"No, once again you are wrong." My sister was in full flight. What had started as a mild discussion over a drink or two now looked like a real argument. "The Upjohn Foundation published a monograph about three years ago showing the effects of the Free Trade Policies since their start under Nixon. And guess what- they show that for every nine jobs those policies have created America has lost 10 and those nine new jobs are jobs with less pay, less conditions and less skill. That is why free trade policies lead – in developed countries at least to fewer jobs and the jobs that are there still are poorer jobs. Not that that conclusion should surprise anyone who knows any economic history." Kate looked hard at the young college boy whose face was now almost as red as his bright auburn hair. "The same thing is true of Great Britain. Now while you can't blame that country’s entire economic decline on free trade – you have to allow for its class consciousness and for the lack of skills training in comparison with say Germany – nevertheless Pat Buchanan is right in saying that free trade gutted British industry. Read his articles. You can’t say he’s some “liberal” socialist.” She paused for breath.
"I don’t know about that." The guy - I couldn’t remember his name – tried to resume the fight."But free trade allows poor countries to develop industries."
"Garbage," sneered Kate.
We were standing around the bbq sipping drinks. James had just turned on the lights- if anything a bit early as it was still light enough to see well but he was proud of his new outside lights. They were laid out to give interesting effects, some set behind bushes, others in trees- the overall pattern was halfway between fairy lights and normal. And of course we were supposed to admire them. And we did.
“It’s all solar powered, like the house, almost no carbon foot print here and we have the wind turbines too.” He pointed to them.
“A property the size of this is hardly environmentally friendly, It’s huge.” Andrew had to niggle.
“It’s three quarters of an acre, and we are just about self sufficient- I grow all our own vegetables, we have a big greenhouse for tomatoes and the like; I only use rain water or melted snow, -see the water tanks- there’s another underground I have the windmill to pump it up again.. Indeed thanks to my brother in law- Tom Denning, Becca knows him- we- a few local owners - have created an easement through a line of properties for a cycle and walking trail. We link up with the county trail that leads from the railway station to the lake. Tom sold the idea to the other owners as a marketing ploy, saying the easement and some building covenants will make your properties more valuable, he calls it “High Trees Houses.’”
It was certainly a change from the apartment they have lived in before. You couldn’t see nor hear your neighbours. I’d tried to joke once with my sister, “You could throw orgies here and no one would know. “
It hadn’t gone down well. She and James were way too staid, too buttoned up- except for cat fighting. I knew she got turned on as much as I did; she’d seen me fight a blonde on the beach the previous summer and for weeks afterwards she couldn’t stop talking about it. It must have been something in our genes- we each had the same kink. I wondered whether she’d ever fight herself.
After a few minutes I took Mark-James and Kate’s toddler-to the pool to paddle. I held him up in the water while he splashed around. He thought it was great. It was a chance to avoid Kate’s lecture- that is what it was, because she had all the answers.
Splashing with Mark also gave me a chance to avoid Andrew, without being too obvious.
We had argued on the way when he told me he was going on a hunting trip with Alan Lobsey and his cronies.
“Lobsey!” I was furious. “He is odious, he objectifies women. A hunting trip with him will be an excuse to drink too much and to screw some redneck trash."Andrew said nothing. He just looked at the road as he drove. I tried again, I pleaded. I so wanted him not to go with that vile man, Lobsey. "Andrew,” I patted his knee as I tried to persuade him, “you’re better than him, you told me how disgusted you were at his boasting of how he got some girl to blow him and his mates at an L station.”
“Becca, honey, I haven’t been away with the guys for ages.”
I played my ultimate hand, no guy would refuse sex. “Andrew why don’t you and I go away together- just us, a cabin in the woods.”
He shook his head, “I just want to go hunting with my friends.”
I tried to hide my disappointment. “I don’t mind you going away- just so long as it’s not with Alan Lobsey.”
“You do know he’ll be at your sister’s.”
I nodded, unhappily. For some reason both Andrew and James liked that oaf.
After that the conversation petered out, we sat in silence for the rest of the journey. While playing with Mark I chatted with some of the guys standing round the pool.
I handed Mark to David- one of the guys I’d been talking to- when my nephew wanted to get out. I smiled my thanks and ran my hands through my hair. Mark ran off to my sister who scooped him up and dried him off.
I got out myself and David handed me my towel. It was good to have some male attention “Oh thank you so much. You’re such a gentleman.” I smiled. He helped me dry off. “That is so good.” I encouraged him and gave him a hug and a peck when he finished. I hoped that this would get Andrew away from talking to Lobsey
“Becca, can I get you a drink?” David asked.
“Why thank you that would be lovely”. I squeezed his hand. We made our way over to where my sister and her husband had a tub full of drinks on ice. I felt Andrew’s eyes on me every step of the way. And I knew his weren’t the only eyes on me. Even Lobsey stared – but then he would, he always stared at women, as I had said to Andrew, he objectified women. Still, as they say “If you’ve got it, flaunt it.” The genes gave me something to flaunt but it was the hard work from frequent trips to the gym that gave me a reason to flaunt it. That, and the tiny white bikini and the great job as a veterinary made for plenty of men who'd be more than happy to replace Andrew.
The back door slammed, I turned; so did half the males. A tall –probably about 5ft 11-slender, young - she couldn’t have been much older than twentytwo-redhead, strode down the steps as if they were a catwalk. She sauntered over, David’s eyes popped. Her boobs- they must have been 36DD’s almost popped out of her sky blue bikini.
“David meet Sara.” David’s brother Adam introduced her. “She’s home from college for the summer.”
The way David eyed her off I wished she had stayed at college. He got her a drink though anyone could see from how she spoke that she had already had a few, which Adam confirmed by answering his brother, “Yes, we’ve been to a party, I’m the driver, I called in to see how you were going.”
“Just fine, especially now.” He looked straight at Sara. “And when did you meet my little brother?” He chuckled-they were both well over six feet tall.
.
Sara already had one arm around Adam’s waist and she slipped her free arm around David’s. “I wouldn’t call him little.” She cast her eyes down to his crotch and then over at David’s. “I assume that size runs in the family.” She giggled and then stepped back from both men – but their smirks told me she had given each a good squeeze and it wasn’t around the waist.
I rolled my eyes at that and snorted. I didn’t mean for her to hear. Well maybe I did, but not consciously. It just came out and I guess that she noticed. “Don’t worry. I’m not here to steal your boyfriend.” She giggled again which just drove me crazy.
"Oh, Becca’s not my girl friend – just a friend.”
I could have killed David.
“Well, then nothing to worry about. Even if I were trying to steal him, I can’t steal what you don’t own.” She giggled and ran her hand through her red flaming red hair. Her flirtations were so obvious.
“Oh that’s okay, David doesn’t cradle snatch.”
“Oh honey.” Her voice just dripped with sarcasm, “That what all older women say. And sorry but it just aint true. Don’t believe me? Just ask any man here whose snatch he’d rather have – a woman in her prime or,” she paused for affect “someone past her prime?”
"What's prime to you?" I muttered to myself. I turned to David and whispered loud enough for anyone to hear. “Adam likes babies, you like babes." Yes it was almost a trashy comment –way beneath me – but this red head was getting on my nerves.
And then she snatched my arm. "Baby? How's this for a baby?" She tried to throw me into the pool. She failed. I smelt alcohol on her breath- it figured; anyone who would try to wrestle me into a pool after that banter had to be drunk. But that, I thought, gave me an opportunity. I grabbed her and together we fell in with a splash.
I heard the guys chuckle. I turned to Sara. "Not a baby, not a babe; just a bitch."
She laughed. She grabbed me by the hair dunking me three times. Between the second and third time she hissed. "If you say so. I'm glad to play the part of bitch for you."
I spluttered as I went under for the third time. I seized her shoulders. I shoved her hard, into the deeper water. The bitch didn’t miss a trick; she held onto my hair, she dragged me with her. Even as she stumbled she still punched me hard. I choked on a mouthful of water. She regained her footing. I tried to knee her in the tummy. That wasn’t the smartest move since we were in a pool. I knew it would have been smarter to punch her where the water wouldn’t slow down the thrust. But I was getting desperate She grabbed my knee. At least she let go of my hair. She tried to shove my leg up in the air, to push me back under the water again.
I broke free and swam away, I swam hard, panicking, out of breath. Sara had half drowned me. I thought I was clear when I felt her fingers lock onto my ankle, I tried to break away again. I was frantic. Defeat, humiliation loomed. Sara tugged me backwards, shoved her free hand on my back and forced me under yet again- I'd had just enough time to gulp some air before she did. I felt the young girl move up along side of me, letting go of my ankle. I stood, gulping air into my bursting lungs. I had no time to think of defense before her arms- the bitch had such a long reach- wrapped around my chest just below my bust-line. She squeezed hard, whispering in my ear. "You’re finished."
I struggled to slam my elbows into her sides. But it did me no good. She grunted but kept a firm hold. She lowered her grip a little then she lifted me. She was taller than I was, by bending her back she was able to lift me higher still. She raised me till my tummy was out of the water.
She was humiliating me. The guys, the girls all saw me struggling vainly, my elbows flailing, my legs kicking. They saw her lift me like a baby. They saw her sway me from side to side in the shallow water.
The boys laughed, "Yea, Sara finish her!" Adam chuckled.
"Drown the bitch!" That bastard Lobsey crowed.
At least David was worried. “Don’t let her beat you Becca.”
And Andrew still cheered, “You can do it, break away Becca!”
Sara slipped her grip. I thought I had weakened her with my elbows and kicking. Far from it. She slipped her fingers through my bikini top and dug her nails into my tits. The pain was intense, I was being held up by my breasts, her fingers digging into my soft flesh. I tried but I couldn’t help screaming. I knew it would be like music to the bitch’s ears.
Adam turned to his brother "I didn’t know Becca sang," and laughed.
Lobsey said simply, "I think your girl is fucked, Andrew."
I was determined Sara’s moment of glory would be short lived! Her grip was looser. I twisted to one side. I threw my head back. She let me go rather than risk the head butt in her nose.
I slipped down into the water and pushed away.
And I heard Andrew say, “What’s the matter with you today Becca?" I knew he liked me fighting and beating this redhead bitch would be a sure way of getting him back where I wanted him- away from Lobsey and doing what I wanted. I just had to do it.
“She’s old." Adam said.
I brindled at his comments but it was taken up by some other men. "That young girl has her on the ropes already."
My ears burned as David said,“Becca’s in trouble. Sad to say, but I don’t think she’ll last another five minutes."
Lobsey just crowed "Becca can't keep up. She's gone a million. She's meat." I hated him. I was going to prove them wrong.
I growled but kept playing possum letting Sara advance. She was more cautious than I expected, standing in her place, waiting for me –surely she wasn’t being chivalrous and waiting for me to recover. Her next comment told me she wasn’t. "What's the matter, hag? Did I wear you out already?"
I snapped. "Come on bitch. Tired? No staying power. A real disappointment."
I’d noted that she resented my comments about her youth. True to form she spat. "Fuck you grandma."
Only a few men joined in, most were older than me. Her comments simply reminded them of their age. And I was going to milk it. “Baby just good for a quickie?" I turned to Adam. "Maybe not even a quickie. Maybe a one minute stand." Adam laughed loudly. I had bought some time, I had regained my stamina. I stood, body flexed, ready for whatever Sara dished out.
She flushed, the insult hit, she struggled to restrain herself, "Well, I'm sure any one of the guys here would love to see if that were true." Several men cheered as they agreed- perhaps they thought they’d score if they agreed with her. "And even if it were true, I'm sure a minute with me would be much more exciting than a whole night with you."
"Sweetie, experience is so much better than enthusiasm, " I paused, "but perhaps, despite your youth, you are very, very experienced." I winked at David standing next to his by now red faced brother. "Perhaps even a little,” and again I paused,”err used?"
I’d got her angry. She charged in trying to reach out to grab my throat. I dodged her attack. She splashed past, I turned, I pushed her head under water. I held her there for a long minute. She panicked, she gargled, she must have swallowed a heap of water. She elbowed me in my nose, my cheek, my throat. She was trying anything to force me away and let her for air again. She need not have tried so hard; I wasn’t trying to drown her. I let her head go. I seized her long red hair, dragging her back off her feet. I thrust my free fist into her tummy. “Not so experienced at this are you sweetie?"
She coughed, sputtered, gasped. I’d weakened her. Ducking her and punching her had told. And I’d made her lose her cool. She croaked defiantly, "Fuck you." as she threw both her hands up, raking, clawing her nails up and down my face, gouging my eyes.
"Shit! What a bitch, what gutter did you drag her from Adam?” His brother David asked.
I turned, still clutching her hair trying to get away from her hands, yanking her hair, dragging her head back under water. Experience beat enthusiasm; she started well- her attack surprised me, momentarily overwhelmed me, but she didn’t know how to keep the momentum, how to turn a great opening into a winning fight. I heard her gasp just before I drove her under.
She tried to kick- I think she hoped I was too angry to notice her move. I wasn’t, I was focused on winning the fight. I turned blocking her foot, taking the kick with my crotch, on my thigh. Yes, it hurt so much that I loosened my grip on her hair, so much that I’d limp for an hour or two but I’d beat her yet.
I wasn’t the only one who knew where Sara had tried to kick. Andrew knew “Did you see what the slut tried to do? Whip her ass babe!” He got so turned on when I fought.
"She sure is a dirty fighter." James joined in.
"She's a winner. Got to fight to win." Adam said. The oaf.
I’d looked away; I’d thought I’d have a moment to myself. Sara was breathing hard. I thought she would need a few seconds to recover. Instead she slammed her elbow into my gut. I staggered back gasping.
"Becca won’t take her if she doesn’t pay attention." David added. I so didn’t want to hear that. I’d hate to think he was supporting her. I rallied I’d show him, and his stupid brother. I closed on Sara. I clasped her shoulders, slamming her off balance. There was a big splash as my move seemed to succeed. She bobbed up quickly, floating on her back, kicking hard – her kicks both helping her to get away and hitting my chin and shoulders. She could still think quickly, she could still move well.
"Man, I think Becca is beaten, Sara is just too good.” It was that oaf Adam again.
I seized Sara’s ankle, I pulled her hard towards me. I stepped to the side. I pressed firmly down on her knee. I yanked her foot up. She screamed in pain. Yes she could think quickly, I could think quicker:
David answered his brother, "Your red head is tiring."
Adam snapped back, “So is Becca." He didn’t want to see the girl he had picked up that evening defeated- but everyone knew she would be. He was a sore loser.
Marlene Cohen hissed, “Who cares what those two sluts are doing." She was seriously annoyed at the attention we were getting. “Just two trash fighting bah!" She and I would have words later.
Sara tried to kick, she didn’t succeed. She swung her heel hard, she tried to hit my chin. But it was hard for her to kick with her head in the water. I dodged her foot. I yanked the foot I was holding. I slammed my free elbow into her tummy, and then a second time.
Sara groaned. She was weakened and fading by the minute. Marlene spat out. "Are you two sluts done yet? Can we just get back to the party already?"
I couldn’t see my sister inviting those jealous bitches back to her house again. I rammed my elbow into Sara’s belly again. Some guys cheered. I turned; grabbing hold of Sara’s hair as she lay gasping for breath after I’d pounded her belly three times in as many seconds. I hauled her underwater. I tugged her towards the edge. "I’m just about to haul in the catch of the day. Too bad it’s an overly ripe carp.”
Andrew chuckled, “Show us her tits" I smiled at Andrew. Like all guys at such times he was thinking with his cock. I remembered how he had loved me marching that blonde around the beach after I’d beaten her earlier back in May. That had been a good day, Kate and I had beaten the blonde’s friends at volleyball, then I trashed the blonde. Now I wanted to trash Sara. She struggled under water, she tried to get her head up, I wouldn’t let her. She sent her elbows thudding into my sides, my chest, my tummy; anywhere to break my hold. I grabbed the tie on her bikini-I was lucky it was one of those easy off bow ones- and pulled. The bikini came off in my hand. I whirled it over my head. “Catch as catch can!” I threw it. David, Adam and Alan Lobsey, all leapt to catch it. I was furious to see Lobsey succeed.
Sara worked her way loose- I didn’t want to drown the girl so I’d let her get her head above water. Her boobs bounced as she breathed deeply.
“Give girl?”
She was stupid. She must have convinced herself that she still stood a chance. She hissed "Never!" She raked her nails across my face. Marlene and her coven of hags broke their angry huddle and spread out around the pool. ”They are both bitches." Marlene hissed, "Some of you guys should wake up to yourselves! What’s so good about two sluts fighting?”
“Becca is a hottie, she is sexy, she fights.” David let her have it with both barrels.
I tried to punch but Sara dodged me and swung her own punch. She missed, I’d sidestepped. I punched her gut. This time it hit. She almost folded, she staggered forward, holding onto me with her hands on my shoulders, she drooped. I thought she was out of it. Instead she swung her head back and forward hard. It was only experience, that vital something that Sara lacked, that made me raise my own head so that her head butt slammed into the base of my nose. If I hadn’t she’d have broken it. As it was it bled. A lot. I staggered back "Arrgh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" My nose erupted in pain.
"What was that about landing the redhead, I think that big fish might still have more than a few tricks! Go for it Sara." Adam chuckled.
Sara attacked with hard jabs aimed at my midsection as I backed away. As I reached the side of the pool she grabbed my shoulders. I knew what she wanted- to jam me against the edge, and again it was that vital experience that counted. I raised my knee. She impaled herself on it. She stumbled but came forward again swinging her elbow into my already bloody nose. I squealed in pain, but again experience told. I lashed at her boobs, ripping deep furrows into them and once again slammed my knee into her gut.
And that was it. Sara had shot her bolt. She fell on me, pushing us both under water. I got up first. I held her head down. Becca you'll drown her." Adam yelled.
I counted to ten while she thrashed away exhausting herself. Reluctantly I let her up. She bobbed to the surface; I rolled her onto her back. Then, I dragged her to the side of the pool. David and Andrew lifted her. She lay on the side. They helped me out. I rested my foot on her stomach –the classic victory pose.
Andrew kissed me. He put his hand around my waist. “You are so hot! Let me find some cream for your cuts.” He led me in the house.
“Let's go away next weekend. Just you and me.”
“I thought you were hunting with Lobsey.”
“Not any more Becca. “ He kissed me.,
