Male Inflation

Lori winked to the other two young women. "Watch this." Stepping onto the path she walked through the park, stopping in front of a sandy-haired blond in a button-up shirt and cargo pants. "Hey Scott.  You ready?"

"Sure," Scott replied, standing. "But what took you so long?"

"Oh, you know," she said, trying to sound casual. "I was distracted."

"By what?"

"Well..." She suppressed a smile. "There was this really big blimp flying overhead."

"It couldn't have been -that- big."

"No, it was pretty big."

She had a very large, open apartment; he wouldn't have been surprised if it took up the entire floor.  This, naturally, raised questions about who she was, how she was able to afford it, and several other, more audacious issues. "So what's going on?" he asked. "What happened yesterday?"

"I have a theory," she replied. "You know the quote 'all the world's a stage?'"

"Of course.  'All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players,'" he recited.

"Right, that-"

The young woman was confident, the young man nervous.  She, tall, red-haired and freckled in a crop top, jeans, and sandals with a duffel bag over her shoulder; he, a tanned brunet, in deep blue swim pants, being lead along by her by a long leash connected to a collar.  They did, naturally, draw attention from others in the park, if not when they appeared than when they stopped, in the middle of the widest expanse of grass.

“Attention passengers, Flight 17 has been moved from gate 125 to gate 14 due to technical difficulties.  Please make your way to…”

“Attention passengers, Flight 17 has been moved from gate 14 to gate 92.  Please…”

“Attention passengers, Flight 17…”