Etheleen is no ordinary woman. She started out as a security guard learning to stand her ground in tough situations. This lady was no beauty queen, mind you, but then femininity is not what this story is all about.

Etheleen tires of being a rent-a-cop and applies for the job of deputy sheriff, and makes it. She takes a lot of ribbing but handles it well. Etheleen knows law enforcement is mostly a man’s world, even though many women have successfully pierced the thin blue line.

At the police academy Etheleen is teased by her male counterparts but only up to a point. That point comes during defensive tactics training where she pins nearly all of her "boy" classmates to the mat.

Following graduation, Etheleen is working at the sheriff’s department under the watchful eye of her field training officer (FTO).

Near the end of the first week of training, Etheleen pulls her patrol car to the side of the road to review the day’s progress. Her FTO, seated next to her, spots a sheriff’s undercover narcotics agents sitting in an old, beat-up, unmarked car.

The FTO - wearing his straightest face - tells Etheleen that the guy in the Chevy is wanted for domestic violence and it’s her job to place him under arrest.

Etheleen steps out of the patrol car, crosses the street, and informs the narc that he’s under arrest. The narc laughs in her face, telling her that he’s "on the job - go play in somebody else’s back yard, girly."

Before the smile leaves the narc’s face, Etheleen has him in her grip, pulling him through the car’s open window and, quick as a flash, he’s spread-eagled over the hood of the car with both hands cuffed behind his back.

The FTO and the narc try to suppress the story back at headquarters but it’s just too funny and too amazing. From that day forward Etheleen is known as "the lean, mean fighting machine." But never to her face!