The Game Warden's Catch Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Jolie stood in her dorm room starring in the full length mirror tacked to the back of her suite’s door. She chose a little black dress for the occasion. It was strapless and had a shiny white belt around her waist. She had gotten one of the other girl’s in the dorm to put her hair up for her and do her make-up. She was not accustomed to getting ready for dates. In fact this was her first date since high school and back then she would just have worn jeans and a t-shirt.
She took the stairs down to the lobby of the dorm waiting for Agent Thibodaux to arrive. She grimaced when the full-sized green game warden’s truck pulled into the parking lot. She hoped he was not wearing his work uniform too.
She breathed a sigh of relief when he stepped out of the truck wearing a tailored grey suit. He adjusted his tie and grabbed a bouquet of flowers off the seat. Flowers … so this is a real date, she thought. He opened the door to the dorm and checked in at the receptionist’s desk. The girl sitting there pointed towards Jolie.
He looked at her and smiled. She was even more beautiful than before. When he looked at her he just had to stop and catch his breath. He could not explain it. She was angelic to him, a breath of fresh air, she was hope. Hope that he could be happy, but he knew from that moment, that one intake of breath that he could only be happy if he could be with her. She was all he would ever need.
Jolie watched as Agent Thibodaux made his way closer to her with the bouquet of flowers. They were wildflowers and it looked like they were freshly picked. There were purple irises, white hibiscus, and yellow wild flowers that she only knew as pesolees. She was impressed that he picked the flowers himself, but at the same time she wondered if he was running low on cash. Being a woman was difficult. Women like the gesture of fresh picked wild flowers, but they also wonder about a man who does not buy flowers from a florist.
Beau stretched his hand out to present Jolie with the flowers he had picked up on his ride through the swamp this afternoon. He did not know much about impressing women, but he thought that a woman like Jolie would like flowers. It did not even occur to him that roses from the grocery store or local florist would be preferred my other girls her age.
“They’re beautiful. Thank you.” Jolie reached for the flowers and smelled the wild hibiscus. These flowers did not offer a wealth of fragrance, but they were beautiful. She started to giggle as she looked down at the yellow wild flowers in the center of the bouquet.
“What’s so funny?” asked Beau, smiling at her because her face was even more beautiful when she was laughing.
“I hope I don’t wet the bed tonight,” she answered as she grabbed a red plastic cup from the communal kitchenette in the recreation room of the dorm.
“Why would you wet the bed?” he asked, confused by what urinating had to do with flowers.
“Seriously?” she asked. “Are you from around here?” She lifted one of the yellow flowers from the center and the cup and touched his cheek with it. She was laughing because the yellow flowers Beau had included in his gift were known to all Cajun children as pis au lits. Parents told their children that if you touched this kind of flower that you were sure to pee your pants or wet the bed. Jolie knew it was not true, but it was still funny.
“Oh … sorry. I didn’t even think about what kind of flowers I was picking.” Beau fidgeted with his keys. He was a little embarrassed. He wanted to impress Jolie and do everything right. He did not want her thinking he was a fool.
“Don’t apologize. Yellow is my favorite color.” Jolie placed the cup on the reception desk as asked the girl to call her suitemate to come down and get the flowers. Then she placed her hand on Beau’s shoulder and leaned in kissing him sweetly on the cheek. He didn’t have to bring her the flowers and it was a thoughtful gesture that she thought deserved a reciprocal gesture in return.
The well-dressed couple did not know it, but they were being watched and the man watching them was not happy about these turn of events. He wanted Jolie for himself. She was beautiful, smart, and funny. She was not like the other girls who attended school here. He was determined to make sure that this new development would not stop him from having her all to himself.
Jolie stood in her dorm room starring in the full length mirror tacked to the back of her suite’s door. She chose a little black dress for the occasion. It was strapless and had a shiny white belt around her waist. She had gotten one of the other girl’s in the dorm to put her hair up for her and do her make-up. She was not accustomed to getting ready for dates. In fact this was her first date since high school and back then she would just have worn jeans and a t-shirt.
She took the stairs down to the lobby of the dorm waiting for Agent Thibodaux to arrive. She grimaced when the full-sized green game warden’s truck pulled into the parking lot. She hoped he was not wearing his work uniform too.
She breathed a sigh of relief when he stepped out of the truck wearing a tailored grey suit. He adjusted his tie and grabbed a bouquet of flowers off the seat. Flowers … so this is a real date, she thought. He opened the door to the dorm and checked in at the receptionist’s desk. The girl sitting there pointed towards Jolie.
He looked at her and smiled. She was even more beautiful than before. When he looked at her he just had to stop and catch his breath. He could not explain it. She was angelic to him, a breath of fresh air, she was hope. Hope that he could be happy, but he knew from that moment, that one intake of breath that he could only be happy if he could be with her. She was all he would ever need.
Jolie watched as Agent Thibodaux made his way closer to her with the bouquet of flowers. They were wildflowers and it looked like they were freshly picked. There were purple irises, white hibiscus, and yellow wild flowers that she only knew as pesolees. She was impressed that he picked the flowers himself, but at the same time she wondered if he was running low on cash. Being a woman was difficult. Women like the gesture of fresh picked wild flowers, but they also wonder about a man who does not buy flowers from a florist.
Beau stretched his hand out to present Jolie with the flowers he had picked up on his ride through the swamp this afternoon. He did not know much about impressing women, but he thought that a woman like Jolie would like flowers. It did not even occur to him that roses from the grocery store or local florist would be preferred my other girls her age.
“They’re beautiful. Thank you.” Jolie reached for the flowers and smelled the wild hibiscus. These flowers did not offer a wealth of fragrance, but they were beautiful. She started to giggle as she looked down at the yellow wild flowers in the center of the bouquet.
“What’s so funny?” asked Beau, smiling at her because her face was even more beautiful when she was laughing.
“I hope I don’t wet the bed tonight,” she answered as she grabbed a red plastic cup from the communal kitchenette in the recreation room of the dorm.
“Why would you wet the bed?” he asked, confused by what urinating had to do with flowers.
“Seriously?” she asked. “Are you from around here?” She lifted one of the yellow flowers from the center and the cup and touched his cheek with it. She was laughing because the yellow flowers Beau had included in his gift were known to all Cajun children as pis au lits. Parents told their children that if you touched this kind of flower that you were sure to pee your pants or wet the bed. Jolie knew it was not true, but it was still funny.
“Oh … sorry. I didn’t even think about what kind of flowers I was picking.” Beau fidgeted with his keys. He was a little embarrassed. He wanted to impress Jolie and do everything right. He did not want her thinking he was a fool.
“Don’t apologize. Yellow is my favorite color.” Jolie placed the cup on the reception desk as asked the girl to call her suitemate to come down and get the flowers. Then she placed her hand on Beau’s shoulder and leaned in kissing him sweetly on the cheek. He didn’t have to bring her the flowers and it was a thoughtful gesture that she thought deserved a reciprocal gesture in return.
The well-dressed couple did not know it, but they were being watched and the man watching them was not happy about these turn of events. He wanted Jolie for himself. She was beautiful, smart, and funny. She was not like the other girls who attended school here. He was determined to make sure that this new development would not stop him from having her all to himself.
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