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My Weekend in Portland -- Chapter 30 of 30 (MF FF MFF)

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I hesitated, racking my brain, then the light began to dawn.

"Officer Urbanski? Is that you?"

"Yes," she admitted lightly, "Officer Urbanski."

"Can I help you in some way, Officer Urbanski," I said, grinning into 
the phone.

"I think you can," she said. "I'm looking for a caucasian male, 25 to 30 
years of age, physically fit, heterosexual, sense of humor, not too 
ugly. He has to be somebody who's not a cop groupie, but not intimidated 
by cops or strong women."

"Weeeelll," I said, "I fit that description, Officer Urbanski. Were you 
considering coming to San Francisco to take me into custody?"

"I was hoping I could come down there, and we could take each other into 
custody," she laughed. "That is, unless your friend in Portland would 
object."

"No, no," I said. "Ruth and I are just old friends. Would next weekend 
fit your plans?" 

"I already have a seat reserved on a flight Friday afternoon," she 
admitted, "AND a hotel reservation."

"I like a woman with a sense of adventure ... and caution," I said. 
"I'll buy us dinner Friday night and we can get acquainted. If you hate 
my guts, there's always Fisherman's Wharf." 

"I was hoping you'd say that," she laughed, "most guys get scared off 
when they meet me ... professionally." 

"I enjoyed meeting you, Catherine" I said truthfully, "but I didn't 
think you enjoyed meeting me."

"Call me Cathy. You're right, I was pissed. But my partner convinced me 
I was overreacting," she laughed ironically. "I tried to look at things 
objectively and finally decided it was worth calling you. I'm used to 
rejection, after all."

I told her she had a great laugh and I was glad she called. Then I got 
her flight and hotel information and we said goodbye. I was still 
standing with my hand on the phone, thinking of Cathy Urbanski, when the 
doorbell rang.

I didn't immediately recognize the attractive, dark-haired young woman 
on my doorstep, but she looked very familiar so I let her push past me 
into my apartment. I closed the door and followed her into the living 
room.

"Do you recognize me?" she said, turning to face me with an odd, tense 
expression on her face. She dropped her overnight bag and began to 
unfasten her coat.

I hesitated warily, "Naomi K-------?"

"Yes," she said, standing tall and defiantly throwing open her coat.

Except for her shoes, Naomi was nude, skin flushed, nipples pointing 
stiffly. Her long legs were visibly shaking.

She tried to speak, but couldn't.

"Don't worry," I soothed, opening my arms. "I know what to do."


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(End of Chapter 30, End of My Weekend in Portland)

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