This biker chick recently showed up at a rally in Pennsylvania with a horrendous black eye, which had glued her left eye shut. A small portion of her eyeball could be seen through the eye slit, and it was gross.
She was a sexy babe who always wore tight jeans and skimpy tops, and had won some tight jeans, best buns and wet T-shirt contests in the past. She was also a middle school teacher who often talked about how unruly some of the girls were. "There's some big girls in our school and they don't always respect a little chick like me."
If she thought middle school was bad, it hadn't prepared her for a recent move to the high school, where all middle school kids now had to attend. Bev, this slender, sexy biker chick, was now working at the biggest high school in the city.
The first week of school, Bev, clad in her tight Levi's and less revealing shirt, had tried to break up a fight between two fat 18 year-old seniors. These girls were nearly 6'0" tall and 300 pounds. Bev was 29, 5'4" and 112 pounds. She wasn't very strong and was grossly overmatched.
Just as she put her hand on one of the girl's shoulders, she felt someone reach between her legs from behind, pick her up and slam her against the locker. Bev bounced off the locker and landed on all fours with an, "ummmphhhh." As she stood up, she caught an elbow to the eye that knocked her back against the locker.
The fight was still on. Bev, who felt a bit woozy, looked to her left and saw an immense girl with stringy black hair smirking at her. The smirk sooned turned to a scowl then a look of hatred.
"The girl had to be 6'6" and 400 pounds," said Bev. "She looked like she wanted to kill me." As Bev was catching her breath, the girl stepped toward her and put a hand on Bev's slender shoulder. She squeezed Bev's shoulder firmly and stuck her round face up near the biker chick's left ear.
"This never happened, ya here me, cxnt . . . ur, teach? Breathe one word and it'll be your last."
Bev's heart thundered as she looked up at the girl. The girl then patted her ass and said, "I'd make ya my bitch if this were prison. And I know what I'd do to ya there."
"I was never so afraid in my life." Bev ignored the pat and side comment. The girl would probably beat her before anything else. Some teachers broke up the fight and all the kids went off to their classes. When asked, Bev said she accidentally got socked when trying to break up the fight. "It was my fault," she told the principal.
Bev inquired about the girl later that day. One of the teachers told her the girl's name was Alice Holmes. And that Alice was known for her brutality. She had taken one female teacher to the woods behind the school and beaten her senseless last year. Bev briefly envisioned herself being mauled by the girl and left for dead in the middle of the woods. Then the bell rang and she headed out the door. Bev didn't dare rat the girl out because she took the warning to heart.
