BATTLE OVER A BAD GRADE by James (jimjunior2001@yahoo.com) Between Jill Johnson and an upset parent   Jill got out of her car. It was late. She had worked a full day at school and then had teacher-parent conferences that night. She was ready to go to bed, but as fate would have it, as it does often for our heroine, she had one more issue she would have to deal with before then.   "Hey, Ms. Johnson!" she heard a man yell from behind her.   She turned around and saw a man coming out from the shadows. As soon as his body entered the lighted part of her front yard, she recognized him as one of the parents from earlier in the evening. Immediately, she began to get that feeling. She had given the man's son a C in English; Jill was not one to give out A's and B's for average work, and to her mind, his son's work reflected merely adequate knowledge of the material, and his interpretation essays reflected minimal effort. His father had grand ideas about his son getting into a prestigious college, but Jill knew he was not doing the best he could.   "I followed you home because I didn't want to confront you with people around; now that I have you alone."   Jill interrupted him by raising her right index finger, and saying, "Sir, you will regret it if you put a hand on me."   "I think not!" he said, slapping the books out of her hand.   "That was not nice" she stated. However, his slap worked to her advantage as she was now able to get her defensive position. She was prepared to defend herself again.   This was a battle our heroine did not really want to get too rough, as this was the father of one of her students. Unlike her previous encounters, one with the alley thugs, and one with the muscle man on the beach, she had a professional relationship with this person. This man was a little older than her previous adversaries, and was professionally dressed in a shirt and tie. Despite this, she had to do what she had to do. He was not as big or strong as any of the previous men, but his anger and perceived loyalty to his son would make up for at least some of that, so Jill knew she had to be prepared.   The parent on the other hand thought this would be easy. The teacher, he knew, was new, and on the young side. She was about his size heightwise, but lighter. He felt she had no choice, but to go along with him, but this young woman was about to surprise him big time.   He started by grabbing her left wrist with his right hand. However, she pushed down on the weakest part of his grip, and her arm got free. Looking a little perplexed as to how she escaped from his grip so easily, he proceeded to grab her other arm, this time with two hands. However, this left him vulnerable to a kick in the midsection which our heroine delivered with precision and force right to his gut. To her surprise, though, he did not let go, so she did another kick, this time a roundhouse to his forehead. This time, he did let go; in fact, he stumbled backwards a little bit.   "Sir, I really don't want you to get hurt. Let's reason together."   "Never!" he yelled, ripping off his jacket, loosening his tie, and charging at her. As he got close to her, he tried to punch her, but Jill moved her upper body slightly backwards and the punch just missed her. As it reached its zenith, Jill caught the punch with both her hands, and began to push downwards, hard. This caused the man extreme pain. The force Jill was extending on his arm made him knot up all over and forced him to his knees. At this point, Jill let go, and gave him a sharp snap kick to his head; the man's face went up and backwards and he fell to his side. He started to get up, but Jill slammed her foot into his groin area, and now he was incapacitated.   Jill ran to her house, unlocked the door, went in, locked it, and called the police. She brushed her curtains aside to see what he was doing; she saw him begin to get up slowly. The way he was struggling to move Jill knew he was done fighting, whatever he chose to do. He yelled towards the house, "You bitch; you'll pay for this!" He did manage to run off before the cops arrived.   When they did, they listened attentively to Jill's story. She had fought him, but it appeared to them that all she did was sweat a little; there was not any sign of an altercation anywhere on her, despite the damage she had done to him. Once again, our heroine had successfully engaged a man in hand-to-hand combat and suffered not even a scratch.                                                           THE END