Double Life (based on a true story)

[Arabella Porter]

 Not even a pinch. It was a clear, massive squeeze. I tensed up, gasping in as the unlucky person behind me got a good feel. I smiled at Dominique who grinned, sipping her drink and winked at her before putting my hands in the back pockets of my trousers. I turned around and bent one knee, facing the massive Israeli man behind me.

“ahh zeh atah.”it’s you. I said, pretending to flirt. He grinned looking back at his pals before turning back to me.

“At ohevet zion?” He asked. I won’t translate that. I smirked leaning up against him.

“Lo shelcha” not yours. I whispered and my nails swiped across this giant’s face. “ben zona” son of a bitch.  I said as he held his face but didn’t falter.  The giant man spat and lowered his brow. I dipped my hand in a bowl of salt behind me. “slikha,” I’m sorry, I said sweetly. “let me help.” With my other hand I took his hand from his face, Dominique keeping a straight face behind me as I took my salty hand and rested it on his bleeding cheek.

“Fikh Dich!,” He yelled. German? I dodged a backhanded swing from him and ducked, grabbing Dominique’s wrist and dragging her. The man and his boys came after us. Dominique, being faster, ran ahead when I felt a foot in my back and hands on my wrists. Shit. I was flipped over. “Women and piracy don’t mix.” He yelled, “Let me show you what,” knee up, man down. He cupped his balls and fell off me. I stumbled up and kicked sand in his face.

“pirates and babies don’t mix either so you shouldn’t have a problem with sterility.” I called as I turned and ran off into the night.

___________________________the next day_________________________

“Roderick!” I heard a familiar voice behind me as I watched Roderick smile and look up. “Joannes!”  I turned to see him. The man from last night but smiling and happy. I widened my eyes and walked up. Get away from our ship.  I thought.

“Ara, please meet Joannes. He’s one of my best friends from childhood when my family spent the summer in Vienna.” I squinted at him.

“Nice to meet you?” I said. He took a deep breath, obviously recognizing me but smiling sweetly.

“It’s a pleasure, Ara.”  Don’t cross me, I thought.