Rolie jumped up and jogged across the street. A passing car honked and a man’s voice yelled, “The Gay Pride parade was last week you moron!” His face returned to it’s scarlet sheen because he recognized the voice as a fellow officer in his battalion, he hoped he himself wasn’t recognized! There was a group of people dead ahead, so Rolie veered to the side around some bushes and almost ran into a family sitting on a blanket enjoying the warm morning. A little girl’s voice pipped up, “Oh lookie at his bear! I want one too! Oh PLEASE!?” He was past them in a split second but not before he heard the mother say, “Did he wet himself?”.
This was not going good. Rolie sprinted then hopped a hedge hoping to shortcut across a portion of the commons. He landed in the middle of a half dozen WMs laying on beach towels basking in the sun. In order to keep from trampling them he desperately leaped again but didn’t have the strength and tumbled head over heels over the last two shocked and screaming women. He landed face down in the grass and slid a few feet. The bear tumbled and rolled under a bush. Whoever was operating the speaker could obviously see and hear him.
The little Prissy Sissy bear called out, “OW OW OW OW!!! Help! I lost my sissy! I want my sissy mommy! Ohhhh booo hoooo hoooo! I want my sissy mommy! PRISSY SISSY! WHERE ARE YOU? PRISSY SISSY!!” Crap. Rolie scrambled to retrieve the bear so it would shut up. In order to reach the bear under the bush the Marine was on his knees with his sopping wet butt sticking up in the air.
The Women Marines recovered quickly and took in the scene. Giggles and laughter started to assail the humiliated Marine, then in the worst possible combination of words he heard a voice declare happily, “I know that guy, that’s Lt. McManly!!” A chorus of cheers, jeers, and cat calls quickly followed. Rolie wasn’t about to turn around and show his face to confirm their discovery. He caught hold of the bear and took off running for the van with his arms pumping and his head down.
This was not going well, every turn he made he seemed to run into people. Literally run into people in one instance. Rolie came around a blind corner and plowed into a Gunnery Sergeant. The Sergeant was a monster truck of a man, built out of bricks and pig iron. The Gunny hardly showed a sign of the impact but the Lieutenant came to a spatting halt with his arms and legs wrapped around the Gunny’s midsection. Worst of all, Rolies mouth smacked right into the side of the Gunny’s face leaving a huge lipstick print on the Gunny’s rough cheek.
Rolie fell to the ground on his back stunned and looked up at the Gunny who looked back down at him with a puzzled expression. His eyes went from his urine soaked trousers, up to his tightly clutched sissy bear, up to his silver 1st Lieutenant’s insignia bar then to his bright red painted lips… finally to linger on his “Prissy Sissy” baby bonnet.
The Marine Lieutenant, true to their nature managed to gurgle, “Where’s that salute Sergeant? Did I break your arm?” The unfazed Gunny saluted smartly then strode off mumbling to himself with a deep growl, “Now they got us saluting horse’s.” Rolie gathered himself together and jogged towards the van wanting to get some distance between himself and the Gunny before he discovered that gigantic red kiss on his cheek.
Rolie found a small blanket on the ground, abandoned temporarily by it’s occupant who was otherwise occupied and wrapped it around his waist. He turned along a line of bushes, ducked down and jogged a ways in a crouch position until he was sure that he lost anybody who saw him earlier. With a brisk walk across open lawn, he reached the road of the far side of the commons and crosses the street casually so as not to bring any more attention to himself.
He slid open the side door of the panel van, quickly entered, then slammed it shut again. His first instinct was to check the van for other occupants and to his enormous relief, he discovered that he was completely alone. Well, not quite. The stuffed bear spoke up again. “Quickly now little Prissy Sissy, you will see two boxes, a pink box and a brown box. Remove your wet clothes and put on the clothes in the pink box then put on the clothes in the brown box over them.”
