11/14/14
Maria got off the airplane and headed into the terminal building. Being the top sergeant in the most elite fighting unit of any army in all of South America, she was allowed to carry her sidearm with her at all times; even on airplanes. She was just returning from the border area where her team of crack fighters were keeping the country safe from the “drug mules” coming down from the big cartels. She was expert at spotting them. And she knew just what to do with them once she saw them. Pa-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-tat! End of problem. Ha, ha, ha!
She was looking forward to a nice long week-end with her husband, Manolo. She had been missing him a lot. Him and his special friend. She blushed just thinking about it. Oh, how she missed him.
Once inside the terminal building she headed to the arrival gates with all the other passengers. After they finished checking her ID, she planned to get her suitcases from the bag claim area then be on her way home. But right away there was a problem.
On the other side of the room she saw her husband, Manolo, fondling a female traveler. Manolo was a security police for the airport and it was his job to help search all the passengers for weapons and illegal things, like drugs and stuff. But it looked like he was going too far. The girl he was searching right now was very pretty, with big thingies, and she was liking the way Manolo was searching her.
“Mo-o-om!” screamed a voice. “Pat’s writing dirty things on the computer again.”
“I am not!” Pat screamed afterwards, then leaned forward to cover the computer screen.
“Oh, really? Then what do you call that?” asked Rebecca.
“It’s just an assignment for school.”
“School?! What class would make you write pornography?”
“It’s not pornography. It’s a drama. And it’s for English class, if you must know.”
“Sure. I really believe that. Hey, I’m bored. Let’s do something.”
“Like what?”
“I dunno. But something.”
“Yeah, ok. Just give me a minute to save this.”
After a few clicks with the mouse, Pat got up and went with Rebecca to her room.
“So, what do you want to do?” Pat asked.
“I don’t know. Do you want to play a board game? Or a card game?”
“No. Would you like to help me act out my drama?”
“Why do you want to play that?”
“I want to figure out how to end it. C’mon, it’ll be fun.”
“What would I have to do?”
“I’ll be the girl-soldier coming home, and you can be my husband.”
“Ew-ww! I don’t want to be a husband. Why don’t you do it? Husband is more your line anyway.”
“Shut up! Forget it. I don’t wanna do it now.”
“How about we walk down to the park?”
“Nah. I’m just going to my room. You do whatever you want.”
A few minutes later Pat was sitting on the floor with a G.I. Joe figure in one hand and a Barbie doll in the other. The dolls were acting out the drama at the airport; in Pat’s voice, of course.
“Maria! What are you doing here?”
“So, you thought when the cat’s away the mouse could play, hmm?”
“No. I was just doing my job.”
“Does your job now include groping girls all day?”
“No. That’s not … Hey! What are you doing? Put your gun away!”
“I’m going to teach you a lesson about cheating on me.”
“Ah, hah!” came Rebecca’s voice from the doorway of Pat’s room.
“What?” said Pat, hastily hiding the Barbie doll.
“I caught you playing with dolls!”
“Nunh uh. This is a G.I. Joe action figure.”
“But the one behind your back is my Barbie. And I can see you trying to push it under the bed.”
“Nunh uh,” said Pat.
“Yeah you did. Well, you can play with it, but don’t get it dirty.”
“I’m not playing with it. Now get out. All the way. And close the door.” Then more softly, “stupid.”
“I heard that!” came Rebecca’s voice through the door.
Pat waited a few seconds to see if Rebecca would throw the door open and shout “ah ha” again, but she didn’t. So the drama continued.
“Maria, you can’t shoot in an airport. You might hit innocent passengers.”
“No I won’t. I’m much too good a shot for that.”
“Well, if you can draw on me, then I can draw on you, too. There! What do you think of that?”
“How dare you! Draw down on me will you? And if anyone hits innocent by-standers it will be you! You couldn’t hit the broadside of a barn.”
“We’ll see about that. Take that! And that! And that!”
“Ha, ha! You missed me. But you did hit three passengers. Now it’s my turn.” Pow, pow, pow! “That’ll teach you. And now one for your little girlfriend too.” Pow!
“Maria blew the smoke from the end of the gun barrel and put it back in its holster,” Pat narrated to the empty room. “Then she walked toward the front door of the airport, waving to the crowds of travelers as they cheered. Ya-aa-aa-ay!! Maria! Maria! Maria! Woo hoo hoo.
“But what’s this? Just as she reaches the front door Manolo’s new girlfriend who was only wounded has snuck up behind Maria while she was blowing kisses to her fans. And the evil girlfriend brings up the gun that she took from Manolo’s lifeless hand, and she levels it at Maria’s back.
“A lady in the crowd screams. Warned that something is happening behind her, Maria turns around. But she is too late. She sees who it is just as the evil girlfriend fires. But Maria manages to draw and shoot as she’s falling to the floor. At least she finished off the enemy before she died.
“Thousands, and millions of people come to Maria’s funeral to mourn the dead hero. While nobody goes to the funerals of Manolo and his girlfriend. And the country never had a hero again. The end.”
The door of the bedroom burst open and Rebecca stuck her head in. “That’s a stupid story. I was out here listening. And if you turn that in you’ll not only get an F, you’ll also get sent to the counselor’s office. It’s that weird, you know.”
“SHUT UP! And get out!”
The Barbie bounced off the door as Rebecca saw it coming and slammed the door shut in time. Pat heard her laughing as her footsteps faded down the hallway.
“It’s my story, I can make it how I want. Besides, it did what I wanted it to do.”
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