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