| BATTLE IN THE LIVING ROOM by James (jimjunior2001@yahoo.com) Between Jill Johnson and two robbers Jill had had an awesome evening. Her date Jim had wowed her by taking her to a meal at a fine restaurant, followed by a Bruce Springsteen concert in nearby Washington, D.C. They were now in her driveway, savoring a final few moments together before they would part ways for the evening, which was now early morning. Jill had her head resting on Jim’s shoulders, with Jim caressing her hair, when Jim stopped momentarily and said, “Honey, your front door is open a little; did we leave it open?” "No, I remember locking it.” Jill raised her head and saw the same thing Jim did. He removed his arm from around her head, and opened the door. Jill straightened up in panic. “What are you doing; let’s just call the police!” “No, I’m not going to let them destroy your property. You just stay right there.” “No, Jim, please.” Her words were to no avail. Jim had gotten out and was running towards the front door. He pushed open the front door, and saw a masked man stuffing bags full of Jill’s property. “Hey, what do you think you’re doing? Stop right now or I’ll kick you’re a..” The man ignored him and kept filling the bag. Jim lurched forward to try and grab the bag, but unbeknownst to him, there was a second man who came out from the small powder room and clocked Jim with a hammer, and he fell to the ground. The two men continued cleaning out the house. Jill was worried; it had been a minute since Jim entered the house; she had tried to call the police, but her cell phone had died. She was now going to have to try to handle this situation herself. Walking up to her front door, she opened it again (the robbers had closed it). She gasped when she saw Jim lying on the ground, and the two masked men tying their bags. “What did you do to him?” she cried. “Hey, he was trespassing on private property”, one said. “He’s my boyfriend.” Jill was not even concerned one bit about the stuff they were taking; it was Jim she was concerned with. “Let me call 911 for him; you can take whatever you want.” “No we still got some stuff to take; we don’t want any company quite yet. And if you go running to the neighbors, we will hurt him permanently” one said, tapping lightly the hammer in the palm of his hand. Jill walked towards Jim’s body, looking at him and nothing else. It came as a shock to the two men, when all of a sudden, Jill’s right leg came darting up, and a loud kiya emanated from her mouth, and the hammer was kicked out of the man’s hand. He could not believe that her little foot had been able to dislodge the heavy hammer from it. He was looking down at his hand in shock, and did not notice Jill’s leg was coming at him again, this time at his head. It struck him, made him lose conscious momentarily, and he fell to the ground. His buddy came running to his rescue. He bear hugged our heroine from behind, but Jill stomped on his knee several times, and as soon as she felt the pressure let up, she elbowed him in the stomach, pushed forward, and was freed from the grip. She turned around, and gave him the same kick she had delivered to his friend, and he, too, fell to the ground. By this time, the first man had gotten up, and regained possession of his hammer. He swung at our heroine, but she raised her arm and blocked his punch. She delivered a palm strike to his chest, the impact of which caused him breathing trouble. She used that moment to pull the hammer out of his hand with her other one, and strike him on the head with it; he was out cold. She turned around and saw his friend getting up. He was looking at her, so he might catch her arm if she swung the hammer at him; she decided to hold it high, saying “Now get out of here! You start picking things up and I strike you with this thing!” The man darted out the front door. Jill ran to her phone, called 911, and then returned to the room with two men lying on the ground. One she could care less about, the other was someone very special to her. She put her two fingers on the latter’s neck. He was breathing, thank God, but still unconscious. She kissed him on the forehead, grateful that he would be alright, thanks to girl power. Later in the hospital, Jim asked what happened. Jill replied that she had run next door, called the police, and they has come and thwarted the two men. She did not want him to be upset at her for trying to help him. As usual, she had not suffered a single scratch, so there was no sign on her part of any battle. Having a strong desire to be loved by a man, and possessed by him, she elected not to share with him at this point her special skills. That day would come, but not today. THE END |