VANISHED: HARMON RABB
By Ultracape
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The men she picks. I mean, look at that bozo. Armani suit, Gucci shoes. If there were a draft, his daddy would probably have bought him out of it. What a total Bozo the Clown, Hey, Lowen the clown. Yeah, I like that.
�He drives a Porsche,� she says. Well, my sweet little Marine, I fly a Tomcat. Dip that in your club soda with lime and stir it.
And Bud, that gignoblobloba you are scarffing down is going to your brain nuts. I do not lose every one of my partners. Okay, well, I guess I do, but not because of other men. Besides, if Mac and I were heating up the sheets, which we�re not (not that I wouldn�t mind a roll in the hay with that bod of hers), there�s no way she would be interested in Lowen the clown or any of the other bozos who come panting after her.
Besides my other partners didn�t leave me, they were transferred. Kate got a better assignment, so did Meg. They got something that they couldn�t get carrying my briefcase. It had nothing to do with me. I mean sure, Kate and I danced the horizontal tango. But, well, it never really meant anything. And Meg, Meg was sweet, too sweet for a pain in the butt like me.
No, I need a real woman, one who knows the score, not some sweet young thing. Why can�t Mac see that�that�that...Lowen the clown doesn�t want a feisty female. He wants some little yes girl to carry his briefcase and warm his bed, someone to laugh at his jokes and make him feel bigger than he is. Well even Mac�s stack won�t make three inches into nine.
What is happening to these people? I mean really, am I the only one who has a clue. F14s just don�t disappear, not down waterspouts, not into alien spacecraft and not into the Bermuda Triangle. And Mac, is encouraging Bud�s fantasies just like she encourages that Clown. Well, she can encourage him all she wants, doesn�t bother me one darn bit, but I would like to see that tattoo of hers. I would really, really like to see that tattoo of hers. And I�d like to arm wrestle her if the stakes were right. Damn it, she�s my partner, the best damned partner I�ve ever had. There�s no way I�m going to let my hormones rule my head with her, no matter how much I want to. She�s just too good a friend for that. Doesn�t she know that? Doesn�t she know what she means to me?
Damn. It can�t be that clown that�s got her so goo-goo-eyed. If she leaves for the civilian lawyer lifestyle, well, if that�s what she wants then there�s nothing I can do. And why would I do anything anyway. It�s not like we�d be able to do anything if, say, one of us were transferred, like Kate, like Meg. I mean, yeah, we�ve been partners and friends and I would like to see her tattoo, but�.
But Bud is�brain nuts�that�s what he is. First the Bermuda Triangle, then alien abductions, and now flying saucers. After working on a carrier I can�t believe he can�t tell afterburners from flying saucers. And those X-Filers had me wearing a blindfold. What I put up with to do my duty sometimes. Now I even have to find a purple water cooler. Wonder if I can get Webb to help out with that one.
Some patriots. They�re nothing but a bunch of Army washouts. I could easily kill them for what they almost did. I�m definitely going to defend the pilot. I mean, let�s face it, in the end he sacrificed his wife and child for his duty to his country. Duty first. That�s a man to emulate. Well, yeah, he did take the F14, but what the H was he supposed to do? I�ll get him off with maybe a reprimand. Besides, if it were me, I�d do the same. Duty first. Well, look at me.
Just look at me. Mac�s going to go off with Lowen the Clown -- like he even knows what sacrifice is, like he�d give up anything for a woman, like he won�t just use her and drop her when he�s bored. And am I trying to get her to stay? No, I�m not. Duty first. That�s integrity. It�s better that way.
Damn, damn, damn. If she leaves me, if she leaves, I�ll, I�ll, damn it. I�ll do my duty.
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