Patient for Alex

Chad Romano had worked security at the airport straight out of high school, twenty-five years ago. In his opinion, he was livin' the dream. His friends went to college and got in debt, only to end up working some mindless job in a cubical. Chad, on the other hand, had landed a job that was important, that made a difference.

With a chirp from his walkie, Chad informed Charlie that he was changing zones, heading to the main east entrance. Charlie was Chad's shift partner. While Chad was a big hairy Italian, Charlie was a lean black guy, kinda looked like he could run a marathon. It was something Chad admired, but had no aspiration to join him. All he needed was a burst of speed to catch someone, not a sustained run. With the extra body weight he was carrying, there was no way he'd be able to do that.

Not that Chad or Charlie had to do a lot of chasing in their jobs. Sure, every once and a while a punk kid tried to shoplift from one of the stores, or maybe grab a bag that didn't belong to them, but for the most part their job was reminding people to follow the rules. People, generally, knew that they were being watched at the airport, and so they behaved. Having a couple security guards wearing official-looking grey uniforms with sidearms wandering around helped remind them. Still, it didn't hurt to have a sharp eye for suspicious characters. After Nine-Eleven you couldn't be too careful.

The terminal was slow. Slow enough that Chad and Charlie even tried some small-talk, something they tried not to do when on duty. The last thing they wanted was to be distracted, but being that travellers were only arriving in a trickle, they figured it would be okay.

"See the game last night?" Chad asked, eyeing a middle-aged man with a very young woman walking across the road from the parking lot, approaching the building.

"The Jets game? Yeah." Chad heard his partner's nasally voice respond with a snort, "Told you they'd ****."

"Maybe if the ref wasn't playing for the other team..."

"Excuses, excuses."

The man outside, confident that traffic was clear, held his companion's hand and began to cross the road. There was something about him that Chad couldn't quite put his finger on. Something familiar.

"See that guy?" Chad indicated with a nod of his head, "He look familiar to you?"

"The middle-aged guy robbing the cradle out there?"

"That's him," Chad said, "Something about that guy..." he trailed off as he saw the couple hit the sidewalk. The young woman stopped in her tracks and pulled him to her, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her lips against his. At least Chad knew the nature of their relationship. One mystery solved.

Watching them kiss, he absent-mindedly played with the pearl necklace he had around his neck. A quick glance over at Charlie showed that he was doing the same thing. Security is a tough job, and lots of guys picked up nervous habits, little twitches or fidgets. The worst were the guys who played with their guns. Nobody felt safe around them.

The young woman pulled back from her man for a second, said something to him, then jumped up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, and returned to kissing.

"He seems considerate," Chad murmured, his comment informed by the ache in his legs. Wearing high-heeled shoes on a job where you were on your feet so much was hard on your body, but a uniform was a uniform.

"Now that you mention it, he does seem familiar," Charlie said, "But I don't know why. I'll call Danny and Tim. Maybe they know."

A quick burst of radio communication and the familiar sound of heels on tile reached Chad's ears as two of the senior guards joined them at the door.

"That the guy?" Danny asked, staring at the couple outside, now leaning against a pillar, grinding into each other.

"Yeah. When they take a breath you'll be able to see him better," Chad explained. He was glad the other two guards had joined them. Their jobs were mostly solitary, but he loved to spend time with the team, especially people like Danny and Tim. He admired them so much. Chad remembered his first day on the job when Danny had pulled him aside and volunteered to teach him to do his make-up for work. Chad had always felt confident doing his own make-up, but when he was in the breakroom and saw how great the other guards looked, he knew he was outclassed. With Danny's help, though, his eyelashes were amazing, his cheekbones were perfect, and his lips looked like rose petals.

Outside, the man had dropped his pants and was ploughing his woman as she bounced up and down in his arms. Through the glass, the four guards could hear her screaming his name. "Alex! Alex!"

"He looks like an Alex," Tim said, teasing his curly red hair.

"Sure does," Charlie agreed, "But I think I'm going to need a fresh pair of panties after watching this show."

All four of them giggled like schoolgirls. Chad loved how they could be so natural with each other. Just that morning in the locker room as they got dressed in their dresses and aprons, they had laughed and laughed as they teased each other.

"Maybe today you'll find Mister Right," Charlie had joked, "Instead of Mister Right-Hand!"

That kind of humour might be frowned upon by management, but Chad figured it was all in good fun. Besides, it was just girls being girls.

"Are they done yet?" Danny asked, sighing so deeply that her breasts strained against his buttoned top, "How long do we have to wait?"

"As long as it takes, sweetie," Chad answered, "You know how Alex can be."

Danny could be so impatient, unlike Chad. Chad didn't mind waiting for Alex. He was a busy man, after all. If you're going to be married to a man who has four wives, you learn to be patient. It came with the territory. And besides, he was outside bonding with their daughter! Why would Danny want to take that away from Alex?

Chad remembered back to when she was a young woman, just leaving high school. So many of her friends went off to college, got degrees (and debt!), and ended up in some dead-end job in a cubical somewhere. No, that wasn't the life for Chad. In Chad's opinion, she was livin' the dream! Being married to an amazing man, being in a family with her three best friends, the mother of a promising young woman, how could life possibly get any better?

"They're starting up again," Charlie said, a slight whine in her voice.

And they were. Fully disrobed now, the pair were leaning on the trunk of a taxicab, rutting like rabbits.

"Oh that man," Chad rolled her eyes and smiled. She just couldn't get mad at him. He was such a good father. Always giving.