Julia and Marie-Claude were fighting on the patio’s floor, almost motionless. A casual observer, from a distance, could have mistaken them for one strange animal that would have two pairs of legs and a strange white head, with two different tone of skin.
Still holding Marie-Claude in a scissor hold and trying to choke her with her arm, Julia was beginning to find it difficult to breathe under her shirt, which her opponent had pulled over her head.
At that moment, Marie-Claude talked. Her voice was coarse as she could breathe only with difficulty, even if Julia’s lock was losing strength as she tired.
-“C’mon ! This is crazy. Let me go and I will pack my things and leave the house.” She released a bit of the pressure on Julia’s shirt, which she was holding against her face, so that the landlady could answer.
-“ Admit that you were fooling with my husband, you little slut !” Julia’s breath was short and her voice hardly a whisper. Nevertheless, Marie-Claude had no more patience for verbal abuse.
She would have said something like “That does it, you are going to get the beating of your life!” but she saved her breath for her next move.
Still using her left hand to blind Julia with her own shirt, she used her right one to grab the other woman’s wrist around her neck and twist it backward. Julia screamed. She tried to pull Marie-Claude’s arm away with her other hand and squeezed all she could with her legs around her opponent’s waist. But Marie-Claude had moved and Julia’s long, white legs, were putting pressure mainly on the young woman’s firm and muscular hips, which did not hurt her very much.
The main result was that Julia exhausted herself. Her fifty something years of age, her lack of physical exercise for the last few years, and all that smoking was beginning to kick in.
Marie-Claude freed herself from Julia’s hold her neck and got up on her knees. Julia’s legs slipped down as both women were beaming with sweat. She now was squeezing, weakly, Marie-Claude’s solid thighs, a total waste of energy.
Marie-Claude was now on her knees, holding both Julia’s wrists and pinning them to the floor. Julia was still blinded with her shirt but, sensing the situation, tried to push back her opponent. In vain as she was finding that Marie-Claude was much stronger than she was. Julia still had good reflexes, however and she let go her scissor hold and pulled her legs closer to her own waist, when she felt her feet touching Marie-Claude’s hips, she used her last drop of strength and kicked as hard as she could.
Marie-Claude was propelled up and backward. She let go of Julia’s wrist and tried to use her hands to hold at something. She caught only air and fell hard on her backside, her head hitting the chair on which, only a few minutes earlier, Julia’s husband Derek was sitting. That was before he simply ran way from a fight.
Marie-Claude lied on the floor for a moment, seeing colors dancing before her eyes.
Julia finally managed to get her shirt of her face and took it off completely.
Both women were now only in their bikinis. The 52 year-old Julia in a red bikini contrasting with her pale, white skin, and the 22 year-old Marie-Claude, in blue, not covering much of her firm, tanned body.
At about the same time, both fighters decided to get up on their feet. Marie-Claude was still a bit dizzy and had to grab the patio chair to help herself on her still shaky legs. Julia, on the other hand, literally jumped on her feet, only to find out how winded she really was. As soon as she stood up, her knees almost gave up under her and she saw some stars. She had to muster all her energy to stay up.
She would have attacked Marie-Claude right away but had to take some time to breathe. This gave her young opponent a few second to get her spirits together and soon, she was also standing. Losing no time, she advanced on Julia.
The mature woman launched a straight punch but she was tired and much slower than she had been. Marie-Claude, not the one to be taken by surprise again, dodged the blow by a simple step on the side. Even if the punch had not missed, it probably would not have done much damage, considering how little momentum it had.
Then Marie-Claude’s police training showed. She grabbed Julia’s arm and pulled her forward. Julia fell on one knee, scorching it on the patio’s wooden floor, while the young woman pulled her arm behind her back in a perfect chickenwing. At the same time, Marie-Claude folded her other arm around Julia’s neck, immobilizing her.
She then forced her opponent up on her feet again, viciously twisting her arm behind her back.
Julia screamed.
-“Have enough ?” Marie-Claude asked.
-“Go to hell!” was the answer.
Marie-Claude then put even more pressure on the chickenwing, making Julia howl and cry.
-“Stop it ! Please !”
-“You have enough ?
-“Say you’re sorry!”
“I am sorry ! Please stop!”
After a few seconds of pleading, Marie-Claude thought that Julia had her lesson. She let her go.
Julia quickly walked away from her tormentor, massaging her right arm and trying to get the tears off her eyes.
Marie-Claude said :
-“I am going in my room to pack my things. I’ll send you a check for what is left of this month’s rent and I hope never to see you again!”
The she walked passed Julia towards the bay window.
But Julia was not about to let her go like this. As soon as she saw Marie-Claude’s back, she dashed for her and kidney-punched the youngster.
Marie-Claude howled with pain and her knees bent. Then Julia grabbed her by the hair with one hand and snatched her left arm with the other, applying a chickenwing.
Marie-Claude bent her right arm and, with a quick move, elbowed Julia in the lower ribs.
Julia double over with a painful sigh, letting go her hold on her opponent.
She straigtened up, trying to breathe, only to see Marie-Claude’s hand coming at her.
The backhand slap literally sent Julia’s head jerking backward. Almost knocked off her feet, the older woman did not see Marie-Claude coming to catch her.
The young police student caught Julia’s torso with her arms, made a sexy movement with her hips and, with a textbook hiptoss, sent her flying, butt over head.
Julia landed heavily on the patio’s floor. The air was expelled brutally from her lungs and she felt the wooden beam hitting the soft flesh on her back and buttocks. Her whole body contorted in pain.
She would have stayed there, beaten, but Marie-Claude now, was mightily pissed off. That last sneak attack was more than she could bear.
She grabbed Julia’s short hair with one hand, her wrist with other and forced her to get up. No easy task since the older woman’s body was almost limp. She was sobbing as Marie-Claude was pulling her up.
Marie-Claude slapped her a few times and twisted her wrist. –“Get up!” she ordered.
Julia grabbed Marie-Claude’s arm but she was not trying any fighting move, she was just helping herself up. As soon as she stood on her shaky legs, Marie-Claude twisted her arms behind her back and made her move away from the house. Then she pushed her brutally.
I took a fraction of a second for Julia to see where Marie-Claude was sending her.
The pool. The above ground pool was at the same height as the patio. Her feet hit the edge of the pool and Julia plunged head first in the water.
To be continued.
