You Are On My Mind

That's The Wrong One

Linda O'Shea would have guessed he had been dating her boyfriend for about six months. It was the first summer day of the year, and everyone was outside. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, three boys were working on their Dad's car.
Linda was surprised to get the phone call she had gotten a few minutes ago. She had been invited to help Danny, Joe, and Jamie work on their Dad's Chevelle. She had agreed, only so she could be with Danny. It was his last summer before he went off with the marines. She wanted to spend every waking moment with him.
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Linda walked up the street, big sunglasses on her face. She didn't care if the current style was different- she loved the hand-me down glasses from the late seventies. Stopping at the Reagan driveway, she put her hands on her hips, observing the boys. "Hi, Boys!"
The three of them looked up, "hi, Linda."
Danny walked over and kissed her, "you look nice."
"Not for long," Linda was wearing a light pink tank top and cut off jean shorts. She had slipped on her flip flops, and grabbed her tote. Dropping her bag to the grass, she peered into the hood. "What's the matter?"
"The damn thing broke down again," Joe tightened a bolt. "Dad's going to be coming soon. Had to take an important phone call for his case or whatever... hand me that wrench, Jamie."
Jamie handed Joe the wrench, "why Dad trusts us alone with his car is beyond me."
Linda laughed, "you threw can behave yourselves for three minutes, right?"
"Might be tough for Danny," Joe jabbed his thumb over his shoulder in the general direction of his brother.
Danny rolled his eyes, "it's not like you're an angle, Joe. Lying about where you were a couple nights ago."
Joe threw the dirty rag at Danny, who immediately caught it. "Come on," he led Linda to the side of the car. "Let the master have space."
She laughed again, nodding, "of course!"
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"Danny, I'm fine, really." Linda had tripped over a tool, resulting in badly scraped hands and a knee.
Danny lifted her onto the counter. "You should still patch it up."
She shrugged, "whatever floats your boat."
He smirked as he set the first aid kit on the counter. He cleaned Linda's hands, which weren't as bad as he initially thought. They were just scraped inside of gouged. He cleaned up and bandaged her knee next.
"Uh, Danny?"
"What?" He looked up at her.
"That's the wrong knee."
"Damn it." He clumsily bandaged her other knee; he cleaned the blood stream off her leg, throwing the paper towels into the trash can. "There. All better."
Linda laughed,  then sighed. "I'm gonna miss you."
"I know, baby. But I have to do this," he stood between her opened legs, resting his hands on her thighs.
She looked down, "you can serve your country in a different way. A less dangerous and fatal way."
He pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, then tilted her chin up. He kissed her sweetly, soon wanting a little bit more. His tongue lightly ran over her lips, and snuck into her mouth when she allowed access.
Linda's nails lightly scraped the back of Danny's neck as the kiss intensified. She felt him grip her shirt fabric, exposing some of her skin to the cool air. She rested her forehead on his, her eyes closed in contentment. Right now, all was right in her world. She intended to keep it that way until he had to leave her and crash her world. Linda wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. She sighed as her eyes closed again, "I love you, Danny."
"I love you more."
"I love you most."