The Birthday Surprise
by M.C.
A single mother gives her son a special birthday present


Mary Martin gazed out of the window at her soon - to - be thirteen year old
son and sighed. Ever since his father (her husband) was killed in a tragic
automobile accident two years eariler Timmy had withdrawn within himself. He
seldom spoke to anyone and seemed to live in an imaginary world. The only
thing that seemed to interest him at all was watching WWF on the television.
For those few hours a week, he seemed to come alive again. But for the rest of
his waking hours, he was withdrawn. Mary was determined to make his 13th
birthday a special one. She invited all of his friends to come over to
celebrate but felt that wouldn't be enough. She had to do something REALLY
special; something that she hoped would bring him out of the depressed state
he was in....but what ? The night before Timmy's birthday, as Mary was tucking
him into bed, she asked her son if he could have anything in the world for his
birthday, what would it be. He pointed to a poster hanging on the wall of his
room. " That's ' Dirty Harry ', my favorite wrestler. If he would come to my
birthday party, it would make me very happy ". Mary kissed Timmy as she tucked
him in. As she left his room she thought to herself, " if that's what my Timmy
wants, then that's what he'll get ".

Early the next morning, while Timmy was asleep, Mary called up a friend of
hers who worked for a public relations firm that handles many WWF wrestlers.
She then quietly snuck out of the house. She drove over to a large home in an
affluent neighborhood. When she knocked on the door, a mountain of a man
answered. " Can't you read the sign ?..no solicitors ", he said rudely. Mary
smiled up at the wrestler. " I'm awfully sorry to disturb you, but this is
rather important. My son is having his birthday party today and I'd really
appreciate it if you'd show up for awhile; it would really make him feel
special ". Dirty Harry glared down at the woman and snarled, " I don't do
stuff like that, that's for 'nice' people, not tough guys like me ". He tried
to slam the door in her face but, for some strange reason, was unable to. " It
would really help Timmy if you would come", Mary comely continued while
holding the door open," I think you should reconsider Harry ".

Harry tried even harder to shut the door but, to his surprise, it didn't move.
Then, the door was forced open and Mary walked inside. " Get the HELL out of
here !!!", he demanded. " My, my such rude manners. I can't see what my son
sees in you, but I do understand why they call you Dirty Harry ", Mary
laughed. She then added in a more serious tone," Harry, one way or another
you're coming to my son's party. I would have hoped that you'd have agreed to
come voluntarily; but the choice is yours ". As she spoke, Mary removed her
sweatshirt, revealing her surprisingly large forearms and bicepts; the result
of years in the weightroom. "Are you threatening me ?", the six foot five
inch, 300 pound professional wrestler asked as he angerly approached the five
foot six inch, 150 pound woman." Only if I have to ", she comely answered. "
I'm asking you politely for the last time, will you come to my son's birthday
party ? " " HELL NO ", he answered defiantly. Mary sighed, " very well then
big boy, it looks like I'm going to have to use a little ' feminine
persuasion' with you.

Being nearly a foot taller and 150 pounds heavier, the powerfully built
wrestler began to laugh," and just what do you intend to do, girly ? " He
didn't have long to wait. Mary quickly grabbed him by the arm and, with her
surprising strength, threw him clear across the room, knocking over several
chairs and a small table on the way. Enraged, he charged her at full speed.
Mary met his attack head on and a loud "WHACK" was heard as they collided in
the middle of the room. For a moment they both stood there face to face and
then Harry fell backwards "What's the matter tough guy, is a little woman too
tough for the mighty Dirty Harry ? " Mary laughed. After a few seconds, Harry
recovered somewhat and let out a loud GRAWL. He flew into Mary determined to
smash her. But she adeptly sidestepped his attack and grabbed him from behind.
She wrapped her powerful arms around his waist and began to squeeze him in a
vicelike grasp. He tried to pry her arms apart but she was too strong for
him." Oh, you are so cuddily, tee, hee, hee ". Had she have wanted too, Mary
probably could have broken several of Harry's ribs. But that was not her
intention. She wasn't cruel or mean, she just wanted to teach this arrogant
man a lesson; and get him to come to her son's birthday party. After about a
minute or so, Mary opened her arms and let Harry go. " You know Harry, I'm
really glad you decided to resist afterall; this is so much fun ".

Perhaps it was his pride that didn't allow him to see the obvious; or maybe it
was his anger. Or it may simply be that he could not accept that he - Dirty
Harry - could be losing a wrestling match to a woman half his size. Whatever
the reason, Harry attacked her again. And again, Mary comely tossed him across
the room; this time knocking him into his couch. " I think you're going to
have some serious housecleaning to do when I'm through with you Harry ", Mary
laughed. She then walked over to him and said," here, let me help you up ".
With her left hand Mary grabbed Harry by his shirt collar and with her right ,
his shorts. She then lifted the 300 pound man off the floor and held him above
her head in her outstreched arms. "Hello up there, care for a flying lesson,
Harry ? We have a special today in honor of my son's birthday ". Mary then
began to whurl around and around, faster and faster. "Weeee, this is fun.
Happy landings, Harry ". She tossed him half way across the room again where
he smashed into an easy chair, shattering it. "Oh my, you broke your chair;
that's too bad." As the stunned Harry staggered to his feet, Mary took a
running jump. She seemed to fly across the room, landing on top of him with
her legs around his neck. Her momentum sent him crashing to the floor. She
tightened her neck scissors so he could barely breath. As she watched the man
hopelessly struggle to free himself, Mary began to giggle. " What do you think
Timmy's reaction is going to be when he finds out that his mighty wrestling
hero was beaten up by little old me, tee, hee, hee. And how will all your fans
react when they find out that a woman half your size kicked your ass in. If
you deny it, then I'll beat the crap out of you in public; you know I can do
it too...and will ".

Harry stopped struggling. He knew he was beaten. "Please, don't tell anyone ",
he said with uncharacteristic humility, " it will ruin me ". Mary reached over
and playfully tweeked his nose. "Aw...poor baby ", she teased, " perhaps now
you'd like to reconsider your refusal to come to Timmy's birthday party ? "
Harry was near tears now," yes, I'll come ". Mary smiled," you could have
saved yourself a lot of trouble if you would have accepted in first place ".
She released her scissors and Harry collapsed, gasping, on the floor. " But ,
of course, it wouldn't have been anywhere near as much fun for me, " Mary
added laughing. She took a pen and a piece of paper and wrote down her
address. " The party begins at 3 P.M. and I wouldn't be late if I were you.
And if you're having second thoughts about attending " SMACK" (Mary pounded
her right fist into her left palm), do I make myself clear ? " Needless to
say, she did.

Timmy and his friends sat at the picnic table stunned. There, in front of
them, big as life, was Dirty Harry; their idol. " Why if it isn't Dirty Harry,
the world famous wrestler ", Mary said, " what a surprise ". She winked at him
before excusing herself to cut the birthday cake. As she watched from the
kitchen window Mary smiled. The children were climbing all over Harry and
playing with him; and he actually seemed to be enjoying it . But most
important of all - the thing that made it all worthwhile - was the expression
of total joy on Timmy's face. She had done the right thing. On and on it went
until the other parents had to come and drag their kids home. Finally it was
just the three of them. " Timmy, I think Dirty Harry would like to take us out
for a birthday dinner, wouldn't you Harry ?" Harry had a good idea what would
happen to him if he refused Mary's 'suggestion'. " Dinner it is ", he said.
Throughout dinner Timmy was beaming. Later that night, as she tucked him into
bed, Timmy gave his mother a loving hug, " thanks mom, you're the best !!! ".
It had been two years since she'd heard Timmy say that. This was definiately a
day to remember. And now there was just one more thing to do...

Harry, as Mary 'requested', remained downstairs while she put Timmy to bed.
When she had finished with her son, she came down the stairs and over to him.
" Since you were a very good boy today, Harry, I have a special surprise for
you too ". Mary bent over and easily lifted the 300 wrestler up over her
shoulder.Without straining at all, she carried him into her bedroom and closed
the door behind her.