CHAPTER 4 - Pest control and the power of pelvic bones
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"Are my eyebrows straight?"
Farzana was squinting at the tinted windows for a
better view of her freshly trimmed hedgerow.
Obviously the idiot didn't notice her two friends
leave as she was too engrossed in tweezing her precious brows.
"Uh, No . they look like a 3 year old with permanent
marker was let loose on your face"
Ali snorted.
"Oh you wouldn't know a thing about eyebrows anyways,
you don't even do yours."
Farzana was under the impression
she was Michelangelo with tweezers.
"And I wasn't even asking you"
She
threw her head back in a non-chalant air.
"Oh ... I had no idea you were speaking to him"
Ali pointed towards the 6" X 4" poster of Gandhi clad
in nothing but .. well .. nothing unless a hastily put together piece of
Calico for the purpose of covering the family jewels counts as something.
If skirts had micro-skirts, Gandhi was wearing something that could be
described as a micro-dhoti.
"Oh you ~!"
The tall girl was
fuming.
"Me what Farzana?"
An evil
smile played on her lips as Ali inched towards her.
"You ... you .. y-o-u .."
The realization had just hit her ... she and Ali were the only two people in the room. Zara and Asra had left the room while she was busy attending to her brows.
"Ahan? Go on?"
Ali relished the
terrorized look on her face as she closed in on her prey.
"You .. you .. look like a man !!! You're flat-chested ... and you dress like boys .. and your hair is so short and messy ... u don't know anything
about looking pretty!"
Farzana said it all in one
breath. The bimbo actually thought she'd gotten Ali stumped for once. What with
girls being so sensitive about their feminity and all.
YEAH RIGHT !
Farzana's tirade made Ali stop and give the deluded
girl one long, wary look. She took a step forward and moved in closer until her
nose was just inches away from her victim's who had by now sunken into a fetal
position against the wall.
"Hmmm so I'm flat eh? You see ... I haven't quite
mastered the art of stuffing socks down my bra unlike you. As for my hair ... the
breeze feels great on my neck. How about I give YOU a haircut?"
Ali said in a dangerously low voice, grinding her
teeth for added effects. Was she loving it ? YOU BET!
Her eyes gleamed ominously in the sunlight as she
suddenly proffered a pair of scissors from behind her back.
As Ali's face changed color from red, to green to
purple, the cowering form in front of her looked ready to pee. No really, ready
to pee. The taller girl tried to flatten herself against the wall as she looked
on, fear-stricken, at Ali's face. To her it looked like a de-pinned grenade
about to go off any minute now.
"I ... I .. please ... let me go ... My hair ... please don't "
Farzana looked like someone had petrificious totalus-ed her.
The corners of her Ali's lips quivered dangerously.
"Not the .. hair ... please ... A-a-a-rab ... g-g-guys ... love
l-l-l-ong .. h-h-hair"
Ali couldn't hold it in any longer. Suddenly she began
to shake violently as her body rocked with spasms of laughter.
Farzana stood frozen on her ground as Ali cackled on
like a maniac.
"Run ... before .. I change .. my mind. "
Ali put down
the pair of scissors and stepped back, pressing her lips and trying to hold her stomach to keep from
doubling over with laughter.
If she didn't see Farzana run that day, Ali would
never believe any human being could run so fast. Let alone a girl, that too in
a skirt so tight, one might as well wear it as a corset. But then again if it
was around your chest it would send the ribs of one side into the other like a
pair of jaws. So once again, Ali couldn't help but marvel at the sheer power of
Farzana's pelvic bones that could withstand such ginormous amount of pressure.
Ali's hazel orbs turned darker as she faced the sunlit window and the maniacal glint in her eyes had nothing to do with the Sun she was looking at now.
DDT ... 1 down .. 2 to go.
Edited by SwaRon911 - 11 years ago
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