(no subject)
As Deborah turned the volume knob of the VHF radio up, she tried to slightly adjust the thong she was wearing. The feeling of butt floss constantly gripping her crack was an unfamiliar and somewhat disturbing feeling.
She picked up the hand mic, and squeezed the thumb trigger.
“Bravo five, this is alpha base.”
There was a pause. An unnerving silence culled from the high frequency sizzle of the static on the speaker.
“Bravo five, alpha base, do you copy over?”
More pause and sizzle.
Alpha base, bravo five.
“Bravo,” Deborah said. “We have a suspected,” Deborah glanced at the notes she had written. “Uh, vagrant masturbator near the pars course parking area over by Lake Me.”
At times like this, Deborah questioned her ‘second stipend’ with the Sorbonne PD. What was she doing, in a macro sort of way, by being a part of this power structure? Reinforcing a leviathan of man made Judeo Christian based laws. Wearing this horribly sexist get-up - dressed as some fantasyphilic rendition of a Milton undergrad, prancing around the station doing ‘various activities and duties.’ She guessed, after a long ethical discernment, that it beat donating plasma.
William Comparetto
© 2007