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The Sailor's Ruse
Written by: Brandon Snow
Jill stood at a mirror, checking out her ass. The nurse costume was a little too
tight. And Jill loved that.
Jack came out of the dressing room.
“What do you think?” Jack asked.
“Dashing.”
“You hate it.”
“I don’t hate it. It looks good. It’s just-“
“Just what?”
“A sailor? Really? Could you be more obvious? Couldn’t go with air force?”
“What’s gay about a sailor outfit?”
“That’s your defense?"
“It doesn’t matter. Listen, let’s go through it again. I’ll be walking around with my parents, at some point you cross past me. I’ll make some smart-ass remark about you. Dad will egg me on. Like he always does about girls. Except this time, I’m gonna put him in his place. I’ll pull you in. Kiss you. Then you go on your merry way.”
“So, let’s get this straight. Your parents don’t know you got kicked out of the military. They don’t know you don’t like girls. And they don’t remember me?"
“They’re old. They barely recognize each other.”
Jack handed Jill a fifty-dollar bill.
“You don’t have to pay me. I can just help you.”
“Trust me. The money is well worth it.”
Jack checked his watch.
“Alright, my old platoon should be landing in fifteen. Gotta go mix in with the crowd.”
“Good luck."
“Jill. Thank you.”
Jack came out of the dressing room.
“What do you think?” Jack asked.
“Dashing.”
“You hate it.”
“I don’t hate it. It looks good. It’s just-“
“Just what?”
“A sailor? Really? Could you be more obvious? Couldn’t go with air force?”
“What’s gay about a sailor outfit?”
“That’s your defense?"
“It doesn’t matter. Listen, let’s go through it again. I’ll be walking around with my parents, at some point you cross past me. I’ll make some smart-ass remark about you. Dad will egg me on. Like he always does about girls. Except this time, I’m gonna put him in his place. I’ll pull you in. Kiss you. Then you go on your merry way.”
“So, let’s get this straight. Your parents don’t know you got kicked out of the military. They don’t know you don’t like girls. And they don’t remember me?"
“They’re old. They barely recognize each other.”
Jack handed Jill a fifty-dollar bill.
“You don’t have to pay me. I can just help you.”
“Trust me. The money is well worth it.”
Jack checked his watch.
“Alright, my old platoon should be landing in fifteen. Gotta go mix in with the crowd.”
“Good luck."
“Jill. Thank you.”
Guest Author Bio - Brandon Snow
Brandon is an ordinary dude, just getting by and living the dream. He hopes to become a frequent contributor to JMJ and spends most of his days watching romantic comedies, writing romantic comedies and pretending his life is a romantic comedy.
Right now, he's living the part before the opening credits.
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