A chance encounter.
So here I am standing at the bar waiting for the barman to deliver three more pints to me. It’s the first time I’ve been out since the divorce and I’m intent on having a good night, just me and two good mates, strictly no women.
I have my back to the bar so I see her come into the room, she’s not very tall but she is perfectly formed. Probably around 30, short black hair and oozing confidence as she strides to the bar and stands next to me. There’s no one with her and she doesn’t look too happy.
Now one thing I don’t like is to see someone unhappy, especially a good looking girl.
At this point I ought to state that I am 53 years old but look ten years younger (apparently), and I look after myself with regular workouts. I’m a bit guy, well built not fat.
Perhaps I should also admit I like the ladies, that’s why I’m now divorced, again.
I smile at her, my best George Clooney smile, “Hey why so glum pretty lady” I enquire.
She scowls at me and ignores my friendly banter.
“Let me buy you a drink” I persist
She turns and stares at me “Put your fucking cock away granddad and leave me alone”
“Oh nice manners young lady” I retort
Looking at me again, hands on hips “ Why when a woman comes into a bar does some old man have to come hit on her, you think I’m and easy fuck old man?, well I’m not and I’m fed up with men wanting to have their way with me now piss off and leave me alone”
Her voice had gradually got louder during the outburst and people were looking our way, I needed to defend myself, “Hey bitch I’m not interested in your body, or any other part of you I just thought you looked down and offered to buy you a drink in the hope I could cheer you up, but if you go around in this sort of mood it’s easy to see…….”
I got no further, her knee came up so fast and connected with my manhood that I was in total shock. It took my breath away, I went numb and started to drop in slow motion to my knees. Holy fucking shit it hurt.
When I looked up she had gone….‘You bitch’ ,I thought, ‘next time I see you ….’
Well it was unlikely there would be a next time, but it helped me to think I would reap revenge.
Next day was Sunday, the sun was warm and I had nothing to do. My balls hurt still and walking was not so easy. However, I decided a nice stroll around the park might be a good idea.
Fate?, Coincidence? Well I’m not sure.
As I got to the far side of the park there she was, jogging. Damn she was hot.
She left the park, crossed the road and went into one of the houses opposite. I couldn’t see which one it was too far away. At least I knew roughly where she lived.
So what?
But revenge was still in my mind, why I do not know, it is so unlike me.
I started to drive that way to work in the off chance I would see her, and about two weeks later there she was, crossing the road and getting into a waiting taxi which pulled out in front of me.
By chance the taxi happened to go the way I was going (coincidence?), and eventually deposited her in front of a warehouse, she went inside. I went to work.
From that moment she seemed constantly on my mind.
I watched her going to and from work, studied her times etc. ‘Damn’ I thought ’I’m turning into some kind of stalker’.
This bitch needed to be taught a lesson. She had humiliated my in front of friends and strangers, and caused me some real pain.
My plan was made. Thursday night she worked late, and alone. I was so gonna teach her a lesson.
So at 9pm on Thursday night, dressed in black jeans, sweatshirt and trainers, and sporting my newly acquired balaclava, I entered the warehouse.
At the back of the building I could see some sort of office with lights on, she must be in there. I was across the warehouse floor quickly and quietly, there was no one around.
The office door was slightly open and I could see her in the small room working on a computer, her back to the door. She was on some sort of website, something to do with fighting.
I was in the room so fast that she did not have time to react. I grabbed her hair and jolted her upright taking her from behind in a headlock. Then, putting my lips near her ear whispered “I am so gonna teach you a lesson bitch”.
The next thing I know is that her elbow hit the side of my head sending a flurry of stars skittering through my brain, and something deep inside my brain said “She’s looking at a fight website….she’s a fighter”.
I managed to keep my grip on her head and then pushed her hard into the desk, I heard her gasp in pain, but as she went forward she reached up and made a grab for my hair. All she managed to take hold of was the balaclava which she ripped from my head.
Spinning her around with my right hand I sent a left jab into her abs. She groaned a bit and stepped back taking up a fighting stance.
This was not part of my plan.
She was studying my face, and I could see there was some recognition but she could not place me.
I move forward and as I did she hit my body with a lightening fast left, right, left combination. It hurt, but I had taken punches before, so I kept moving forward blocking her follow up. Backing her into a corner I grabbed her hair and then swung her up in a crutch hold before slamming her back first onto a sturdy table.
It must have hurt her but before I could continue she sent a hard right fist upwards that connected perfectly with my jaw.
My head snapped back and in a dazed turmoil I stumbled backwards, I could hear her getting up from the table, shit this was one tough little bitch I thought.
I pushed on through the open door and started to cross the warehouse, I had to get out of here, I’m too old for this shit.
“You fucking male chauvinist bastard” I heard her shout just before she floored me with a drop kick from behind.
I went down hard on the unforgiving concrete floor and must have blacked out for a second, when I re-focussed I was on my back and she was sitting on my chest. She was breathing heavy, I was gasping for air, and she looked so fucking hot.
I could see she was about to hit me again, her fists were at the ready, I tried to bluff it out.
“If you want a date so bad you only have to ask” I tried to joke
Her beautiful face looked like thunder and I tensed ready for the onslaught, but she smiled, suddenly, a smile that made the sun look dull, a smile like I had never seen before, she really was beautiful.
She stood up her tight black trousers showing off her toned legs, I looked higher, a white blouse did it’s best to hide solid abs and perfect breasts.
Leaning down she grabbed my hand and pulled me up.
I felt a right prat.
“Who the fuck are you, and why the attack” she said in a dusky voice, but before I could answer she went on “ Never mind you can tell me later when you buy me dinner, I finish here in half an hour”
I was too shocked to speak as she went back to her office, so I sat on a box and tried to make sense of what had just happened.
To be continued……
