I got mail today. Lovely shiny copies of “Lesbian Cops: Erotic Investigations” edited by Sacchi Green. Days when books arrive in the mail are always good days. So much possibility between those shiny covers. So much good reading, so many favorite authors to read, so many new authors to discover.
I love getting Sacchi’s calls for submissions – she comes up with such wicked themes: lesbian cowboys, lipstick on collars, or just simple lesbian lust. However, I admit that I found coming up with a story for “Lesbian Cops: Erotic Investigations” somewhat harder than usual.
It wasn’t that the theme didn’t appeal. It did. Greatly. 😉 But I found it a difficult story to start. I actually started three stories before I managed to complete one. I’d lie in bed at night and let wanna-be characters roam around my head. Some wandered through and out the other side, some simply never made it past a formless, nebulous woman with “lesbian cop” written on her forehead.
The first one who stuck long enough to make it to the keyboard was Lexie, who walked into the cop station and reported her car stolen — the very car Lexie herself had stolen from the cop’s girlfriend some months before. Lexie ground to a halt after 700 words, stuck in a mish-mash of rego plates with cute acronyms and a lack of motive.
Then there was Clodagh. Clodagh was a garda in Ireland in the 1970s at the height of the Troubles, the time of car bombs and kneecappings and mistrust. She was destined for an encounter with the wife of an IRA hunger striker, but after 900 words their story was becoming dark and sad, not hot and horny.
Next up was Suzanne. I rather liked Suzanne. She was a social worker who often accompanied our cop protagonist on the late night calls where children might need pulling out of domestic violence situations. Despite the rather dark overtones, Suzanne was bright and chirpy, a femme who was having trouble convincing her butch copper that yes, she liked girls, yes, she was tougher than she looked, and yes, how about it, NOW.
Finally, along came Eve and Kaye. Eve is a hippie who lives in a ramshackle shed along a dirt road in the hinterland of Queensland’s Sunshine Coast (strangely… the area where I’m living now). Kaye receives a tip that Eve’s growing dope on her block and goes to investigate. Eve and Kaye make it all the way to the sweaty conclusion. There are vegetables in this story, suntanned shoulders, raspberries, a dog called Jaffa, lovemaking on the grass in the sunshine, and a very sated lesbian cop.
I vacillated; torn between the desire to slap her down, find some pretext to wipe that smile from her face, and simply giving in. Simply walking over to her, pulling down that loose singlet top and nuzzling my face into her breasts. Finding out what her hair felt like freed from its thick plait, seeing how it would fall over her shoulders, how long it was when loose. I was a breath away from ignoring duty, the reason I was here, the possibility Eve was a criminal – albeit a very minor one.
Lexie, Clodagh, and Suzanne have gone back to the Unfinished folder (a huge folder, bulging with snippets and possibilities, some good, some terrible). Maybe they’ll come out to play at a later date, maybe not. In the meantime, I’m greatly looking forward to reading the other stories in this anthology.