Velcro

Part 2 …“We’re agreed on this ’little incident’?” the older man asked his younger counterpart as I listened in, my fate apparently sealed. “Yup, it never happened. Let me chip her with one of the unassigned ones so we can keep track of her movements, while you write out the tag… You sure nobody can trace that thing back to us?” “Absolutely. The brass tags are generic, as is the mounting stud, farmers and ranchers have been using them on their own animals for decades. It’s the game commission’s printing machine with it’s stamped serial number and specific font - that I’m obviously not using - that makes this identifiable to us. It would of course be safer to not tag her at all, but where’s the fun in that?” ...

A girlfriend of mine told me this story years ago, and I kept it to myself because I thought she made it up. I would like to say I’m sorry, she knows who she is. My girlfriend, I’ll call her Lisa, not her real name, told me about some temp work she did for an agency that specialized in “different”. And she didn’t mean topless bar different, the girls who went that way made good money, but had more attention than they wanted, and some even ran into their fathers or uncles at work. No thanks for Lisa, and her body type was all wrong for that as well. Five foot two and maybe one hundred pounds of sexy Asian woman, small breasts and all she could have almost any man she wanted, if she wanted! She wanted a degree, and no man was going to stop her, But she would let them help her from time to time. ...