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EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK:
Setting Up My Alibi
He said, “Do
you have ten dollars on you?”
“Yes.”
“Give it to
her.
She has agreed
to be part of your alibi. The bartender and I will vouch for you
and if the police come in here, we’ll tell them you’ve been with
us for four hours.... that is long before the fight at the club
happened, right?”
“Yes.”
Normally I
would have balked at the thought of spending twice the fare for
a hooker’s services, but at that moment I felt that my
predicament called for special exceptions.
He called over
to the bartender and spoke to him in Spanish. The bartender
winked. “Si!”
I gave the girl
ten dollars as she reflexively rubbed my dick with even more
enthusiasm, “You want to be friends? You want to cush-cush?”
Both of these
questions were her way of asking if I wanted to have sex.
Despite my
dangerous predicament and sharp anxiety, in response to her
attentions, my penis swelled to painful dimensions.
“Si, maybe
later,” and I bought her a tiny beer.
The expatriate
smiled as noticed the hooker rubbing my member, “Here, put on my
jacket and keep it on until you take your new “friend” to the
back for some cush-cush in the bush, bush.”
Within fifteen
minutes two Mexican policemen came into the bar. I was
practically shitting my pants; especially since I knew I stood
out like a sore thumb.
As they came
in, their eyes scanned the room like birds of prey looking for a
specific mouse. Both of them were eyeing me as they chatted with
the bartender. Finally, they came over to me.
I was asked if
I had been at the New Year’s Club within the previous
hour-and-a-half. I told them I had been at this club, with the
lady, for four or more hours. I held my breath and hoped my new
friend would back me up as he said he would.
In my stressed
state, I imagined he was setting me up so he could pull the rug
out from under me at the last second – just for kicks. I had
visions of a Mexican prison and hellish conditions.
My newfound
friend spoke up to the police officers. They all seemed to know
each other personally. I could not understand what was being
said, but he seemed to be telling them that we all had been
hanging out together for the evening.
The bartender
and the hooker also spoke to them in Spanish.
One of the
officers didn’t seem convinced. He looked like a death camp
commando and he was giving me the hairy eye.
His manner
spoke of a stone cold killer. His suspicious eyes scanned my
entire body, paused on the hooker’s hand rubbing my swollen
cock. He was a man whose eyes missed nothing. He grunted
perceptively; for him, all of this was business as usual.
Quickly his assassin
eyes scanned back to my face.
“Su documentes
senor!’
His commanding voice
sounded suave and corrupt.
An icy hand of fear
gripped my testicles.
“Por favor.”
Now he mocked politeness.
I handed him my
Marine Corp military identification card.
He looked at it
and sneered. In stilted English he barked, “Ha! Marine! Always
faithful?”
I looked
stupidly at him wondering why he was questioning my
faithfulness.
He laughed with
contempt and barked again, Semper fidalis?
Embarrassed I
replied, “Yes sir, si!”
The expatriate
speaks up quickly, rattling away in Spanish. His tone was
smooth, cajoling, ingratiating, and conspiratorial. Mr. Death
commando seemed reluctantly mollified and turned away.
They turned
their attentions back to my benefactor, clapping my newfound
friend on the back as if they were inviting him over to a Sunday
brunch.
I had the
feeling that my friend and the police were more than just casual
acquaintances.
They all
laughed and then the officers apologized for any inconvenience
or worry that I might have felt from their questions.
When they left,
I let out a long stress-relieving sigh, I said, “I thought they
were going to pull me in anyway.”
“They were, but
I told them that you were the son of a good friend of mine from
Stateside and had just joined the Marines. You had been
out and about, but had been here for four or five hours.
The one cop was
cool with it, but the other guy is sometimes a by-the-book kind
of fellow who likes to put on the squeeze.
I told them I
would consider it a personal favor if they would not hassle you,
but rather leave you here under my watchful eye.” He winked and
said, “It helps when you do business with these guys.”
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