My Kind of Town
>> Portlock Money well spent
Lily Ah Sun was holding up fairly well until she turned onto her street and saw her cousin Quinn's big pickup truck parked outside her home, where he left it last night. And that brought back the memories, freshening her emotions. Everything was so perfect then, they were together again after 21 years apart, and she thought they were committed to always being together.
But then she walked into his room at Queen's and found that slut Gwen Roselovich kissing and fondling Quinn, and he wasn't exactly objecting. Lily did not want to look at Quinn's truck every day while he was in the hospital and be reminded of what a jerk he was and how much he'd hurt her. And she did not want him coming out here to retrieve it himself. No, as far as Lily was concerned, they could go another 21 years without talking and it would be okee-dokee with her.
Pulling her teal BMW into the driveway, Lily decided to have the damn truck towed. It would be money well spent.
>> Queen's Medical Center
HPD solo bike officer Quinn Ah Sun slowly awoke from dreams so vivid, they seemed like real life. He'd dreamed of Ho'ola, goddess of life. Quinn stood 6-foot-3 and was a serious weightlifter, but he looked up to Ho'ola and admired her quads. She was big, but also beautiful, so lovely in every way she wrapped herself only in brown nakedness. Somewhere in his dream, Ho'ola brought Quinn and his cousin Lily together in a misty place and led them to the ocean's edge, and as wavelettes lapped at their feet they embraced, and then they went tumbling into the water, kissing, loving. It was the best dream he'd ever had. Probably the painkillers helped.
The dream, though, turned weird. Gwen Roselovich from Dispatch was suddenly hovering over him, giving him a sponge bath or something. Gwen had been after him for years. How weird was that, when she finally got her way with him it was in his dream?
Quinn was back in the conscious world now, and sipped from the cup of water on the table beside his bed. God, he was thirsty. Just as he had been in the dream. After Gwen left, he ran back to find Lily, but he was so thirsty he didn't know if he could go on, and then there she was, bringing him cool water in a big calabash, and it quenched everything but his desire for her. That's when he woke up.
Quinn had never felt so much love and desire for any woman. Cousin or no cousin, Lily was the one for him. He reached for the phone beside his bed.
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