The Competition
Amanda trekked through the woods following Francine. Why in the
world had she let Francine talk her into this hair-brained scheme?
She was going to make a fool of herself. She knew it.
"Tell me why we're doing this again?"
Francine stopped and turned around. "Because the guys do this every
year." She threw her hands up in the air. "One of them will say
they're a better shot than the other and the next thing you know
they've set up this contest. For once they're going to find out
women can be great marksman too."
"Why don't they use the target range at the Agency?"
"Because they don't want to incur the wrath of Smyth. They'd tried
it the first time and when he found out he said anyone participating
would be sent on an assignment to Hell. So they changed the location
to the place out here in the woods. All this little pissing contest
gets them is bragging rights for the next year that they're the best
with a gun. It's like men comparing their `packages' to see whose is
bigger."
"They don't do that. Do they?" Amanda couldn't fathom Lee comparing
the size of other men's `packages' with his own.
Francine rolled her eyes. "They check out the competition just like
women do. They just won't admit it. I'll bet if they're in the
bathroom together they'll slyly glance over to see if the person next
to them has something bigger in there. Don't tell me you've never
looked at one of Lee's old bimbos and compared her body to yours.
Now lets get a move on, we're going to show them that men aren't the
only ones with balls." Francine began walking along the well worn
path.
Okay so maybe Francine was right in a round about way. How many
times had she compared herself to one of the women from Lee's past?
She'd lost count, but she hadn't done that since the day he told her
he loved her. Those three little words had stopped her comparisons.
Maybe men did the same thing. They were extremely competitive. Look
at sports. Stop that. Stop trying to figure out men. She should
know better, they were complex creatures.
Sounds of male laughter filtered through the trees. They were
getting closer. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Even though
Francine told her she'd improved one hundred percent she still
doubted it. Especially, when she'd be shooting in front of
everyone. It was different on the range with only her and Francine.
Or even when she and Lee practiced. There wasn't an audience to make
her nerves go haywire.
They entered the clearing and Amanda saw Lee, Leatherneck, Fred,
Ephraim and numerous other agents huddling around a table checking
out various weapons. Lee hurried over to Amanda and pulled her
aside. "What are you doing here? I told you I'd see you later this
afternoon." He ground out in a hushed voice.
Amanda became slightly miffed at his tone and she could feel the
testosterone in the air. Just like that the butterflies fled and she
was infused with steel determination. "Who says this contest has to
be men only?" She placed her hands on her hips. "Francine and I
have every right to be here."
"Yes we do." Francine added as she came up to stand next to
Amanda. "In fact, I'm the one who told her about this little contest
and we," she pointed at her and Amanda, "decided we wanted to
participate."
Lee looked from Amanda to Francine and back to Amanda and held his
hands up. "You're right."
She could tell by his eyes that he really meant what he was saying
and regretted snapping at her. But she wasn't going to let him off
that easy. "Besides we came to see who has the biggest." Amanda
smirked.
"The biggest what?"
She looked at Francine who nodded her head. "The biggest dick."
Lee's face turned ten shades of red. "Ladies first." He stammered.
Amanda stood ramrod straight and walked over to the table with the
weapons. She picked up a handgun, pivoted, aimed at the wooden
target twenty-five yards away, and fired.
All the men gawked in disbelief.
She'd hit the bull's eyes point blank center.
This from the woman who'd had a negative score the first time she'd
ever gone to target practice. She laid the gun down on the table,
crossed her arms and grinned. She'd done it. If she'd taken her
time, her hand would've shook and she'd have missed it entirely. But
this way, firing fast and not thinking about it was what enabled her
to become a more accurate marksman. Not that she could do it every
time, but at least she did hit the target more often than not then.
Lee pulled Amanda into his arms. "Nice dick."
The End
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