Seducing Montreux

I Do...Hurry

ROGER MEDDOWS TAYLOR…

LYDIA ELAINE CAMPBELL…

ROGER…MEDDOWS TAYLOR…

LYDIA ELAINE…CAMPBELL..

ROGER…MEDDOWS TAYLOR.

LYDIA…ELAINE CAMPBELL

 I looked at it what seemed to be a thousand times. The clock ticked mercilessly on the wall: 10:13 AM. I looked up at it and then behind me to the security officer sitting behind the partition in the dingy room. He yawned and adjusted the handcuffs at the side of his pants. I looked at Roger next. God, he looked good today in his white blazer and his black tie. He wore those gorgeous aviator sunglasses that I loved so dearly. The rose colored lenses fit him so well. After all, he needed to see this paper this morning. Recently, Roger cut off most of that beautiful blond hair. It touched the base of his neck now and while I nearly had a coronary at first, I had grown used to his new look and thought it suited him quite well. He looked so distinguished and sexy today. Roger smiled that huge, priceless, smile at me. I don’t know what it was but his teeth were exceptionally white, exceptionally perfect. He had just slapped his signature on the appropriate line and looked to me. “Go ahead.” he tilted his head toward the paper and handed me the pen. I stared at him for a moment, those big blue eyes glowin’. He looked so very happy.

 “Right here, Miss Campbell.” the man in the brown suit tapped at a black line. I looked to him and then to the paper:

 ROGER MEDDOWS TAYLOR:        7/26/1949      Age: 28

MOTHER: WINNIFRED TAYLOR 

FATHER: MICHAEL TAYLOR

 LYDIA ELAINE CAMPBELL:          10/15/1949      Age: 28

MOTHER: LENORA “ELLIE” CAMPBELL

FATHER: GRISHAM CAMPBELL

 The clock seemed to tick even louder and there was a murmur of conversation and coughing that could be heard outside the clouded glass of the door. I looked back at the paper, pen still in hand. I could hear the tone of an elevator outside the door. I looked back to the man in the brown suit and to Roger again. He shook his head at me, smiling again. 

 “Lyd…I don’t mean to…hurry you or nothin’. But….we gotta’ catch a plane in a half-hour.” Roger whispered to me. I shot eyes toward him with a rather horrified look on my face. Hell! We were twenty minutes from the airport! I looked down to the paper again:

 Print Full Legal Name:  ROGER MEDDOWS TAYLOR

Signature: ROGER TAYLOR

 Print Full Legal Name: LYDIA ELAINE CAMPBELL

Signature:_________________________________

 I clicked the pen, printed my legal name, dated it and then swallowed as I stared at the next lined. I took a nervous breath and could feel Roger’s warm fingers at the base of my neck. It made me calm myself slightly.

 “Now, here Miss Campbell. Right here on this line. Just below Mr. Taylor’s signature.” The man in the brown suit tapped to the next line and smiled. I took a deep breath and continued staring down the next line, hoping that maybe it would fill itself out or disappear entirely. This was it. Like ripping off a Band-Aid, or jumping into a pool of cool water all at once…quick and minimally painful. I could feel my hand tremble and Roger’s palm move to the middle of my back. I exhaled audibly and closed my eyes; attempting to swallow my cottonmouth. And then…in one quick motion as fast as I possibly could…I signed it…

 LYDIA…TAYLOR. I had barely lifted the pen from the paper when the court magistrate quickly took the license and slapped a seal on it. The sound of the stamp slamming into the paper startled me, causing me to jump as it left behind it’s red ink in a large circle. He blew a couple quick puffs of air on it to dry the ink and then pressed a notary sticker on it. Lastly, he took his black fountain pen and both signed and dated it. It was official now.