With nothing else to talk about, for the moment, Ted and I decided to try and get some sleep. I don't know exactly when we nodded off. It seemed like only a second later, though, when we were forcibly awakened by a loud clanging noise!
It was Courtney, opening up the birdcage door.
"Wakey-wakey, boys! I have a new roommate for you. Help make him feel at home."
She laughed as she said that last part. Then, she slammed the cage door shut, before relocking it and sliding the closet door shut, once more. During the brightly lit interim, we saw that my hunch had been right. It was Diego Garcia! Wearing green custodian's cover-alls, and a gray Gatsby cap.
"So, this is why you didn't answer your cellphone," he declared after an awkward pause.
I half-smiled and nodded, before introducing him and Ted. I then asked where he had been captured.
"Well," he replied: "I followed her to her Creative Writing class. And, to kill time while I waited for her, I half-pretended to fix a clogged sink in the boys' room, down the hall."
Ted gave me another look of astounded admiration. I tried to shrug, modestly, as Diego continued.
"The moment that class was over, I followed her to gym practice. I caught up to her, just outside the Hanner Fieldhouse, and I gave her the schpiel I'd prepared. I thought she had bought it when she told me to follow her to a less-public corner of the building's exterior."
"And, that's where you got spritzed with Eau de Mini-man," I finished for him. He nodded.
I could not help sighing: "Well! I hope your friends at the CIA know where you are."
Diego started to reply. Then, he paused as he and Ted did a synchronized double-take.
"Que dice...?"
So I reminded him of a few things that I'd admittedly been a little slow on the up-take with, at the time.
"On the flight, here, you mentioned the Cuban Missile Crisis of 1963. Actually, that occurred in October, 1962! Then, at our motel room, you handled that laptop like a Silicon Valley whiz kid. And, you mentioned having done leg work for American Fidelity Insurance!"
Ted's eyes widened at those last three words. But, I momentarily ignored him, as I began counting off on my fingers.
"The first one isn't a big mistake, in itself. What with the current state of the American educational system. And, the second one could be the result of cross-training or a natural aptitude for multi-tasking. Probably both. The third one, however? Ted; why don't you tell him what you first told me (after our very first Twelve Steps meeting, together)?"
Ted nodded, and looked straignt into Diego's eyes.
"American Fidelity Insurance was the name of CIA front that helped re-situate me after my defection. They even bonded my first film: 'El Carbonado Contra Oso Rojo!' "
Diego was stone-faced for about a minute or two. Then, he grinned...like a little kid who's just passed his first S.B.D.*
"I know. That's my favorite luchador flick of all time!"
tbc
Giantess World
Chapter End Notes:
*Silent But Deadly: breaking wind, noiselessly. So that only the powerful aroma is detected.