The Lure Of The Law

There was a vacation spot only a few miles from the southern border of France that Hal and Dale enjoyed going to when dealing with retirement issues. And during the feast of Bacchanalia the eternal love birds decided to see if wine was headlining the menu with fertility by using the agriculture theory to make sure all seeds were in the right place.

“Cap de Creus and its natural park is such a nice way to celebrate the Feast of Baccanalia,” Dale had her gift shop bought sunglasses propped on her nose to protect the eyes.

Hal heard the comment but kept his attention focused on what he was watching in the binoculars, “what are you looking at?” Dale continued the comment with a question about his beach activity.

“Remember that whispering beauty that was sitting by the fire dressed in that business suit you really liked?”

“Yeah,” she responded “when I told her about how I liked the outfit she was very honest telling me she was out of the money.”

“Well, now the Montana man,”

“Carl,” Dale clarified, “I talked to him last night while he was on his grass and defended its turf by showing me all the divots that happen during one walk to the beach, what is that cute maiden claiming?”

‘Being forty eight straight and out of the money,” Hal was reading her lips.

“Carl said he was rodeo red which translates to bucking the buck.”

“It seems like he has a mature allowance,” Hal reported taking a bite out of the peanut butter sandwich, “a fifty just came out of the wallet.”

After the sun went down the sitting around talking went from the ocean view to the five course pre-paid dinner. When Hal and Dale entered into the hotel’s restaurant they saw the young lady having a glass of wine by herself.

Hal went over to be a gentleman, “what happened to Carl?” He asked.

“I escaped just in the nick of time,” she put the glass down; “he thought I was this maverick kitten on a prowl.”

Taking a few steps back Hal was wondering why it was he who was chosen to hold the key to Pandora’s Box.

“And when I told him I was not a maverick kitten and instead an ally cat, Montana Man turned Rodeo red,” the whispering beauty wiped her tears with the cocktail napkin as Hal just stood there.

“I am so sorry honey,” Hal felt he had to say something, “the relationship went up in flames.”

“What relationship we set him up and watched the control burn to the point he no longer really wanted a piece of ash, it’s called dead heat in our department,” She showed the law enforcement badge.

Slowly returning to the table where Dale had the wine menu out, “You know what Dale,” Hal was using the romantic tone, “I hear they have early check out here for tomorrow. Like now.”

Not taking her eyes off the selections Dale responded, “I would like to enjoy a morning filled with buttered bread.”

“Money will be in your account in the morning,” the eye candy officer mentioned in front of Hal who turned to his left and right before confessing. “you got me.” `

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