The Wrong Sister

The second time we met with Dr. Lacayo, she wanted my background info. I was hesitant to go through it at first. In hindsight, I think she thought I wasn’t comfortable discussing it with Lisa present, when the truth was that I had been over it a thousand times before and just didn’t feel like putting the energy into going through it yet again. I mean, what was the point? “Shaylin, would you feel better if we spoke alone?” I shrugged and said it didn’t matter. Lisa rose to her feet. “I can just wait outside. Would that be ok, Shay?” “It really doesn’t matter. I just don’t see the point in discussing what doesn’t have anything to do with the here and now. I’ll tell you about it, but yesterday was yesterday and today’s today.” “Oh, absolutely,” agreed the doctor. “That’s a great attitude to have.” “So I’ll see you when I get done wasting the poor doctor’s time,” I told Lisa. Both women grinned, and Lisa said, “Be nice to her now.” I knew they meant well, but for some reason, I felt myself growing irritated. With Lisa gone, I gave the doctor as much background as I could as quickly as I could… born and raised in the Arizona desert, not a great childhood but it could’ve been worse, and so on and so forth. “It’s cold,” I complained as Lisa drove us home nearly an hour later. “Yeah, I know, desert girl. It’s always cold to you.” That evening, as we were cooking dinner together, there was a knock on the door. Lisa had been in the bathroom, so I answered it to find a disheveled-looking redhead standing outside. “Is Esmeralda home?” “Who?” Lisa came up behind me. “That’s just my code name,” she told me with a wink. “I’m feeling a little anxious tonight,” said the flame-haired girl. “Yeah, so am I when I don’t know what’s going on.” Lisa smiled, though I sensed the phoniness behind it. She was actually annoyed for some reason. “I’d say you two are a little too alike. So why don’t you go inside and wait for me, Shay?” Her expression suggested I didn’t argue. I waited a few minutes just inside the door, straining to hear what was said. I couldn’t make out a single word. I considered putting my ear to the door, but I didn’t want Lisa to suddenly open it and smack me in the face with it either. So I just leaned against the wall about six feet from the door, arms folded across my chest. When she returned and closed and locked the door behind her, she had a serious expression on her face. She then turned to me and said, “Now, I should have told you this before, and that’s my fault, but never answer the door when I’m home.” “But you were in the bathroom.” “Just please do this in the future. Whether I’m home or not, don’t answer the door unless you’re expecting someone. You’re a cop’s wife now. You have to take these precautions, Shaylin. Life with me isn’t always going to be easy.” “It doesn’t have to be, but can you at least enlighten me as to who that was and what’s going on?” “She’s undercover.” “That was an undercover?” I asked, surprised. “Didn’t look like it to me.” “I know, Shay. That’s the whole point of being undercover,” she said with a tight smile. “You don’t look undercover. You look like a cop.” She gave a quick smile at that one. I still didn’t understand the urgency of the situation. Why must an undercover suddenly appear at her door? “So is Esmeralda your street name?” “Something like that.” I laughed. She didn’t. “Sorry, but that’s a bad one. Esmeralda, I mean.” A tight smile, then a shrug as if to say, Oh well. “What was she anxious about?” “Can’t say. Sorry, babe.” Despite the strange incident, which suggested there was more to Lisa than she would admit (because it was police business?), I was horny. I wanted to play that night and hoped there were no sudden calls that Lisa had to run out on. There weren’t. She was able to give it to me every which way I liked it… she licked my pussy… she finger fucked me… she made me cum like no other man or woman ever had, not once but twice. By then, Lisa was more relaxed; all the tension brought on by the red-haired woman drained from her. She studied me intently as I moved about the bedroom. “Everything ok?” I asked. She nodded. “Perfect. Know what I adore about you?” “What would that be, Detective?” “I love how you’re sexy at night and cute in the daytime.” “Interesting observation,” I said with an impish smile. We showered together, her lathering my body with fruity-scented shower gel, lighting my libido afire once again. After our hair dried, we lay in bed, bodies entwined. “Ever think of having a baby before it’s too late?” she surprised me by asking. “No, I can’t say that I do. What about you?” “Mhm… sometimes.” “I take it you wouldn’t want to be the carrier.” “Naw, you could have that job,” she said, rubbing my belly. I couldn’t believe I was hearing this. Ok, so we weren’t that old and we could probably afford it, but didn’t we have enough going on for us? Yet even though I was pretty sure it wasn’t what I wanted, regardless of cost and time, we speculated what it might be like if we had me artificially inseminated. Lisa even had her heart set on names. “A boy could be anything, but if it was a girl, how about the combination of our first names, like Lishaylin?” I laughed in the darkness. “That’s kind of weird.” “We could combine middle names instead and call her Micharia.” I hated to break Lisa’s heart, but I didn’t want to get her hopes up for nothing. Best to play it straight with her. “Children are sweet, but I think if they were meant to be, they would have been by now. I just don’t want to take on any more than I can handle. Music… writing… those are my kind of things. I don’t know the first thing about kids other than that they cost a fortune, make a lot of noise, and are a lot of time and work. I know I can be a lot of time and work myself, since I have some limitations, but I can at least dress myself, and I don’t need diapers.” Lisa laughed. She was disappointed. I could tell. I didn’t regret leveling with her, though, and was proud of myself for being honest. I hated to let her down just the same. “I get your point. It’s ok. We have each other, and I agree that we have enough to keep us busy in life. You could always teach, though.” “Teach what?” “Singing.” “But I’ve never taught before. It’s just something I simply do.” “Yeah, I know, but it doesn’t have to be anything fancy. Maybe you can just have fun entertaining underprivileged kids or something.” “That’s definitely an idea worth pursuing. We just won’t tell them I was kind of famous. It’s not something I like to tell many people anyway. I like to just be me and not have people focusing on—” “Wait,” Lisa interrupted, “what do you mean kind of famous?” “Well, I certainly wasn’t Taylor Swift kind of famous, but I was well known in the Phoenix area in the early to mid-nineties when I was rapping.” “What?” Lisa said, with more surprise than curiosity. She sat up and snapped on the bedside lamp. “You? Rapping? This I gotta hear.” “Lisa, you really didn’t know any of this?” She turned and looked me straight in the eye and shook her head. “Tell me about it.” “I always wanted to do the I’m Not Lisa kind of stuff because I feel it’s what I do best, and it showcases the training that I’ve had and the vocal abilities I’ve been fortunate enough to be blessed with.” “Yeah?” “I was still single and living in an apartment complex when a neighbor introduced me to this black guy named Trevon. Trev was a backup singer in a rap band called the Black Diamonds. BD was once an all-black band that had just lost its lead female singer because she moved out of state.” Lisa continued to eye me intently, as if searching for the truth in my words—not that I was lying or that she thought I was. I guess it was just her way as a trained detective. Just like Stacey could read people's minds, Lisa read people’s words. “I was desperate, and they didn’t seem to mind that I was white. If anything, I think they liked the idea of a whitey in the mix because it kind of made us stand out as a whole. So I made a little extra money as a rapper for a few years.” A smile spread across Lisa’s face. “Wow, how neat. I’m impressed. No wonder you laughed at me on the way down here when I asked if you liked rap music.” “Yeah, exactly,” I said with a nod. We both cracked up laughing and fell asleep in each other’s arms.