The Mask
by Sundar / Sundaram Ramchandran / zenkalidas / Indiaguy



She parked her bike at its usual spot, entered the building and was about to
enter her apartment when she felt a premonition of something untoward. Sure
enough, somebody had beaten her to it. Irritation combined with a sense of
outrage prevailed over any fear that she would have felt. "The poor fool" she
couldn't help feeling. She had a hard day both at work and at the ring (today
was prize fight night and she was one of the competitors , in fact she was the
winner in her weight category) followed by a torid night at the bar / pub.

"She" was Angela . She had a healthy, reddish cum wheatish complexion with
black hair. She weighed more than 90 kgs and stood just over 5'11 in her bare
feet (It was the heavyweight inter-gender mixed martial arts (Mixed mixed
martial arts or MMMA in a sense !!!!) competition that she had won.) But she
managed to look feminine.

She worked in the areas of law enforcement, bounty hunting etc. In fact, she
was looked upon as a real life "Modesty Blaise" (though of course, a more
physically imposing version) and like the Blaise Girl of fiction, she was not
above perpetrating a few shenannigans herself, especially when it came to
playing Robinhood. She also loved the rougher side of life and in fact added a
touch of class to it.

Returning to the scene of the crime, she pushed the door open gently and
surveyed the room after getting used to the dark. After making sure that he
was not in the front room, she stood behind the door between the front room
and the kitchen since she felt that that the thief would leave the way he had
come. (She had already presumed that the thief was a male because of the modus
operandi). At last her wait was over and as she had hypothesized, the thief
came from the living room and was about to open the door when she brought up
him down with a tackle and hit him with a torch that she had in her hand. He
collapsed in pain which gave her enough time to switch on the lights.

He had not passed out but was lying on the floor in pain. He was younger than
her. He seemed a foreigner of the near eastern type. "Seemed" was appropriate
in this context because of the monkey cap kind of mask he was wearing. She
first tore off his mask after subduing him. Next , she proceeded him to strip
him of all his clothing. She now recognised him as Tom, a guy in the
neighborhood who had been trying to woo her some years back. But she had
ridiclued him and made fun of him so that he had withdrawn hurt.

She decided to have some fun with him. She stripped him of his underwear and
made him wear it as a mask but after dyeing it in blue ink. She then accosted
him to the bar / pub that had been a joint which both frequented in earlier
days. She rode him but in such a manner that she held all the weight and was
the prime mover.

When they reached the bar, she suggested a game / joust where the gentlemen
acted as steeds for the fighting ladies who rode them like cowgirls (somewhat
like a westernized, "civilized" (??? !!!) version of "buzkashi" ) Within
minutes, Tom was out of his element like a fish out of water and as a
denouement, Angela ripped out Tom's mask, exposing him completely. What she
did next was even more surprsing. She suggested a variant of the game where
the women carried the men in a large womb like pouch tied around their necks
where the pouch was also filled with a bag containing purple dye which would
be released on impact (Possibly some subliminal link to the men being reduced
to an infantile state).

Angela emerged victorious and left her opponents with egg on their face and
dye on their bodies. But she was not done with Tom. She removed tom from the
pouch and tied him along with the pouch to a charpoi (cot / bed) with a
patterned coir tied to it. She pushed his face within the pouch to avoid
injuring him.

She then proceeded to use the pouch / bag as a punching / kicking bag. When
she removed Tom, All the patterns of the charpoy, mat and the sheet of cloth
had imprinted themselves on Tom's face and body. It was as if the flags of all
nations of the world had been represented on his face and torso.

She then proceeded to shape his hair in a similar fashion and finally started
laughing uncontrollably. Tom was flabbergasted and in shock, he started
sobbing. Many present, who knew both of them started laughing. Tom was broken
hearted. Finally, Angela felt sorry for him and asked him what he had come to
steal.

He reminded her of the time when they were still friends and had gone to the
beach. He had proposed to her. She had gone for a swim when she had called out
to him. She had not gone too far as she knew he did not know swimming.
Finally, when he reached her, she had dunked his head under the water and
stripped him of his swimming trunks and before he could realize what was
happening, had come ashore and run off with all his clothes. Not only had he
endure the ridicule of his friends but he had also lost some important papers
in connection with a foreign trip. Of course, she did return those papers
along with his cards etc but he had lost valuable time and the chance for the
foreign trip.

The incident had rankled Tom, especially when Angela started going out with a
male colleague.

With a smile playing on her lips, Angela asked him "So you were planning to
steal all my clothes as revenge ?"

Tom replied in the affirmative.

Angela started laughing. She could not help feeling sorry for him. She hugged
him and gently washed off the dye / ink from his face and body. But she could
not help exclaiming, "Quite the superman, aren't you ?" This gave her the idea
of removing all the patterns from his body except for a uniform blue color and
painted some other colors (mostly red) so that he looked like Superman. She
again started laughing and at the same time hugging him gently.

On the way, she purchased a new set of clothes. She then carried him to the
beach, stripped to her bikini, released him and carried him out to the sea
where they finished what was left incomplete some years back.

And, yes...No one took anyone else's clothes.