The Pink Painted Plastic Widow

Our story begins with a very prominent Breast Surgeon Dr. R.U. Omigod who has decided to make this operation his last one, he will now retire. He wanted to ensure that he went out in a blaze of glory, so he took a drug that he has been working on that is supposed to perform miracles given everything was positioned just right, but this drug has not been approved by the FDA yet.

In fact, it is still in the testing stages. He didn’t care if it was approved or not the truth was, he was so consumed on retiring with a big bang. He not only used a dangerous drug, but he used 10,000 times the amount he should have used even if it was approved. (which it wasn’t!)

This is how the Pink Painted Plastic Widow was born… out of a woman named Starla Bennet who had lost her husband 3 years before to cancer, and who was now to lose her own two breast to cancer.

Something miraculously transpired during her double mastectomy operation, something must have been injected in her during her surgery because right after her surgery, she became empowered with overwhelming and unsettling strength… her breast started to inflate, tripling in size, a super thin layer of what seemed to be a smooth plastic that formed over her entire body (as if her body created its own shield to ward off any disease or foreign substance) her body was as thin as when she was a teenager and firm too she began turning pink almost as if a painter took his brush and stroked it all over her body, she then took the fitting name of... The Pink Painted Plastic Widow. Pink Painted because well she was painted pink, plastic because her body was now covered in plastic and widow well because she is a widow.

She felt wonderful, gorgeous, completely full of life and energy. Nothing like she would or could ever imagine she would be feeling before or after having her surgery. She thought she would feel ugly with a foreign body of blood & guts even a shell of a woman.

Not at all like any woman should ever want to be. But that was the way cancer invaded the human body. She vowed right then and there that she would find a way to help other women and empower them, she obviously wouldn’t be able to give them the gift she had been given, unless she could find out exactly how this phenomenon occurred.

As for now it will suffice to do what she can to keep each and every woman from getting cancer and to see to it that each in every woman she comes across is treated in the way she deserves to be treated and will not tolerate any mistreatment of women from this day forward.

She wasn’t exactly sure how she would do this, but she knew too many have died from breast cancer… well no more, not if she could help it!

She bought a box of syringes; she took one and she jabbed it in her foot, she removed some of the pinkish fluid that came out and put it into her vile. She later went to the hospital found a woman who was on her last thread from cancer injected the syringe into her. She knew it was a risk which is why she found someone who would not survive much longer just in case it didn’t work.

The next day she went back to see how the woman was doing. She couldn’t believe it …they had a miracle… they were sending her home. She no longer had cancer… she was cured! Wow! So, it really worked Starla thought. I must cure as many as possible without getting caught. So that is exactly what The Pink Painted Plastic Widow did.

As a Social Worker she had always been an advocate for abused women, as such she witnessed a lot of women being abused and now, she could really make a huge impact on that injustice and will.

Starla was not exactly sure how she would make these abusers pay, but it will be in a way which will make them think if they ever raise their voice to another woman never mind a hand or a fist they will pay dearly.

Starla started her day as she would any other Monday morning. but not this Monday, this Monday felt nothing like “Just Monday”, she was full of energy, ready to knock down and bowl over any obstacle that got in her way. She knew it was hopefully the way she would be feeling and starting all her days from this day forward and perhaps for the rest of her life.

She got to work her first case up was a complaint from one of her regulars, she jumped in her car, on her drive over there she kept envisioning what she would do, she felt so angry and disgusted, he swore to her and his wife that he would not come home if he were not in a good mood, he had a mood disorder. She knew it was not within his control, but she also knew he could just stay away and that is what he promised to do. So, he would not take it out on her.

When she arrived, The Pink Painted Plastic Widow just picked the woman’s husband up by his ankle and

dangled him out the window, he feared for his life.

She thought…yes, this good… he is scared and based on his screaming for his life and his skin turning a pure white, she did not think she would ever have to worry about him putting a finger on his wife ever again.

Not if he valued living that is. The Pink Painted Plastic Widow pulled him back in, she told him to walk away and never to return again. He ran for his life.

Starla headed back to the office, on the way she spotted these two men teasing a dog with its bone and

yanking on the chain to keep the bone from her. The Pink Painted Plastic Widow took the chain wrapped it around both the guy’s necks before they knew what was happening, she ripped them through the air like a cowboy roping an animal… and they both went flying.

She no sooner let go of the chain when her phone rang. It was another one of her wards and she needed to get right over to her. Her husband had a hammer to her head.

With this traffic it would take her a long time and she would probably get there too late to help. So, she left her car and The Pink Painted Plastic Widow ran through the alleys and yards. But as she started running, she was moving at a super speed she was there in less than a second, she basically flew while walking... Wow she said incredible!

As she walked in the man had his wife on the floor, holding a hammer to her head, threatening her if she didn’t go down on him, right then and there that he was going to smash her head all over the floor with the hammer.

She did as she was told. She was in the middle of it when The Pink Painted Plastic Widow came up behind him, she saw her and stopped.

He was lifting the hammer when she stopped…but The Pink Painted Plastic Widow ripped his second head off -blood gushed out all over the place, she then took him and threw him over her shoulder, climbed the building and threw him in the trash bin from the rooftop. Someone came up behind her and asked if she was alright? She answered fine, I was just taking out the trash!” She wiped her hands as she walked away.

Starla started thinking, there seems to be much more trouble than she imagined there would be. Maybe she could do more on her own if she didn’t have to go into the office every day.

She needed to test it out first before resigning from her post. She decided to get a police scanner and started listening to all the domestic violence code 273D and she will respond to each and every one of them.

It worked out really well. Starla heard one call after the other, she was the first to get there and handle everything before the police showed up.

That week she resigned her post as a Social Worker …so she could do this full-time and not have to answer to anyone about her comings and goings, She figured with all the savings they had accumulated and the money from her husband’s insurance she could afford to quit her job.

Starla decided it was time to talk with her long-time childhood and best friend Bonnie. Bonnie couldn’t

Believe what Starla went through in the last few months and all alone.

You see Starla didn’t want to worry her friends and family, so she went it alone, she never told anyone what was going on. She felt that would be best. She didn’t want to involve her friends and family when there was nothing they could do but just sit and worry.

Starla thought…I will check out the doctor R.U. Omigod and see if she can ask him some questions…maybe she can help other women or empower them the same way he has empowered her. But then she thought…what if it was some huge mistake and Dr. R.U Omigod didn’t mean for this to happen. Maybe she shouldn’t make waves…torn with her decision …she decided that if it became an issue, she could handle it.

She was on her way, when she glanced at the newspaper and the headlines read that Dr. R.U. Omigod the World Renown Plastic Surgeon was struck down while crossing the street and he died instantly. Well, that settles that.

When Starla returned home, she checked her messages. She listened to her deceased.

husband’s business partner Eddie. He said he has dropped in the mail today a check for her in the amount of $20,000 from an investment that Dan had gone in on with him. It just paid off. Her husband’s share is $20,000 and that if she looked in Dan’s briefcase, she would probably find mention of it in Dan’s Little Black Book. Dan kept a Little Black Book in there with all their dealings, he was sure it was probably still there.

She actually realized she never did look in Dan’s briefcase and so she pulled it out of the closet, she found the Little Black Book Eddie was referring to and found an investment from over 3 years ago he had made a $500 investment on a vineyard. So, I will call Eddie and thank him for seeing the deal through.

Starla thought… I will take this windfall and splurge a little. I will call the ladies and we will celebrate their freedom from their abusive husbands. Maybe even go buy a new outfit for each of them!

So, Starla did just that. She took them out shopping and later to dinner. They all raised their glasses at dinner in a toast to their freedom and said to our hero Starla you have given us all our freedom and hope for better lives. We love you and can’t thank you enough.

Just before Starla turned in for the evening she thought…I wonder if the good doctor has any files, he left hanging around, I think I will be looking into that in the very near future. Let’s just see what I can turn up.

Tomorrow, the future of many will start all over again and I just know that The Pink Painted Plastic Widow will make lives better and richer and woman all over the World will continue to get stronger and stronger.