were just too many awful memories there. Then I met you. You make me so happy, and you made me realize that there are some good guys out there. I love you, Maurice, and I hope you don't think that I'm damaged goods."
"Damaged goods? How can you even think that. I'm just glad you came back, I've been so lonesome. Today was the worst day that I've ever had at work, and therewasn't any bad calls. I'm always here for you. I love you too." He leaned in and gently kissed her lips, and held her tight.
After a few minutes, Amy pulled away from Bosco, "Now listen, Bosco I got over this a long time ago, and I realized that I can move on from this. Bos, I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you before this, it's just that I've never told anyone this before, and it's just really difficult. And I know that I don't need counseling or anything, I'm ok, it's just hard to tell someone you love about your past."
Bosco looked at her, "God, you're so beautiful. I love you so much!" She smiled at him, leaned in and kissed him hard on the mouth.
They kept kissing, and before they knew what was happening, both Bosco and Amy had their shirts off and he was pulling at her bra. As it snapped free, he slid it over and off her arms. He gently cupped her breasts, running his fingers over taut nipple. "Mmmm, Boz."
"Here, wait a sec." He grumbled, but stopped. "My pants gotta go." She reached between them and unsnapped her button and slid down her pants off. "Take 'em pretty boy." She unsnapped his too and he stood up and pulled them off.
"What do you think, Officer Boscorelli, do you think my panties should go to?" He grinned at her, "Yes, ma'am." Maurice reached out and pulled down her panties.
Over the next 4 hours, Bosco and Amy made love 4 times…
Amy rolled over and slowly opened her eyes, then glanced over at the empty bed beside her. "Maurice?" She slowly rolled out of bed, wrapping her body in the sheet. She walked down the hall towards the kitchen, then she heard the shower turn on in the master bathroom. "Well, dammit, I wish he'd make up his mind where he is."
Gently opening the door, she heard Bosco singing one of his hard rock songs, then she dropped the sheet, and gently slid back the shower curtain. When Bosco looked her way, she just climbed in.
After they showered and dressed and had eating breakfast, they lay together on the couch talking. Bosco lay in blue jeans and a black t-shirt. Amy lay in black jogging pants, and a red tank top, her hair pulled into a ponytail. "I wish you didn't have to go to work today, I'd really like to spend some quality time together, maybe go to the beach. Shit that's right, I don't have one." She winked at him.
"Was that a hint?" He tilted his head and looked down at her beautiful face.
She giggled, "No, that's not a hint, I actually have some money saved up, but I thought that you could buy them outfits, since you'd be the one looking at them. Before I left home, I saved every little penny that I could, I worked my butt off, babysitting when I was younger, then I got a waitressing job, but they fired me when I came to work one too many times looking like someone had used a meat clever on me.
I collected cans, then the night that I packed up and left, I didn't have a car, and I knew that people would be searching the bus stations and everything. So I hitchhiked here, taking odd jobs along the way, then I stayed at a couple's home for a few weeks, I took care of their children while they were out at night, and I did little things. They were so awesome, because I still stay in touch with them, send them cards and everything."
Bosco angrily looked at her, "You hitchhiked? And how much money did you make on your little adventure, if I may ask?"
" 2500 bucks. I think I saved for like almost 2 years, though. But I think that I deserve some pampering, I'm going to go on a little shopping spree today if you don't mind. I rented the Jeep for the week, and I gotta go by Jimmy and explain what happened. He's prolly worried."
"Let me take you to work, then I'm going to run over to the fire house and talk to Jimmy. Come on Bos. You're gonna be late, again." She grabbed Maurice's jacket, handed it too him, then grabbed her Old Navy sweatshirt, pulling it over her head. Amy tossed the keys to Bosco and walked out the door with her purse.
They pulled up to the precinct and Bosco found a parking spot. "Why don't you come up and see Faith and the other guys? Then you can go by Jimmy?"
Amy sighed and slipped out of the Jeep, "Oh, I suppose so, but if I miss him you're gonna be in trouble."
She stood outside the precinct door and watched as Maurice and Faith got into their RMP, Bosco of course driving, "Good luck Faith! We both know how Bosco drives!" Faith laughed as Bosco stuck his tongue out.
Amy walked across the street and through the doors of the fire house. Behind her, she heard her name being called, she turned around and saw Bobby standing beside the ambulance, arms full of supplies. "Bobby!"
She squealed and walked over to him, "How are you!"
He laughed at her happy manner, "I'm great, happy it's Friday. You doing anything tonight?"
Amy thought a minute, "Umm…you know I'm not sure, me and Bos didn't really talk about it , why you got something in mind?"
"Well, it just so happens that I rented a condo in Florida this weekend, me and some friends were going to go, but they all had to back out after I had everything reserved, so I was thinking, how about you, Bosco, me, and my girl go to Florida this weekend and just relax? We'll be back by 9:00 Sunday night."
Her jaw fell open, "Florida? The weekend? Bobby, that's the best thing I've heard in awhile. But I can't ask Boz, he already left. When does the flight leave?" She frowned knowing that their chance of going was slim to none.
"It leaves at 12:15…we could leave right from here. And about him, I can get him on the radio and have him call me from his cell, unless you have his work number?"
She rolled her eyes at him, "Nope, he never gave it to me, he figures we'll be talking all the time, that would be great though, because then I'd have time to run home and get our luggage. Bobby that was really sweet to ask me!" She bent over and gave him a huge hug. "Ok. Come inside the cab and I'll get ahold of them."
"I gotta go talk to Jimmy. I'll be back in a little bit k?" Bobby nodded and Amy made her way to the fire house stairs. She slowly climbed to the top and was greeted by all the guys. "Hey! How's everyone doing?"
She heard variations of 'good', 'great', and 'damn, you look good.' She smiled and thanked DK when he handed her a bottle of water. "Thanks. Where's Jimmy?"
"Weight room, where else?" He smiled and walked with her over to the room.
"Jimmy." she leaned against the door frame. He turned and looked at her, "Hey, I'm sorry that I didn't say good bye last night, but I really needed to talk to Maurice. And I really wanna thank you for everything, and anytime that you want chocolate chip cookies, you just let me know, k?"
He set down his weights and she walked over to him and gave him a huge hug. "Thank you so much, and if you ever need anything, just let me know."
"I will, and promise me that you'll come back and see me once in awhile, I really like talking with you. You're real sweet lady. Good luck with Bosco."
"Thanks. It's hard with him sometimes, because with work and all his moods very so much. How do you deal with it?" She looked into his eyes.
"Sometimes, after a hard night the guys all go out for a drink, or something like that, otherwise, we go home to our ladies and spend the night having them erase the pain or the images that are in our mind. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't." Amy blushed.
"Thanks. Umm, I'll keep that in mind."