Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Beatrix Thomson came from humble beginnings, born and raised on Bubba Jim’s Mobile Home Resort. The young girl was known as Trixie to some but to others she was simply TPT – ‘Trailer Park Trash’. Through sheer determination Trixie dragged herself up and out of her hometown of Branchwater, Alabama, and, via the Foreign Service Institute (FSI) at Arlington, Virginia, she graduated as a fully qualified legal secretary.
Her first and only posting was to the US Embassy in Singapore where Ms Thomson’s past finally caught up with her and brought her nothing but trouble. The full story of Trixie’s upbringing, education and posting can be found in these two superb tomes by our late lamented friend, the esteemed Praefectus Praetorio (PrPr) …
Trailer Park Trixie's Torment, Part I
Trailer Park Trixie's Torment, Part II
I would like to thank the close friends of PrPr, @Barbaria1, @Eulalia and @Loinclothslave, for trusting me with one of his favourite characters and allowing me to present the concluding part to her trilogy …
Trailer Park Trixie's Torment - Part III - Turkey
Following her sudden and robust departure from the US Embassy in Singapore, we join Trixie at Changi Airport, where, unbeknown to the hapless girl, the Singapore CNB (Central Narcotics Bureau) has made a call to their colleagues at the airport, warning them of Trixie’s imminent arrival. It is here where we pick the story up.
Singapore Changi Airport, Monday April 8th 2019 at 10:45 PM
The two Marines had taken Trixie's arms and gently but firmly ushered her from Minister Bob Burnside’s office. Tears ran down the young girl’s cheeks as she accompanied the guards to her desk, and she was forced to swallow down a quiet sob as they handed her a canvas bag to carry her belongings.
The young girl looked longingly at the door to Jeffrey's office and turned to the guards to ask if she could say goodbye to her boss, Mr. Hodges.
"No, Miss,” The head Marine replied, “… We were told that he does not want to be disturbed by you. Now let's go get your things at your flat." The man wasn't nasty, just following his orders.
To the traumatised Trixie, the airport seemed so stark as she sat on a hard, plastic seat, gripping her ticket and dismissal papers in one hand and her little 'Trix’ doll in the other. On her eleventh birthday, one of the few times her mother had been sober enough to remember it, she had been given the little troll doll with red hair like hers. It had been her companion and comfort ever since – a reminder of a single flash of maternal affection that had been bestowed upon her. Trixie remembered how proud she had been when she went to work for Hodges to place it on the corner of her desk, The first workplace that had been hers with dear old Trix watching over her. Now, holding the little doll provided only a slight amount of comfort as her whole world fell apart.
Trixie sat gently weeping between the two unemotional Marine guards. She still wore the clothes she had put on sixteen hours earlier for work that morning. In one hand she held her boarding pass and luggage ticket, and gripped in the other were several pages of crumpled paper. Whilst being railroaded through her own apartment, Trixie had hurriedly packed whatever she could under the watchful and impatient eyes of the Marines. They then drove her to the airport, checked in her one suitcase, containing everything that she now owned in the whole world, and entered the waiting area for her flight: Turkish Airlines, via Istanbul to Atlanta, 30 hours total. Then she had a three-hour layover and an almost two-hour flight to Evergreen, the county seat where Branchwater was located. That was as far as the State Department would pay to take her. Trixie was on her own to get home from there.
Since being hustled out of the Embassy at 2:30, she had not had anything to eat and only sips from the airport water fountain to drink. The Marines had bought themselves special burger and bacon stack meals at the airport on the Embassy dime, but Trixie had only $48 and a little change in her purse for the whole trip home. She had been stretching her funds until she received her first salary as a government employee, and she’d maxed out her one credit card with the yet to be reimbursed expenses of getting to Singapore.
Trixie had been called into Minister Burnside’s office and told, without any preparation, that she was being summarily dismissed and sent home. He said her work was unsatisfactory, and the State Department had no further need of her services. The Minister refused to explain beyond that and immediately called in the guards to escort her from the building. As she’d left the office, Burnside’s secretary, with a look of great sadness, had handed her the papers, the ones that Trixie now held in hr hand.
On the ride back to her apartment, she had looked at them. There was no detail whatsoever giving the reason for her firing, although there was extensive boiler-plated information about her rights (which, as a short-term, probationary employee, were basically none!). There was an obscure passage referring to her "forfeiting all undisbursed pay, benefits, reimbursements, and emoluments." At the bottom of the last sheet, she read this, added in bold handwriting.
… “Due to this employee’s inferior performance having caused significant embarrassment to the State Department, she is hereby forbidden to ever work again for the US government or any agency thereof!” …
Trixie read the paragraph again and sobbed. All of her dreams of a government career were destroyed. She was sure this was all because she’d slept with Jeffrey. God! How stupid could she be! The men always got what they wanted, and the girls got screwed. It was just like being in Branchwater
A voice came on the loudspeakers announcing in an echoing tone that was somehow both sing-song and monotonic … “Passenger Beatrice Thomson, on Turkish Airlines flight 1867 to Istanbul, please report to Inspection station at Gate C53.”
The Marines escorted Trixie to the Gate and the door marked “Special Inspection”. They knocked, and a uniformed security officer appeared. Several other men were already in the room. The Marines showed Amanda’s boarding pass, and the man nodded.
“You can go,” he said. “We’ll take it from here, but don’t worry we will make sure that Miss Thomson makes her flight on time.” The Marines left, and Trixie was taken into the room.
To Be Continued …
Her first and only posting was to the US Embassy in Singapore where Ms Thomson’s past finally caught up with her and brought her nothing but trouble. The full story of Trixie’s upbringing, education and posting can be found in these two superb tomes by our late lamented friend, the esteemed Praefectus Praetorio (PrPr) …
Trailer Park Trixie's Torment, Part I
Trailer Park Trixie's Torment, Part II
I would like to thank the close friends of PrPr, @Barbaria1, @Eulalia and @Loinclothslave, for trusting me with one of his favourite characters and allowing me to present the concluding part to her trilogy …
Trailer Park Trixie's Torment - Part III - Turkey
Following her sudden and robust departure from the US Embassy in Singapore, we join Trixie at Changi Airport, where, unbeknown to the hapless girl, the Singapore CNB (Central Narcotics Bureau) has made a call to their colleagues at the airport, warning them of Trixie’s imminent arrival. It is here where we pick the story up.
Singapore Changi Airport, Monday April 8th 2019 at 10:45 PM
The two Marines had taken Trixie's arms and gently but firmly ushered her from Minister Bob Burnside’s office. Tears ran down the young girl’s cheeks as she accompanied the guards to her desk, and she was forced to swallow down a quiet sob as they handed her a canvas bag to carry her belongings.
The young girl looked longingly at the door to Jeffrey's office and turned to the guards to ask if she could say goodbye to her boss, Mr. Hodges.
"No, Miss,” The head Marine replied, “… We were told that he does not want to be disturbed by you. Now let's go get your things at your flat." The man wasn't nasty, just following his orders.
To the traumatised Trixie, the airport seemed so stark as she sat on a hard, plastic seat, gripping her ticket and dismissal papers in one hand and her little 'Trix’ doll in the other. On her eleventh birthday, one of the few times her mother had been sober enough to remember it, she had been given the little troll doll with red hair like hers. It had been her companion and comfort ever since – a reminder of a single flash of maternal affection that had been bestowed upon her. Trixie remembered how proud she had been when she went to work for Hodges to place it on the corner of her desk, The first workplace that had been hers with dear old Trix watching over her. Now, holding the little doll provided only a slight amount of comfort as her whole world fell apart.
Trixie sat gently weeping between the two unemotional Marine guards. She still wore the clothes she had put on sixteen hours earlier for work that morning. In one hand she held her boarding pass and luggage ticket, and gripped in the other were several pages of crumpled paper. Whilst being railroaded through her own apartment, Trixie had hurriedly packed whatever she could under the watchful and impatient eyes of the Marines. They then drove her to the airport, checked in her one suitcase, containing everything that she now owned in the whole world, and entered the waiting area for her flight: Turkish Airlines, via Istanbul to Atlanta, 30 hours total. Then she had a three-hour layover and an almost two-hour flight to Evergreen, the county seat where Branchwater was located. That was as far as the State Department would pay to take her. Trixie was on her own to get home from there.
Since being hustled out of the Embassy at 2:30, she had not had anything to eat and only sips from the airport water fountain to drink. The Marines had bought themselves special burger and bacon stack meals at the airport on the Embassy dime, but Trixie had only $48 and a little change in her purse for the whole trip home. She had been stretching her funds until she received her first salary as a government employee, and she’d maxed out her one credit card with the yet to be reimbursed expenses of getting to Singapore.
Trixie had been called into Minister Burnside’s office and told, without any preparation, that she was being summarily dismissed and sent home. He said her work was unsatisfactory, and the State Department had no further need of her services. The Minister refused to explain beyond that and immediately called in the guards to escort her from the building. As she’d left the office, Burnside’s secretary, with a look of great sadness, had handed her the papers, the ones that Trixie now held in hr hand.
On the ride back to her apartment, she had looked at them. There was no detail whatsoever giving the reason for her firing, although there was extensive boiler-plated information about her rights (which, as a short-term, probationary employee, were basically none!). There was an obscure passage referring to her "forfeiting all undisbursed pay, benefits, reimbursements, and emoluments." At the bottom of the last sheet, she read this, added in bold handwriting.
… “Due to this employee’s inferior performance having caused significant embarrassment to the State Department, she is hereby forbidden to ever work again for the US government or any agency thereof!” …
Trixie read the paragraph again and sobbed. All of her dreams of a government career were destroyed. She was sure this was all because she’d slept with Jeffrey. God! How stupid could she be! The men always got what they wanted, and the girls got screwed. It was just like being in Branchwater
A voice came on the loudspeakers announcing in an echoing tone that was somehow both sing-song and monotonic … “Passenger Beatrice Thomson, on Turkish Airlines flight 1867 to Istanbul, please report to Inspection station at Gate C53.”
The Marines escorted Trixie to the Gate and the door marked “Special Inspection”. They knocked, and a uniformed security officer appeared. Several other men were already in the room. The Marines showed Amanda’s boarding pass, and the man nodded.
“You can go,” he said. “We’ll take it from here, but don’t worry we will make sure that Miss Thomson makes her flight on time.” The Marines left, and Trixie was taken into the room.
To Be Continued …
