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The Phone Call
A Short Story By:
Chip Ragsdale
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Chip was calling his wife Robin to discus what they were going to have for dinner that evening.
As Chip waited for Robin to answer her phone, he watched the television.
These are the images that Chip was presented with as he waited for Robin to answer her telephone.
Antonio, a young man in his mid thirties was reaching both his hands towards the girl sitting next to him.
What his intentions are is unknown.
The girl’s name is Melisa and she appears to be about the same age as Antonio.
She sits motionless in her chair.
Afraid to move.
Afraid to look away.
Her hands are on her lap.
His hands are moving closer.
Her eyes are watching Antonio’s hands move towards her.
Watching them with great concern.
Melisa’s breathing quickens.
Barely filling her lungs.
She is afraid to show any movement from her body.
Fearing it would cause Antonio’s hands to reach for her much quicker.
Her heart starts to beat faster.
Antonio’s hands are ever so close now.
Melisa closes her eyes.
She can only hope to be protected by the darkness.
Melisa waits bravely.
She is ready to receive her fate.
Ready to except Antonio’s approaching hands.
She realizes from his touch, that her hand was the object of his reach.
Upon their arrival, Antonio places her hand into his own.
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Opening her eyes Melisa could see that Antonio was looking at her.
His was looking directly into her eyes.
He was looking deeply into them as if searching for a lost or misplaced item.
Lowering his head slightly as if avoiding the awkwardness of the moment.
He looks away.
Giving the impression he was about to confess something.
Or maybe to reflect on the importance of what he had just seen.
He did neither.
Instead, in a voice that was kind and caring he begins to speak to Melisa.
“Melisa I know you’re a good woman.”
“I know you love me and care about me.”
“You have stood beside me through all the difficulties of our relationship.”
“You are truly a wonderful person.”
“I also know that it’s not easy finding a person like you these days.”
“A person who is so caring.”
“So kind and so giving.”
“Someone who loves you all the time.”
“Someone who wants to share that love with you all the time.”
“Someone who wants to give their love forever and always.”
“During the past few days that we have been together you showed me a different side of yourself.”
“You explained to me the issues in our relationship that you were concerned about.”
“And I promised that I would change for you.”
“Melisa, I have something very important I want to say to you.”
“I’ve wanted to say this for some time now.”
He pauses again.
This time Antonio seems to be studying the words he is about to speak next to Melisa very carefully.
Aware of Antonio’s pause, Melisa realizes that this would be a good time for her to “pause” also.
She needs this moment to gather her thoughts.
You could almost hear what she must have been thinking at that very moment.
“Is he going to ask me to marry him?”
“Is that what this is all about?”
“Did he set this all up just for me.”
“Oh my God, Is he going to ask me to marry him right here, right now?”
“I can not believe this is finally going to happen to me.”
You knew from her expression that she was anticipating a proposal of marriage.
There was no mistaking that look.
That look a women gets when she is ready to submit totally to a man upon his request.
That look that says “Take me…I’m yours.”
She was now trying to maintain her composure.
Trying to fight the urge to jump up and down and start screaming out her joy.
Her emotions at this moment were rising within her causing her to show a slight sign of fatigue.
You knew that she was denying the request from her heart to release her tears of joy.
But Melisa refuses to cry right now and her tears were held at bay for the moment.
She knows they are waiting.
They are desiring their freedom.
She also knew that their next request for escape…would not be denied.
A glassy-eyed stare at Antonio was the only action she was capable of performing at the moment.
Was she thinking of how wonderful her life with Antonio would be?
Was she dreaming of the Honeymoon that they would take…where would they go?
Was she imagining writing her name for the first time as the newly weed “Mrs. Antonio”?
Antonio is showing signs that he is still preparing the words he wants to say to Melisa.
A peaceful look of serenity has now taken it’s place onto Melisa’s face.
Melisa sits calmly and takes a deep breath.
Signaling to the world and to Antonio that she has made her decision.
She is ready now.
She knows what her answer to Antonio will be when he asks her to marry him.
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Antonio was beginning to stand up now.
Announcing through his gestures that the big moment was here.
He was ready to get started.
A new look of confidence has come over Antonio now.
As he turned and faced Melisa, she could see a slight smile forming in the corners of his mouth.
Melisa prepared herself.
Sitting in full readiness for what was to come.
Her heart bursting with joy and anticipation.
The big moment was here.
Antonio looking at Melisa kneels down on one knee before her.
He leans his upper body closer to her, making the moment appear more intimate.
A dramatic moment of silence follows as Antonio prepares himself.
Looking into Melisa’s eyes he takes her hands into his.
Then, in a voice that Melisa had never heard Antonio use before, he begins to speak.
“Melisa, have you been happy with me these past few days?”
“Have you been enjoying yourself?”
Antonio’s face now shows a look of irritation as he waits for her response.
Antonio asks his questions again.
This time his presentation of them was like that of a drill Sargent.
His voice had taken on another new tone that also was unfamiliar to Melisa.
Instead of talking, it became a form of yelling.
This new tone caused Melisa to be taken a-back as she was starting to answer his questions.
She finally responded.
Her voice was distant and trembling.
“Yes I have Antonio.”
“I have been very happy with you and have enjoyed these past days very much.”
Antonio’s slight smile now turned into a full grin stretching from ear to ear.
Melisa could only sit and watch as Antonio began changing right before her eyes.
He was changing from someone she thought was about to ask her to marry him.
He was changing to the insensitive, cruel man standing before her now.
She thought back to their conversations earlier and how Antonio said that he was sorry for all his wrong doings.
He said that he understood the issues she was having concerning their relationship.
He understood and he would “Change” just for her.
Antonio promised that he would not treat her like he had in the past.
That he would be kinder.
That he would be more understanding.
Was this the new “Kinder” Antonio that he promised?
Was this the new “Sensitive and Loving” Antonio that was promised to her?
You could see that Melisa was frantically searching for answers to questions that were coming at her too fast.
Opening door after door to see if she could find the explanation as to why Antonio was acting like this.
She did not have time to answer her own questions concerning her fears and doubts at this moment.
Yet Antonio was demanding answers to his questions…right then, right now!
Earlier Antonio had told her that he was sorry for the things that have happened between them in the past.
Many of them caused by Antonio’s self-admitted lack of patients and his bad temper.
But he was sorry for all that now.
He was going to be a different person now.
A better person.
He was going to change.
He was going to change just for her.
He promised that she would see this “Big Change” in him real soon.
She told him that this was all she ever wanted from him.
For him to just be with her, to share each others life together.
To make her feel that he wanted to be with her as much as she wanted to be with him.
To make her feel good about their relationship.
She had explained to Antonio that she felt that he at times acted like he didn’t want her around.
“Leave me alone” were words that Melisa had heard many times from Antonio, she reminded him.
She had also explained to Antonio that she felt at times she was stuck in some sort of a play.
A play that Antonio was the Writer, Producer and Director of.
It seemed to her that everything was planed out for her.
Where she was to go and when she could go there.
Who she could see…and who she couldn’t see.
If she questioned Antonio about anything concerning what he was doing, there would be hell to pay for such treason.
She explained that she felt that Antonio was playing the lead character in his play.
A character only reading his lines and performing the actions that are issued to him from his script.
A script that he created for himself for the character that performed in his nightly play “My Unhappy Life With Melisa”.
Melisa told him of the weakness she felt with controlling her own life.
She saw all the changes happening around her.
But felt powerless to do anything about it.
She tolerated all these things because Antonio had told her that he loved her.
She wanted to believe that he loved her so badly she confessed to him.
The thought of him not loving her would be too much for her to take.
Was this just a lie to keep her under his control, she had asked him.
She explained to him about the fears, the anxiety, the doubts she was having concerning their relationship.
She was fearful that she wasn’t appealing to him anymore.
This caused her to feel moments of great anxiety.
Ending with her doubting her own self worth.
How she struggles each day to find anything good from all the bad that was issued daily from Antonio.
How she questioned what was going on in their relationship…and what was NOT going on.
“Why am I alone most of the time?”
“Why do I have to make most of our relationship decisions by myself?”
“Why do I always feel Antonio would rather be some place else than to be with me?”
“That he would rather be with someone else than be with me?”
“Why am I constantly asking these same questions over and over again:”
Antonio confessed to her his guilt once more to all the above charges and asked for Melisa’s forgiveness.
Melisa asked all these questions of Antonio.
Again he promised he was going to change and that she would “See a new Antonio real soon.”
These were comments from their earlier conversation.
What was happening now was a total reversal of those moments of confession and forgiveness.
A look of desperation now appeared on Melisa’s face.
“Was this the “BIG CHANGE” that Antonio had promised me?”
Melisa realizes that it is.
She is aware of his deceit now.
Antonio starts to speak again.
“You know those things I was telling you before?”
“About how great everything is and how wonderful you are?”
“Well everything isn’t great; everything isn’t wonderful…for me!”
“It’s all peaches and cream to you…but it’s sour grapes to me!”
“You’re just this little perfect bubble floating along…everything is so wonderful.”
“Well I’m bursting that bubble right now.”
“I’m sick of it.”
“I’m sick of it all.”
“I’m sick of you and your caring.”
“And you’re giving.”
“And you’re perfect little world.”
“Your perfect everything.”
“You’re driving me crazy!.”
“All you want to do is stay home and be together.”
“To sit around and just talk.”
“Well I need a lot more than that honey!”
“I deserve better than that.”
“I need to get out and have fun.
“Not just sit around the house and grow old with you and have none.”
“I haven’t got time for that.”
“You know what?”
“I haven’t got time for you either.”
“I haven’t loved you for a long time now and guess what?”
Antonio pauses.
This was to be his final pause.
For he had finished Act I: The Setup.
Antonio started to speak again.
He picked up from where he left off.
Not missing a single beat.
“I’m seeing someone else!”
There was silence.
It was an eternity of silence for Melisa.
Antonio had completed Act II: The Offering of Melisa .
Using his words as his dagger, Antonio pierces Melisa’s heart and drives those words deep within it.
He drove it deeper than anyone has ever gone before.
And now…no one ever will again.
Antonio brakes the silence.
“I’ve been seeing them for over three months now and I’ve fallen in love with them, and I know they love me.”
Antonio now had finished performing Act III: The Sacrifice.
What wondrous glory he shall receive…
Once the final blow is released
“I don’t want to be with you any more Melisa!”
“I’m going to be with someone else now.”
“When we leave here today…that’s it.”
“I’m through with you!”
“You’re going home alone!”
As his final words were delivered.
They gave Antonio the power and strength he needed to push his dagger of words.
To push his dagger all the way through her heart to her very soul.
Scaring her for eternity.
No mercy was shown.
Act IV: The Killing of Melisa had ended.
The play was over.
Melisa sat motionless.
It was as though an invisible force field had suddenly engulfed her entire body.
It’s force restricting even the slightest movement from her.
As she tried to understand what had just happened to her, she became overcome with a sense of presence.
A sense that she was being looked at through a microscope.
Every move, every gesture was being watched and analyzed.
She was right.
Everyone was watching her.
Everyone was analyzing her.
The director-The host-The audience-The cameras and about fourteen million television viewers.
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Melisa was on the newest TV showing sensation…
Fifty-Fifty
When you were invited to appear on this show you never knew what was going to happen to you.
You had a 50% chance of…
1: You’ll be totally humiliated.
– OR –
2: You’ll have something wonderful happen to you.
Melisa knew which percentage group she had fallen into.
Yes they were all looking.
They were all analyzing.
All were waiting for her to respond.
The Director, the Host and the audience are all waiting.
They were in full anticipation of the battle that was about to take place.
But it wasn’t happening.
Why wasn’t Melisa fighting back?
Moments passed.
Uncomfortable moments of silence!
Then finally in a voice weak with desperation.
A voice that could have only come from the purest of instincts within her, Melisa asks.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“You told me you loved me.”
This wasn’t the correct response the director and the audience was hoping for.
But it was good enough to set off Antonio.
He began performing the usual ritual of yelling obscenities.
Doing a song and dance of defiance and arrogance.
Again…no reaction from Melisa.
She still would not fight back.
She only sat in shock using disbelief as her source of protection.
Tears now appeared in the corners of her eyes.
Their request for release is coming.
The cameras are all still pointed at Melisa.
All are waiting for her to perform for them.
To give them the usual, predictable reaction.
They needed the Fight, the Confrontation, the Hatred.
It still did not happen.
The cameramen begin to scramble as The director is screaming orders now to them through their headsets.
“Get me a better shot!”
Screaming his commands as though he was involved in a fierce battle.
War was at hand!
“Okay then” the host starts to say sensing the awkwardness.
“Let’s bring out this New Lover and find out just what’s going on here.”
“Please welcome Alex.”
The audience goes wild at seeing a man come out.
They could see the humiliation Melisa felt at this moment.
After all her man was dumping her for another man!
The two men rush to each other.
Hugging and kissing as the audience encourages and begs them for more.
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Antonio turns to Melisa and says “You don’t give me what I want anymore.”
“Alex knows how to make me happy, he makes me feel good.”
“He satisfies me in every way.”
“And in bed he’s got it all over you.”
“All you do is lay there and want to cuddle.”
“I need a lot more than that from my lover.”
Antonio now turns to Alex who was watching his attack on Melisa with great pleasure.
Indicating by a twist of his head towards Melisa, Antonio turns her over to Alex.
Alex starts to speak to Melisa.
“That’s right honey.”
“You’re man’s leaving you for me!”
“You’re nothing to him anymore…
NOTHING!“
“He’s a lot happier with me.”
“And how do I know that?”
“He tells me so every time we have sex.”
“Do you think you can compete with someone like me?”
With that comment Alex turns to the audience and rips open his shirt exposing his upper torso
He starts to dance and move about the stage to the beat of the audience chanting.
“Take it off, Take it off, Take it off.”
He turns back to face Melisa again and says.
“You ain’t nothing breeder!”
“Do yourself a favor and go home to your mamma!”
The two men now stood in front of Melisa together.
Still, there was no reaction from her.
This was not good for the show.
“Okay then.”
“Now Antonio, you say that you want to leave Melisa to be with Alex?”
The host continued, attempting to draw the attention away from a non-responding Melisa.
“That’s right, he’s my man now and I love him!” Antonio replied.
He now garbed the back of Alex’s head and pulled it to him kissing Alex on his mouth.
Antonio made sure Melisa could see his tongue slide into Alex’s mouth.
He knew this would upset her to have to watch such a thing.
Antonio positioned himself and Alex so that Melisa would clearly see what he was about to do to Alex.
Alex raises up Antonio’s shirt and starts to kiss Antonio’s chest.
Licking and sucking on his nipples.
Melisa could only sit and stare into the nothingness.
Antonio and Alex continued to perform for the audience and the viewers at home.
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The host realizing things were starting to get a little out of hand.
Not wanting to lose control of the show the host attempts to get Alex’s attention.
“Well Alex, Antonio says that he loves you and wants to be with you, not with Melisa anymore.”
“Do you feel the same way about him?”
Alex quickly responds.
He turns to the host leaving Antonio to have his way with Melisa.
“I did…at one time.” he replies.
Alex turns towards Antonio, who was still heckling Melisa.
Antonio was now laughing at Melisa.
He was enjoying her pain knowing there was nothing she could do to change what was happening to her.
Alex, a little upset that Antonio did not hear or respond to the comment he just made, repeated it.
“Yes_I_did_at_one_time!”
Each word spoken slowly and precisely.
“But_I_don’t_anymore!”
This time he had Antonio’s full attention.
Alex walks casually over to Antonio looking him up and down slowly as he approaches.
He walks right up to Antonio only inches from him…face to face.
Alex begins to speak.
“So Antonio, are you enjoying your little victory over here with Melisa.
“Are you?”
“Well you know we’ve had some fun times together too, and you amused me for awhile.”
“That’s over now honey.”
“You think you’re a Player, like your stuff is all that?”
“Well I’m a Player too!”
“Ever since you started planning to Play Melisa and dump her on this show, I started a plan too”
“A plan to Play you.”
“And guess what sucker YOU’VE JUST BEEN PLAYED by the MASTER PLAYER because I’ve found someone else too.”
“Someone who puts me in the MIST Honey!”
“So you can just go back over there with the little breeder friend you came here with because…”
“I’m_through_with_you!”
“Let’s bring out Presley.”, the host says while smiling and pointing towards a curtain.
Another male guest comes out onto the stage.
The audience goes insane.
They loved it.
…in one show.
Presley immediately runs over to Antonio.
They both start pushing and punching and slapping and pointing fingers at each other.
All the while shouting and proclaiming that they were the better person for Antonio.
Each was much better than the other could ever be.
This was especially true about Presley.
He was a “Transgender, Transvestite, Gay, LGBT and a Q-R-S-T-U-V-W-X-Y and a Z “
So he REALLY knew what a man wanted.
And how to give it to him…according to him.
The director smiled as well as the host of the show.
This was more like it.
This was Television Heaven!
Throughout all of this, Melisa sat still in her seat.
She was now weeping quietly to herself; her tears had finally made their escape.
You barely notice her on the television screen now for she was of no use to them any more.
They had all gotten what they wanted from her.
The camera panned away never showing her again.
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“The crowd seems to have grown over the past few minutes Bob.”
“You’re right Bill, there seems to be a group organizing and they are chanting something…let’s listen in.”
“We give to the Rich_we give to the Poor_Middle Class says_we won’t give no more!”
“We give to the Rich_we give to the Poor_Middle Class says_we won’t give no more!”
These were the first sounds heard as the channel was changed revealing yet another human drama.
This one was happening live.
The voices were chanting in unison.
Which made them sound like a well rehearsed orchestra rather than a crowd of disgruntled Protesters.
They chanted as a group.
One could clearly hear each protesters personal tragedy as it blended with the others to form that one voice.
A protester’s sign reflected the same words as their chant.
They were only a small group of people.
Some of the last remaining so called “Middle Class Citizens” trying desperately to attract attention to their cause.
They were protesting a New Federal Government Regulation.
A Regulation to grant a territorial change that would allow the cities Right of Eminent Domain area to increase.
This new “Regulation” would allow the City to seize Land when they deemed necessary within these new boundaries.
This wasn’t just any Land.
Oh no…this was Land that was within the Middle Classes suburban neighborhoods.
It didn’t matter what the concerns of the Middle Class were anymore.
Their numbers have been decreasing over the years.
Sinking below the Rich and now below the Poor.
Condominiums, a Golf Course, a Mega Shopping Center, a Movie Complex and a new City Hall.
These were needed for the betterment of the Community as a whole.
And besides, pay backs have to be paid.
The contributors to the Politicians re-election campaign want something in return for their generous contributions.
Middle Classes Land was needed to build these new Mega-Structures on and to pay back debts owed…end of conversation!
The Poor had no land left to take.
The Government, The Rich, Big Business and Religions were unwilling to give up any of theirs.
The Poor were always expecting something for nothing, always with their hands out.
Not willing to give anything in return…why would they?
They got their needs taken care of…Free.
And if they didn’t…
They would use the power of their “Righteous Representatives” to point fingers at the right people.
Knowing that they would give into their unwarranted pressure and pay for debts that were not owed by them.
Failing in that approach, Boycotting was their second option.
Third option…Rioting
They usually got what they wanted before the Second option, and definitely before the third options have to be initiated.
It was not the Poor’s fault totally.
The Government, Religion, Big Business and the Rich had their hands in that pot also.
Creating Programs to help them through their unfair and undeserved hardships.
Giving so much money for each child in a house hold…now they have more children.
Giving so much for being a single parent…now they don’t marry, they just live together.
Giving so much for not having a job…now they do not look for work, they collect Unemployment.
Giving so much money for not having food…now they get Food Stamps.
Giving so much because they can’t afford to live…now they collect Welfare.
Giving so much because they can’t afford Health Insurance…now they use Medicaid.
Free Phones, Free assistance with Heating Bills, Cheaper Home Interest loans, Civil Rights, Unions, Free Food Banks, Free Clothing.
In the end, these Programs and others like them become the very reason why the Poor want to stay poor.
At least to keep the Classification of being Poor.
After all, if you crossed the line that set the difference between being “Poor” to being a “Dependable, Responsible Citizen”.
Then “You” would not be “Poor” anymore.
That meant “You” had to “Work everyday”.
“You” had to “Pay Your bills”.
“You” had to provide for “Your families needs”.
“You” had to make “Your own ends meet”.
It also meant that “You” would get nothing “Free” anymore.
That was too much to ask of them.
Most have become content in their daily lives of taking.
Besides…it’s a hard habit to break.
The Rich were untouchable.
Especially when they used their endless stream of Lawyers and Loopholes to avoid anything and everything.
Yes they gave on the surface.
They gave their donations or their support to local Charity Groups and the Community.
As long as the spotlight points on them to show how great they are for the wonderful deed they had performed.
They at least expect to be given a modest kickback of some sort.
They paid their Taxes with the guarantee of getting most of it back through one Deduction or another.
They give.
They give a lot…only if they got something in return.
And what about giving to the Poor?
Well that was not for them.
The Poor did not deserve to get anything of “Theirs”…after all it was “Theirs!”
They earned it, and they plan to keep it…and they have a Lawyer and a Loophole that says they can!
Big Businesses now hinge on the fine line of Profit or Treason.
Betraying the people and their Country has become common place among them.
Most now send their work to the cheapest bidder in other Countries.
Rather than create a healthy economy in their own Country.
Denying their fellow Countrymen decent opportunities of employment.
The promise for a better life for themselves and their families.
Betraying all for profit.
Profit over people…the Shareholders wouldn’t have it any other way.
The Government and Religions both practicing their politics as usual.
Both promising what they had promised the year before and the year before that.
Each desires you to follow their beliefs blindly.
Follow without question or rot in jail or spend the rest of eternity in Hell.
All promising that this time, they will keep their promise, to keep their promise.
Promising everyone that their needs will be met by the one you elect into Office.
Or by the one you pay your money to for your ticket to Heaven.
Promising their voices will be heard by the newly elected or by the God they created.
Not much had changed in the structure of these Organizations from the “Days of Old” either.
The days of Kings and Queens.
They controlled it all.
They had their Armies and their Police to control the people and other would-be invaders.
They would crush you for any defiance of their Rule.
No, not much has changed form those…
“Days of Old” indeed.
The Middle Class…they were expected to take the brunt of it all.
The other Groups required support for them to exist.
They needed dependable People to work the meaningless jobs that were left for them to choose from.
They needed Followers to fill their collection baskets.
To pay for the golden houses filled with idols they displayed for their Worshipers and to support their Tax-less livelihoods.
They needed their Vote to keep their Parties in Office, and to maintain their lavish lifestyles.
They were needed to pay for the Programs that all the other Groups held their monies back from.
Holding back so that the ‘Underprivileged’ can stay just that…
UNDER THE PRIVILEGED!
Middle class worked for them all and had to support them all in their lifestyles and in their very control over themselves.
The other Groups depended upon Middle Classes sense of Morality…although all of theirs was gone.
They depended upon Middle Class for their sense of right and wrong .
Although they had all lost theirs long ago.
They depended upon Middle Class to be fearless and dependable.
Although they are fearful and unreliable.
The Rich enjoyed a comfortable lifestyle with the Government and the Religions.
Each buying their way in and out of the many beds they were offered or offered to each other.
The Poor were there for proof that the Existence and the need for a Government and a Religion were a necessity.
Entities that lead and took care of these poor, unfortunate, misguided wretches.
For all of them to accomplish and maintain their need of existence, they would need the Middle Class.
Middle Class never had a chance from the day it was created unanimously by all the Other Classes.
Now the Government wanted the Middle Class to give more.
To give more for the ‘Betterment’ of all the concerning parties, excluding themselves.
That was one of the problems with being Middle Class these days.
All the programs created for the Rich and the Poor were not as easily available to the Middle Class.
If you needed help in a time of trouble…little help was available to you.
You either made too much money or you did not make enough money to qualify for that particular service.
Be it for food, rent assistance or jobs.
If you complained, you were made to feel that you were taking from the Poor or stealing from the Rich.
Nothing ever worked out in your favor except the money that worked out of your pockets.
This money went to support the ever needy Groups that were above you in the Food-Chain of Power and Existence.
The Government was claiming that this was an action of Eminent Domain…of course they would.
“This will be executed for the betterment of the People and the City as a whole.”
The small group of Protesters claiming foul play.
That it was “Only being executed for the betterment of big business and their profits.”
Who was right?
It didn’t matter.
No one really cared anymore.
These types of protest rallies were rarely seen now days.
Their outcome was always predictable: Nothing changed and nothing accomplished.
The Media only showed their fruitless attempts if they were having a slow News day.
Their only hope of an entertainment value was if an occasional Protester got out of control.
It was a positive that you will see a good beating then.
Today’s protest caught the interest of the News Services.
Only because a rumor of possible violence had been leaked to them from an unknown source.
On the TV two newscasters appeared.
They were covering this story and were speaking to each other.
Let’s listen in…
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“That’s quite a catchy chant the Protesters are using this time wouldn’t you say so Bob?”
“I’ll have to agree with you on that Bill.”
“It reminds me of the one that was used during the very first Middle Class Protest.”
“I believe that turned out to be a number one hit on the charts a few years after that.”
“You know the one I’m talking about don’t you?”
“I think it sounded something like…”
“Sorry to interrupt you Bob but there seems to be a scuffle going on at the left corner of the “No Cross Zone”.
“The authorities have been having a heck of a time up in that area all morning.”
“You’re right on that one Bill.”
“Seventeen protesters have been taken to the hospital already since the protest started earlier this morning.”
“And that was only forty five minutes ago Bob.”
“Can you imagine what the number will be by the end of the day?”
“I understand there’s a Pool going on down among the Camera Crew on how many may be hurt by Noon.”
“I’d like to get twenty in on that…Back to you Bill.”
“Thanks Bob.”
“According to the ‘OLE Weatherman it’s gonna be a good one for the Protesters today.”
“Sunny skies all day today.”
“The Protesters couldn’t have picked a better day to do their complaining Bob.”
“That’s right Bill.”
“There’s not a chance of rain all week as a matter of fact.”
“Nothing worst than having the weather add to your troubles.
“Wait a minute I see a group of Officers pulling someone off to the side.”
“It looks that way Bob.”
“Trouble again in that upper left “No Cross Zone.”
“The Officers have safely moved that protester into their total control.”
“You see this type of strategy being used today a lot.”
“The Officers target individuals in the crowd whom they feel might be attempting to cause trouble.”
“They’ll then have their Undercover guys who are in the crowd seamlessly work these guys over to a safer area.”
“Then, another group of Officers will confine them till they feel he or she is or isn’t a threat.”
“That’s a lot of knowledge on the subject Bob.”
“How’d you come by all that information?”
“Been down there in the trenches with the Protesters?”
“Just kidding.”
“But seriously Bob, now the Protesters claim that they have proof …oh wait a minute!”
“There’s been a breach of the right side of the No Cross Zone.”
“Five…no six protesters have made it through the barriers. Look at them go.”
“I have to tell you Bill I’m impressed!”
“These Protesters never give up.”
“They have developed some new strategies this season.”
“They divert the attention away from their primary target.”
“They do that several times.”
“Then when the other person is not looking.”
“WHAM.”
“They hit their prime target that now has been less guarded.”
“And they make it to the other side…pretty impressive”
“They’ll never know what hit them.”
“Looks like some Officers are gonna get ‘a talking to’ when this is over with for that slip up.”
“You’re absolutely right about that Bob.”
“These Officers should know these strategies…”
“Hold on Bill, I see the Officers caught two of those six that slipped through that right ‘No Cross Zone’.”
“You know Bob these guys…Ouch!“
“That’s gotta hurt. Those Police Batons might be small but boy do they hurt”
“Like I was saying Bob these Officers…”
“Oh my, I’m sure that one really hurt, right in the head with that one.”
“Once again you’re right about that Bill.”
“Like I was saying you’re…Oh my the police are busy now.”
“It seems the Protesters broke through the barricades again.”
“I’m sure those two Protesters wish they had stayed on the other side of the barricades…Ouch!, I felt that one.”
“They say a person can only take one of those…oh boy I think they are going to need a medic for this one”
“It’s a Free-For-All out there now Bill.”
“Boy oh boy…It’s a Hell of a day out on the streets today!”
Music Bar
The next channel was presenting a new game.
Explosions, missals, aircraft dropping payloads onto their targets.
It looked awesome!
38 Fighters and 3,000 weapons to choose from.
Wear your Name Tags so they’ll know where to send the body after this Game…
DESTROYS YOU!
“Order now.”
“Only $19.99.”
“Order right now…”
“And we’ll throw in free all 987 Expansion Packs to the game.”
“You’ll never have to come out of your room ever again.”
Once again the command came from Chip’s brain.
“Change it.”
With one push of a button, in a flash, it was gone.
The power of the remote conquerors all.
Music Bar
Good Morning…Good Morning!
Now, the sound of a familiar song fills the room.
Two children are attempting to amuse the viewer’s senses.
The duo dance about in a kitchen.
Apparently enjoying life to it’s fullest: being here in the right now.
No past to remember.
No future to worry about.
Only the joy of feeling perfect, being perfect, in total control of the environment and all in it.
In the background their father is carrying a large can of soda across the kitchen.
He goes over to the refrigerator and puts the soda into it.
“Good morning children” the man says as he sleepily scratches his head and gives a good morning stretch.
“How about something to drink?” he asks them.
He starts to grab some of the soda he had just placed in the refrigerator.
The two children are now starring at their father in horror.
The little girl shrieks out at him “What are you doing?”
“Don’t you know anything?”
The father stupidly looks at them and asks…”What?”
It’s the sons turn now.
“Dad ” he says as he gives his father that look that says…”You’re an idiot. Don’t you know anything?”
The boy then starts to explain the major differences between drinking soda compared to orange juice in the morning.
The boy then proceeds to give a technical explanation describing his body and what it takes to keep it going.
Followed by a scientific breakdown of the properties that make up orange juice.
The father has a mannequin like look on his expressionless face.
A frozen look reflecting the utmost approval, even though he’s not quite sure what it is he’s approving of.
The child is quick to point out that it would be much better if they were to have the orange juice rather than the soda.
The father replies.
“You’re so smart son, of course I’ll give you the juice instead.”
Dad’s expression now was one of familiar bewilderment as he poured the children their glasses of the juice.
As he poured one could almost hear him thinking: “I never knew that.”
“I’ve always wondered why the wife was buying this juice at the store. Hmm”
“That’s more like it.”
“Thanks dad.”
“Thanks for the juice.”
Both children were happy now knowing that they have taught their dad a lesson.
They raise their glasses and drink their drink of victory.
Dad never said a word.
He now is totally distracted by Mom coming into the kitchen.
The music now changes to a sweet sultry sounding piece of music.
The cameras are all pointing to mom now as she walks into the room.
Her hair is magically blowing in a breeze that just happens to blow into the room from somewhere.
It must have been too warm for the house coat this morning for mom is wearing only one of dad’s shirts.
She walks over to where the orange juice is on the kitchen counter and pours herself a glass.
She takes several sips and is suddenly inspired to make several sensual poses holding the glass of juice.
Dad is still just standing there watching each move his wife is making drinking her glass of orange juice.
Lets watch with him.
Dad, still standing in the same spot with the same expression starring lovingly at his wife.
Mom now walks over to the refrigerator.
“Children” dad finally speaks…”I think it’s time for you to go to your rooms and start getting ready for school.”
He says this as his wife starts to bend over while looking in the refrigerator.
“Children…let’s go. Get to your rooms.”
These words come out of his mouth as he realizes that the wife isn’t wearing any panties.
O-oooooo…
Good Morning!
The music continues to play that familiar tune.
Dad turns to the viewer and gives a smile that implies that he is a Happy Camper.
Images of oranges and women are now thrown out at the viewer for their viewing pleasure.
Mom now stands up and turns around holding a carton of orange juice beneath her breasts.
Dad is still just starring.
After all her breasts were right over the orange juice carton.
It was quite clear that her breasts were much larger than the carton that was hiding from view beneath them.
Even the viewer had a hard time seeing and remembering what he was suppose to be looking at.
Or what the point of the add was, or even what the product was that was being promoted.
Product…what product?
She now starts moving and swaying sensuously to a bit of music that comes out of nowhere.
The juice is splashing all over the female’s breasts revealing even more of their detail.
She has now been magically transformed into a living orange that was being peeled by her husbands imagination.
Mom is now holding up the carton of orange juice and proceeds to snuggle the carton.
Hugging it rather passionately between those two most powerful selling mechanisms: her breasts.
What the product was you couldn’t remember; but those breasts, oh yes those Breasts.
The fifth ringing of the telephone on the other end of the line snaps Chip back to reality.
On the sixth ring…Robin finally answers.
As Chip starts to speak with Robin he gets up, shuts the TV off and goes into the kitchen to get something to drink.
For some strange reason he has a deep desire for a glass of orange juice.
As he pours his glass of juice and talks with Robin he thinks to himself…
“Those breasts…oh yes those beautiful breasts!”
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