CHAPTER TWELVE: OPERATION UNDERWAY

    The volunteers drove to the Edmunds Hotel on North Second Street and parked. The rooms on the second floor were rented for the operation.

    After changing into their uniforms in the hotel rooms, they went out at 21:00 to greet the men on the street. A reporter from the Capital Daily Times was there, taking notes.

    Patrick was strolling out of a porno shop at 4740 North Second Street when his attention was diverted by the women. He smiled, and looked at Rebecca. “What’s up with all the cheerleaders?” he asked.

    “We’re not really cheerleaders, we’re here to put the pimps out of business and end the sexual exploitation of women for profit.” Rebecca explained.

    Patrick wondered, “How do you plan to do that?”

    “I’m free tonight.” Rebecca told him.

    Patrick’s mouth popped open.     “You mean…?”

    “I only ask that you be nice to me, and also that you use a condom, which is for your good as well as mine. Let’s take a stroll up to my room at the Edmunds Hotel. This is free of charge.” Rebecca suggested.

    Patrick gladly accepted the offer. Rebecca led him into the lobby of the hotel. Patrick stopped in the lobby. The painting on the wall behind the front desk caught his eye.

    “Is something wrong?” Rebecca asked. “I mean, it’s okay if you change your mind.”

    “Oh, nothing’s wrong,” Patrick replied, “but I’ve never been in here before, and I just noticed that the guy in that painting up there looks just like the guy on the statue in Governor Edmunds Park across the street.”

    The clerk overheard Patrick and explained, “That’s Governor Newton Edmunds. He was governor of the Dakota Territory during the War Between the States.”

    Rebecca led Patrick to Room 214. Patrick asked, “How much time do I have?”

    Rebecca explained, “Well, it’s not really limited. We figure three hours is probably as much as a guy wants. You may take a shower first, and there’s a toothbrush in there for you, and a disposable razor if you want to shave.”

    “All of this is free?” Patrick asked.

    “No charge,” Rebecca assured him. “Tomorrow we’ll be out on the State Capitol grounds, on the North Brookings Street side, and using the Capital City Hotel.”

    Patrick showered, shaved and brushed his teeth, donning only his briefs before stepping out of the bathroom to find Rebecca sitting on the edge of the bed, in a silk blouse, panties, and white stockings. She reached out her arms and he approached her. He ran her hands over his chest.

    “It’s hard to believe you’ll give me all this for free.” Patrick said. He held her in his arms and said, “And there’s no hurry, either. This is beautiful.”

    Rebecca asked Patrick, “If a man is infected with the AIDS virus, and I bring him up here, what would you want to happen?”

    Patrick pondered the question and said, “Well, I definitely wouldn’t want you to get it. You’re nice, you’re sweet.”

    Rebecca told Patrick, “Here’s what I would do.” She opened a drawer and removed an item. “That’s what this pouch is for. I would put this on him, and this flap would cover over his balls. It’s called a cock sock, and I would cuddle up wth him naked, and he could enjoy me while I give him a hand job.”

    Patrick said, “Well, that’s reasonable. He still gets excellent service, and you don’t get infected.”

    Rebecca then asked, “Do you have AIDS?”

    Patrick shook his head. “No, I always use protection.” he assured her.

    Patrick held Rebecca in his arms. He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. “Why do you women do this, if you’re not getting paid?”

    Rebecca replied, “Well, it feels good to be needed, and to be using my power to stop a serious crime. Some prostitutes are forced into action, and the porno businesses are exploiting both the women and the men, to make money. I’m a new student of the Libertarian Temple, and they teach that we must seek out ways to solve problems without government-sponsored violence.”

    Patrick asked, “What’s government-sponsored violence?”

    Rebecca explained, “Like when the cops arrest the hookers for prostitution.”

    Patrick was puzzled. “That’s their job.” he said.

    Rebecca explained, “Just as voluntary intoxication is no excuse for vehicular homicide, voluntary enlistment as a cop is no excuse for unprovoked violence.”

    Patrick asked, “What’s violent about arresting them?”

    Rebecca explained, “Arresting them is what’s violent about arresting them. Making an arrest is an act of violence.”

    Patrick asked, “So are you saying the cops should stop arresting murderers, too?”

    Rebecca answered, “No, because that violence against the murderer is justified. The State has a right to impose that law.”

    Patrick asked, “So then who determines what laws the State has a right to impose?”

    Rebecca replied, “You can, if you want. The West Dakota Legislature can, if they want. However, we who hold correct opinions will compare their determinations against the known correct determinations to see if the answers match, and we will only accept determinations that substantially match the known correct determination.”

    Patrick asked, “What if they disagree with what you people determine?”

    Rebecca explained, “We go by what we determine. Anyway, you’re welcome to learn more. The Libertarian Temple is at South 13th and South Capitol. I’m new there, too, so I’m not really qualified to explain everything to you.”

    Patrick wondered, “So instead of going to prostitutes, you want me to go to the State Capitol grounds and find you, or one of the other volunteers?”

    Rebecca answered, “Or you can find a girlfriend.”

    Patrick told Rebecca, “Nobody wants me. It’s really pathetic to have married women at work telling me that a guy like me should be having no trouble finding a girlfriend, giving me empty assurances that someday I’ll find her, and leaving me to starve.”

    Rebecca asked, “Have you tried the internet?”

    Patrick said, “Yes, I registered on one dating site. Never got any replies.”

    Rebecca enquired, “Did you use a good photo?”

    Patrick answered, “No, I didn’t post a photo.”

    Rebecca suggested, “Well, maybe that’s the problem. Get dressed up, go to a hair stylist and then to a professional photographer, and get your portrait in a .JPG format that you can upload.”

    Patrick lamented, “Somebody told me the ladies don’t want me because I’m always in a bad mood. Well, duh, I’m always in a bad mood because the ladies don’t want me.”

    Rebecca suggested, “When you leave here tonight, maybe you’ll have a smile on your face. On the internet, they can’t tell what kind of mood you’re in. Have you ever had it happen that you heard that a girl liked you, and you wanted to have a conversation, and didn’t have anything to say?”

    Patrick admitted, “Yes, that used to happen when I was a kid.”

    Rebecca said, “I’d suggest taking the woman to a movie, and letting the movie be the material for the conversation.”



HOME PAGE
CHAPTER ONE: THE PARKING LOT
CHAPTER TWO: THE COMPUTER
CHAPTER THREE: THE LOUNGE
CHAPTER FOUR: THE CAFETERIA
CHAPTER FIVE: THE PARTY
CHAPTER SIX: LUNCH
CHAPTER SEVEN: MELISSA WORRIES   
CHAPTER EIGHT: MELISSA’S PROJECT
CHAPTER NINE: THE TEMPLE
CHAPTER TEN: RECRUITMENT
CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE PLANNING
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: OPERATION MOVED
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: GLORIA
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: THE DISCUSSION
GLOSSARY


Copyright 2007 Tom Alciere