Small Town Values

Few things require the level of careful discretion as Tamara Pike’s life. As a sheriff’s deputy in a lazy backwater in the middle of the Bible Belt, who happens to be African American, and a lesbian, and kinky, it meant hiding. She couldn’t hide her color or her gender, but everything else about her personal life was sealed up tight anywhere within a 100-mile radius of home.

She spent weekends with her “boyfriend” Thomas in the city, bringing back pictures of them out to dinner, with friends, with his family. He’d even visited her at work a couple times to sell it. In reality he was a close friend from college, and they shared outings to the BDSM club in the city, where they would comment on the women and he’d go find a Domme to satisfy his itch and she’d meet up with her girl.

She spent every weekend she could with Katy, the cute, red-headed coed with a single, bright-green braid at her right temple. She would hear her squeals of delight in her dreams. Katy was far more experienced, and was opening Tamara up to new levels of play. They’d ended their last long weekend with Katy gifting Tamara with a new flogger and a promise of teaching her how to use it. At the leather goods store they looked at collars. “I know it’s too early,” Katy had said, holding one of the collars up for inspection, “but if you decide to put one on me, I’m not opposed to being yours.”

Tamara was glad that she was dark-skinned enough that the blush she felt rising while remembering that wouldn’t be visible. She shook her head to clear it and reported to the morning briefing. After handing out the usual assignments, and making sure everyone had at least two Narcan auto-injectors, Tamara left the noisy pit to head out on patrol.

“Tamara!” The Sheriff, while usually friendly, was overly so. “Come by my office for a minute before you head out.”

“On my way, Sheriff Mercer!” Tamara checked her belt, holster, badge, radio, and name tag to make sure everything was straight.

“You know better than that, call me Jim!” he called out.

“Okay! On my way Sheriff Jim!” Even if they did this routine two or three times a week it never seemed to get old to him, so she kept it up. This time, however, she heard a female’s laughter with his.

“She got you, Dad!” the female said.

The voice sounded familiar somehow. Tamara turned the corner into the Sheriff’s office to see red hair, with a single bright-green braid at the temple. It was Katy. She held her face as still as possible, trying to not think about Katy writhing as she… stop thinking about it!

“Deputy Sergeant Tamara Pike, I’d like you to meet my daughter, Katy.” Jim was glowing with fatherly pride, Katy looked like a deer in the headlights. “She’s in college to become a yak herder.”

“Lame,” Katy said, regaining her composure and punching his arm. “Try harder.” Turning to Tamara she said “I’m actually studying Criminal Law.”

Tamara knew that already, but recycled what she had told her when they first talked. “That’s a tough field, you must be one of the smart kids on campus.”

Katy had initially been hurt that Tamara had called her kid, but that was months ago, and knew now that there was nothing hurtful meant by it. “I am,” she replied.

Jim looked at her, confusion crossing his face. “You admit you’re a…” His comment was cut off by another punch in the arm.

“Smart, I mean,” Katy pouted. “I’m not a kid, I just didn’t want to be rude to your friend.” Standing behind her father half a step she mouthed “Oh my god!”

Tamara laughed. “I’ll remember that.” Inside she was screaming. If she had known who Katy was, or rather who Katy’s father was, she would never have spoken to her. She maintained her calm exterior, and saw Katy give a thumbs-down gesture, the hand signal that replaced a safe-word when unable to speak. Tamara’s nod was slight, just enough to let Katy know that she had her back.

Jim looked at Katy and back to Tamara. “I hate to ask, but could you drop her at home? I’ve got a meeting with the county prosecutor coming up.”

“Sure, Jim,” Tamara said. “Katy, right? Anything you need to grab or are you ready to go?”

“Just my backpack. I’ll see you out front,” Katy said.

Tamara walked out to her cruiser to wait, eavesdropping on the conversation of two other deputies.

"I swear, if I knew Tate had a daughter like that...," Carter said. "You so much as look at that girl sideways and you'll be castrated before you can blink," Jones replied. They were silent for a moment before Carter spoke again. "I just can't believe he has a kid, and she looks like that!"

Tamara decided she'd heard enough. "Why don't y'all get out there on patrol, before the sheriff makes a necklace out of your little man-bits?" It had taken a while to get past the push-back from her promotion to sergeant, especially as the only woman and the only African American in the department. Once the dust settled, and two less-than-stellar deputies left the force, the rest of the men grew to respect her, as evidenced by the way they could all tease each other.

"I...," Carter started. "I was gonna say something about size, but you'd just twist it and make me look stupid."

"That's because it’s easy," Jones said. “Besides, Pike got the brains in her family."

“Hey!” Tamara laughed. “Who are you calling ugly?”

Jones laughed and Carter asked “Did I miss something?”

“Yes, Carter, you did.” Jones waved. “We're 10-41, Sergeant.”

Katy exited the building ten minutes later, carrying a large backpack filled to bursting. As much as Tamara wanted to rush to help her, doing so in front of the Sheriff’s office window might not be the best idea. Instead she keyed her radio. "Base, 214 is 10-41 with a civilian ride-along."

Katy approached and Tamara took the backpack and placed it in the back seat before opening the front passenger door for her. "Why did you call that in?" Katy asked in a forced whisper. "Now everyone knows I'm riding with you."

"It's either that or you ride in back." Tamara got in and started the cruiser. "It's just the rules, and you know how I am about rules.”

Katy's face grew pink. "Yeah, I mean, yes, Ma'am."

As they left the center of town and got closer to the farm where the sheriff lived Tamara finally spoke. "Why didn't you tell me... no, that's not right. Why didn't I ask when I first heard you name?”

“Why didn’t I ask you what county you worked in? I never would’ve thought you’d be hired here. Besides, I really didn't expect to come back," Katy said, "at least not before I came out. Preferably over a video call. From a state or two away.”

"You realize that if your dad figures us out I'm literally dead." Tamara realized her hands were beginning to cramp from her death-grip on the wheel, so she forced herself to relax and take a deep breath. "I don't mean that in the ‘literally as figuratively’ way, either. I mean Jim will take me out to the river, put one in my head and dump me where I'll wash out to the ocean."

“He wouldn’t,” Katy said. “Would he?”

"If you weren't planning on coming back, why are you here?" Tamara shook her head. "That didn't sound right. As freaked out as I am, I'm glad to see you. I was planning on spending next weekend with you anyway. But what's wrong that you had to visit sooner than you wanted to?"

"Remember, I told you how Mom moved us away when I was little?” Katy asked. When Tamara nodded she continued. "I see Dad once every few months: birthdays, graduation, a few holidays. But, Mom and I don’t get along. We don’t even talk. When Mom found me with my first girlfriend at 16, she basically disowned me. Kicked me out the day I turned 18.”

"Shit, Katy. I didn't know that."

“Because I don't talk about it. I never told Dad, because I wanted to stay in the city. But I’m over it." Katy focused on her hands, folded in her lap. "I didn't know how over it I was until I got the call last night. Mom died. It's only right I tell Dad to his face."

"Is that going to be a tough discussion?"

"It was easier, and harder than I thought it would be." Katy looked at Tamara. "Why do you think it took me so long to grab a backpack?"

"Wow. So, how did he take it?"

"He told me how he was here for me, and if I needed anything to let him know." Katy shrugged. "Kind of what I expected of him."

"So how long are you here?"

"I'm taking a sabbatical. I'll finish out the semester remotely, then probably start back next spring."

"I don't know if I can keep us secret that long," Tamara said. "Unless you can come up with a good excuse why you'll need to go to the city with me every weekend."

"I'm going to tell him," Katy said. "Tonight. I'm coming out. I won't tell him about you, unless that's what you want."

"I'm still afraid Jim will kill me," Tamara said. "But I’ll be there for moral support."

"Thanks, I'll take you up on that."

They pulled up to the farm house, and Tamara carried Katy's backpack into the front room. "I'll stop by after my shift."

They embraced and shared a deep kiss. "I'll be waiting."

After her shift Tamara changed out of her uniform and was heading out to her truck when Jim stopped her. "If you don't have any plans why don’t you come by the house? We'll have some dinner and hang out for a while."

"Sure." She'd been wondering what excuse to give to show up, but he made it easier for her. "What time?"

"If you don't have anything else to do could you head over now?" he asked. "Katy gets bored, and I'd hate for her to reorganize the cupboards or something."

"No problem, Sheriff Tate."

"Call me - eh, never mind. I'll be home in an hour or so."

The entire drive, Jim's failure to respond as she'd expected to the joke ate at her. Does he know? Oh god, is he going to kill me? Maybe he'll just fire me, or arrest me for... something.

The first words Tamara said as she entered the house were “I’m dead.” She told Katy what had happened, how their usual joke had fallen flat. Unable to relax, Tamara and Katy commiserated, wondering how much trouble they were in. Tamara considered running away together, trying to piece the logistics together in her head.

Jim walked into the house and took one look at the two. "Why so glum?"

"Daddy, I," Katy began, then faltered. She looked at Tamara and then back at Jim. "I'm afraid you'll hate me, but I have to tell you the truth. I’m…,” she faltered.

Jim looked at her with mock concern. "You're what? A murderer? A drug dealer? The person who's been stealing parts from the salvage yard? If it ain't one of those then I got no reason to hate you. Even if was one of those I don't think I'd hate you. I'd be mighty disappointed, but never hate."

"I'm gay."

"I know. So what?" He smiled and scooped up his daughter in a warm embrace. "I've known since you were 12 and getting googly-eyed every time you saw the lead girl on that annoying show you watched. But I have a confession to make, and you both might be mad at me for it, at least for a little while."

"What's that?"

"I sent you home with Tamara, and invited her over, in hopes you two -" he shrugged. "She's got a fake boyfriend in the city. We all pretty much know she's gay, but we play along. She worries that some of the other folks in town aren't as understanding." Jim sat in his armchair. "I just wish she'd settle down, rather than hang out at that weird club in the city.”

“Wait, you all know!? Even Carter?” Tamara was floored.

“Well,” Jim said, “Carter may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but I’m sure Jones or someone’s filled him in by now.”

“But, the club…” Tamara felt her heart sink. “How did you know about that?”

“That Blaine fellow on the county board,” Jim said. “Told me he followed you there on three weekends. Thought he could use it as some sort of leverage.” Jim laughed. “When I threatened to arrest him for stalking he decided he didn’t know anything and wasn’t going to say anything.”

Katy looked at Tamara, and before she could respond said "Sorry, Tamara. Dad, I'm the girl she visits in the city.”

Jim looked at the two of them, his eyes wide. "You mean, I just tried to play matchmaker but I'm too late?" He let out a roaring belly laugh. "You two will be the death of me yet."

"So, um, Sheriff," Tamara asked, "does this change anything?"

“Between you and me? No. Between Katy and me? No. Between you two, it sure does. First, I expect to see a lot more of my future daughter-in-law outside of work," he said. "Second, you'd best get to work on earning that promotion to detective. You want to have a good income before you two tie the knot."

“Excuse me?” Tamara said. “How do you see that working in this town?”

“Easy. You go to the Episcopal Church and have a ceremony.” He snapped his fingers. “Done.”

“Dad, do you really think anyone in this town would be okay with that?” Katy’s distrust was clear on her face. “They’re mostly like Mom. She kicked me out as soon as I was 18 and disowned me because I’m an evil, wicked sinner. With all your campaign talk of ‘small-town values’ I thought you’d treat me the same.” 

“Listen, I don’t know what ‘small-town values’ means in the big city, but I’ve made it clear what it means to me. At least in town-hall meetings and campaigns.” Jim sighed. “It means that drug dealers go to jail, addicts go to rehab, and if I find out who’s stealing parts from the wrecking yard they’re going to work it off. It means we’re all like family, and we take care of our own.”

Katy grabbed Tamara’s hand. “Do you really think we could walk down the street like this and not get called names, or beat up, or worse?”

“Do I think it won’t rile anyone up? No,” he said. “Do I think they’ll get over it in time? Sure. Just like they did over Tamara herself, once they got to know her. There’s one or two who won’t, but they don’t matter anyway. And what idiot would be stupid enough to assault a law enforcement officer? Especially one that can kick their ass?”

“The Simmons already call me some pretty horrible things.” Tamara sighed. “Of course the rebel flags and swastika tattoos make their feelings pretty obvious.”

“I wouldn’t worry over-much about them. Boys like that have a tendency to put themselves behind bars.” Jim pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. “If y’all don’t mind, I’m ordering pizza for dinner.”

“Sure, dad, pepperoni please.” Katy’s expression was mixed, somewhere between stunned and relieved, with a touch of awkwardness thrown in.

Jim looked at the two, still holding hands. “Now if y’all don’t cheer up and hug or something I’m gonna eat by myself.”

The two smiled and hugged, sharing a chaste kiss. “Don’t get carried away now,” Jim said. “And if I ever find out you hit my little girl, I’ll bury you, Pike.”

“Dad!” Katy pulled Tamara close. “She doesn’t hit me,” she said. Then in a low voice added “unless I ask her to.”

Jim’s ears and cheeks grew pink. “Oh, the club…, no, no no no no no! Too much information! I can’t know that about you! I’m going to go bleach may brain until the pizza gets here.”

Tamara laughed. “I guess you’re right, Jim. Nothing’s changed at all.”