they’ll face the crack of the whip!

  LIONCEL

  Francisc, how long have you been in this line of work? I mean, worked, you know.

  FOREMAN

  How long I’ve been a mill foreman?

  LIONCEL

  Yes.

  FOREMAN

  Gee, Mr. Lioncel. It's been ages! I started working with my deceased father. God bless his soul. He taught me everything I know.

  LIONCEL

  My father was illiterate.

  FOREMAN

  (As if being illiterate was a great thing)

  So!

  LIONCEL

  Well, are you sure, we're doing well with the slaves, I mean?

  FOREMAN

  Mr. Lioncel, have you any ‘complaining’ about me?

  LIONCEL

  No, not at all. I was just thinking. Maybe we could put an urn in the slave quarters so they could give their suggestions on how we could improve their labor conditions, things like that. What do you think?

  FOREMAN

  (Bewildered)

  Suggestion? Black people's suggestions!

  Oh, I get it! Suggestions! Great joke!!

  (Laughs)

  That’s a good one!

  LIONCEL

  (Completely embarrassed he forces a laugh

  A joke, of course, a joke!

  FOREMAN

  Well, Mr. Lioncel, do you want something else from me? If I don’t keep an eye on those ‘black’, all hell breaks loose!

  LIONCEL

  No, thanks! Francisc, just a thing! Tell Isaura to come to me!

  FOREMAN

  (Holding a silly smile)

  Right, Mr. Lioncel! I’ll send her in.

  (Leaving)

  Whip it good, my Colonel!

  (THE FOREMAN leaves the stage. LIONCEL holds his whip, looking at in awe he decides for more training.)

  LIONCEL

  Work, black...

  (Tries again)

  Work, black scumbag...

  (LIONCEL is about to try one more time when ISAURA rushes into the room and falls to the floor as if pushed in.)

  ISAURA

  (Protecting herself from a possible whipping)

  No, master, don’t chastise me! Have mercy!

  LIONCEL

  (Startled let go of his whip, and tries to apologize)

  Please! Don’t get me wrong! I do not intend to punish you.

  ISAURA

  Won’t you whip me?

  LIONCEL

  No!

  ISAURA

  How come? You must! You must punish me!

  LIONCEL

  Why would I do such a thing to a beautiful delicate youth?

  ISAURA

  Why? Because I’m a rebellious slave, who don’t take any orders and is always trying to escape! That’s why!

  LIONCEL

  Truly, I thought of having a chat with you.

  ISAURA

  A chat?

  (Thinking to herself)

  Oh, I see it now.

  (Throwing herself to the floor)

  No, I’ve never talked to you before! I hate you! You're evil! You’re a pervert! You’ll have to tie me up to a tree trunk, rip my clothes off…

  (Tearing a piece of her gown)

  And then whip my back!

  LIONCEL

  (Approaches ISAURA and shyly holds her by the shoulders)

  Isaura, please, listen to me!

  ISAURA

  (ISAURA starts to sway from side to side as if shaken by LIONCEL)

  No! I won’t listen to your obscenities!

  LIONCEL

  Isaura, please!

  ISAURA

  You must beat me before that!

  LIONCEL

  (Losing his patience)

  Isaura...

  ISAURA

  No! No! If you want something out of me, you gotta hit me first!

  LIONCEL

  Isaura...

  (LIONCEL loses it and gives her a slight slap on the face)

  ISAURA

  Oh!

  LIONCEL

  (Constrained)

  Isaura, I didn’t mean to...

  ISAURA

  Is that your idea of a slapping?

  (Takes a deep look at LIONCEL and then stomps hard on his foot)

  Hit me harder!

  (Startled, LIONCEL does what she asks. She falls to the floor.)

  ISAURA

  Ouch!

  (ISAURA touches her face expressing her dislike)

  ISAURA

  Uhm!

  LIONCEL

  Why did you do that? There was no need to stomp my foot!

  ISAURA

  You mistreat me, hit me, and dare complain about a stomp on your foot? You are mean!

  LIONCEL

  I’m not evil!

  ISAURA

  (With a nasty look on her face)

  Yes, you are!

  LIONCEL

  Isaura, listen to me!

  (Feeling shy about talking to ISAURA, LIONCEL rubs his hands against each other and snaps his fingers.)

  My parents are dead, you know. I’m all by myself to manage this whole mill. I’m about to become thirty soon and…

  ISAURA

  It’s all clear now! You want to abuse me, a poor defenseless white slave at her tender age, with a child’s face upon a woman’s body!

  LIONCEL

  No, that’s not that!

  ISAURA

  Don’t you think I’m pretty? Don’t you like my body?

  LIONCEL

  On the contrary! You have an astonishing body, I...

  ISAURA

  You are dribbling to tear my clothes off, take me in your arms, lay me on the floor, and make me a woman, aren’t you? But I won’t let you! I may be a slave, but I’m untouched! You must have me by force!

  (Starts rolling on the floor)

  You’ll have to drag me, and beat me, if you want to have me!

  LIONCEL

  Wait, you don't understand!

  ISAURA

  No, I understand! I’m no dumb! You’re the master and you think you can do whatever you please! Go ahead, hit me, have me, throw me against a wall, and call me a lizard! You can have my body, but you’ll never have my soul!

  LIONCEL

  Isaura, I want to marry you!

  ISAURA

  Never, I am already ta... (Stops in disbelief) What?

  LIONCEL

  Isaura, I was wondering... I like you! We could marry and have children!

  ISAURA

  Are you out of your mind? You can’t marry me! I’m a slave and you are the master, the owner of the mill! It would never work! Besides, marrying at my age; I’m twenty years old with a whole life ahead of me, a career to fight for... I want to attend college, visit Disneyland…

  LIONCEL

  I will shower you with affection!

  ISAURA

  I am a slave and better showered with whippings!

  LIONCEL

  Think, Isaura. You won’t have to live in a shack, like an animal among all the dirt, the heat, dressed up in rags and sleeping on the floor crammed between those strong-sweaty-working black men. That’s horrible!

  ISAURA

  Well...

  LIONCEL

  Will you marry me?

  ISAURA

  I? I can’t! What would people say? My fellow slaves would call me a traitor; the royalty would curse me, calling me a wannabe! And what will our children be, half-slaves?

  LIONCEL

  Nonsense, Isaura! I’ll free you! Our children will be free! By the way, I’ll have all slaves freed!

  ISAURA

  Are you nuts? Are you freeing all blacks? They’ve been slaves their whole lives. They know nothing else! How would they survive?

  LIONCEL

  They can find their own jobs, work!

  ISAURA

  Jobs? Work? Do you think my people would like that? Were y
ou never told? We work at the crack of the whip!

  LIONCEL

  Oh, my God! Is everything I think of wrong? I just long for acceptance! I just want to be a good mill master!

  ISAURA

  If you want to be a good master, be bad! If you want to do it right, hit me now! Slap me right in the face!

  LIONCEL

  You got me wrong, Isaura! I hate violence! You're like a flower to me, so delicate! You need care and love! The world needs love!

  ISAURA

  (Open-mouthed, she stares at LIONCEL for a moment and then shouts.)

  Help! Help! Help me! Save me from this faggot!

  LIONCEL

  Isaura, try to understand, please!

  (LIONCEL gets closer to ISAURA)

  ISAURA

  (Steps back)

  Don’t you touch me, sissy!

  (Francisc, the FOREMAN enters the stage.)

  FOREMAN

  What’s going on, ‘Masta’?

  LIONCEL

  I lost my patience with this woman, Francisc! I got to breathe some fresh air. Give’er whatever she wants!

  (LIONCEL leaves)

  FOREMAN

  Nasty white slave!

  ISAURA

  Oh, Francisc! Wow, what are you gonna do with me?

  FOREMAN

  ‘Ya’ know it, all right! Today my whip will crack!

  ISAURA

  (Runs away from FRANCISC)

  Wow, Francisc! Oh!

  (FRANCISC runs after ISAURA, who runs bouncy and cheerfully away from him.)

  (SCENE ENDS)

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  ABOUT THE REIGN OF ANOREXICS

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  Women on the Verge of a BEACH MELTDOWN

  ETHEL and SHEILA wear swimsuits with ruffles, tall large hairstyles with a lot of hairspray, fake eyelashes, etc. Each of them is seated on a beach chair.

  SHEILA

  Hey, Ethel! Let’s go for a swim?

  ETHEL

  It doesn’t make any sense, Sheila.

  SHEILA

  How come it makes no sense? The sun is hot, and the water looks great!

  ETHEL

  It’s nothing to do with that! I meant life doesn’t make any sense!

  SHEILA

  It doesn't?

  ETHEL

  No, it doesn’t.

  SHEILA

  Is it senseless?

  ETHEL

  Yeah!

  SHEILA

  All right! Okay, life makes no sense. Can we hit the water now?

  ETHEL

  How can I hit the water knowing life is senseless?

  SHEILA

  Well, it’s hot, so we should hit the water because it’s cold. That makes sense.

  ETHEL

  You don’t understand.

  SHEILA

  What don’t I understand?

  ETHEL

  How profound the problem is!

  SHEILA

  I understand it’s hot, and I want to cool in the water!

  ETHEL

  That’s not enough for me. I need a bigger motivation to go on living!

  SHEILA

  Couldn’t you have an existential crisis elsewhere? It’s a holiday, and we’re on the beach! No one has