San Diego Alibi!

A sharp bodyguard protects a threatened San Diego cheerleader as the unlikely duo develops their true 'divine' feelings.

A California fable inspired by Her Alibi (with 'loose/nifty' sports-references) to sign off with (finally), 

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San Diego is host to a very exciting American football team suddenly threatened by fanatic fans disgruntled by the lack of Super Bowl titles brought to the otherwise celebrated US city.

In particular, it's the Chargers team cheerleader(s) who's being stalked/threatened by these fanatics/fans who're disgruntled by the team's failure(s) to capture a Super Bowl title/trophy. In specific, these fans have targeted one of the cheerleaders, 'banding together' in a sort of city-wide 'lynch-mob' to harass this beautiful young woman who's simply cheering on her team doing the very best it can amidst all the competition(s) and pool-variabilities.

The cops are assigned to offer some 'extra-credit' security during the games of the Chargers outside the stadium in San Diego. However, these cops may not be able to keep track of all the goings-on of the specific San Diego cheerleader (Sandy) being threatened, and no one knows how to approach this dilemma, and the SDPD continue to offer their handsome promise(s).

Fortunately, a private-detective, a freelance 'bodyguard' of sorts named Amlan Satan's offered his paid service(s) to protect/guard Chargers cheerleader (Sandy) who's being threatened. He moves into the guest-wing/garage-bedroom of her big house in San Diego and provides that 'extra-credit' security lacking for Sandy who otherwise lives in that big home with only her mother and their pet cat Nola.

AMLAN SATAN: I make sure Sandy gets to work on-time every morning, as I take her in my special Saab limo-mobile.

AMLAN: I need (desperately) one of those 'juicy' Sourdough-Jack burgers from this San Diego fast-food joint, darlin.
SANDY: Oh, I love those Sourdough-Jacks, Amlan; me thinks we've got more in common than we thought (originally!).

It's not all fun-and-drivethru for Amlan and Sandy's association/relationship, as he knows his primary focus is to ensure Sandy's safety amidst all the insanity and pseudo-terrorism linked to the threat(s) she's received online and on the street(s). Sometimes, Amlan costumes as a 'Scarecrow' as he drives Sandy around in the Saab limo-mobile, and when he gets out to open her passenger-back door(s), the media note, "Sandy the Charger suddenly has a 'masked detective' watching over her in fair San Diego!"

He even takes Sandy to the San Diego Zoo one summer day in his Scarecrow get-up, and people chuckle and take photos of the 'duo' with their handy-dandy iPhones. Sandy wonders for the moment if all this 'Scarecrow-spotlight' is worth the weight in sweat but remembers how simply/purely terrified she'd felt to, say, go to the Zoo, without a diligent escort/bodyguard like Amlan Satan. The Zoo turns out to be a fresh experience, and Sandy feels very cheerful and decides to kiss Amlan on the hand(s).

Three years later, the threats to Sandy's life have ended, and Amlan/Sandy have gotten married. Yes folks, this offbeat California 'little-duo' after all fell in love and realized/discovered their city 'adventure' of danger-evasion(s) resulted (ironically) in them growing closer together, learning that survival and guardianship just might provide that special 'magic' we think of associated with everyday diary-writers. That's Sandy's alibi.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)