Chapter 17

It was 4 o’clock in the afternoon when I felt the bed move. I heard Jen peeing; I needed to do the same thing. I headed to the bathroom, I would soon know if we were still friends or mortal enemies. I waited until I heard her washing her hands before I walked in. I went to the medicine chest and handed her a new tube of toothpaste, a new toothbrush and a travel bottle of mouthwash. I sat and peed while she freshened up and then I did the same. There was a double sink so we each had one. I noticed her in the mirror looking at her self. She had a nice hickey by her right nipple and another small one on the side of her neck.

I had a small one on the side of my neck. I didn’t remember that happening; it must have been good.

Jen looked at me, smiled and said, “We were so good together! That was the first time I have been with a women and I loved it.”

“Then you won’t mind if I do this,” I said.

We were both still naked, so I pulled her to me, kissed her deeply and held our bodies tightly together.

“No, not at all,” she replied as she pulled me back to do the same thing.

“Well,” I said “I need to go to my house to get clothes and things then take you home or to get your car if you want to come back tonight.”

“I’m going to stay up all night to get into the night shift routine; you can join me if you like.”

“Tomorrow night will be my first night on the job, tomorrow morning I needed to go get my uniforms.” We pulled on our tops and me in my shorts, Jen in her cut offs – neither of us with panties – we went to my house.

Jen looked at her phone, “Oh my, 25 calls from Roger.”

” I can take care of that problem,” she said.

She dialed him on speaker mode. He answered with “Hey babe, where the hell did you go and where have you been, you bitch?”

Jen said, “Well, you’re right about me being a bitch, but I’m not your bitch any more. We are done its over, don’t call me for anything – just delete my number.”

She hung up and looked at me; “BJ, it feels great to be rid of that asshole,” she said.

At my old house I picked up my duffle bag and a lot of my clothes and equipment to keep at Jake’s house, now that I had reason to stay there.

I told Jen to look in the panties drawer and pick out something if she wanted.

“No,” she replied. “I think I want to be free this evening.”

She gave me directions to get to her house. It only took a few minutes.

“I’ll put together a quick travel bag and follow you back, OK,” Jen said.

“That will be great,” I replied.

I walked in with her. Her dad was at the table and Jen introduced us. We made small talk while Jen got her things.

He said “I know you from somewhere.”

“I have been out of the country for a while,” I said.

“Oh, OK, maybe I’m mistaken,” he said.

Jen yelled down, “BJ, can you help me a second.”

I went upstairs. Jen had thrown together two big bags and needed help getting them down. I carried both of them down for her. Her Dad raised his eyebrows as we went by but didn’t say a word.

I had just put them in the back of Jen’s car and we were getting ready to leave when Roger drove into the driveway and blocked us from leaving. He got out of his car all mouthy, shouting obscenities at Jenny. I’m sure everybody in the neighborhood could hear. He called her every word in the book while he was walking towards her.

“You fucking whore, how dare you leave me drunk at the bar, you were to drive me home, not answering my calls – you bitch. I’m not going to be treated that way. Who did you leave the bar with – I’m going to kick his ass for messing with my girlfriend,” he yelled.

He got to Jen a split second before I got there; I barely had time enough to deflect the slap he intended for her. He just lightly connected. I went into an immediate rage; no man was going to beat up on a woman if I had anything to do with it.

I threw my punch at his Adam’s apple and connected. I hadn’t connected hard enough to crush his larynx but he was one hurting puppy. Roger was against the truck with his hands at his throat. All my years of weight training, self defense plus the adrenaline rush came to the front. I was throwing punches at his soft spots as hard and as fast as I could. I landed multiple hits to his stomach, to his sides, under the rib cage and a couple of good ones just below the sternum. He started to lean forward to fall. I pushed him back and punched some more.

I was close putting him away for good when I heard someone yell, “Sergeant Jones, BJ, that’s enough, don’t kill him.”

I turned to see Jen’s dad walking to me. I turned back to Roger, grabbed him and half carried him back to his car. I opened the door and pushed him into the seat.

I said, “Don’t you ever com back here again, don’t you ever bother Jen again, or I will finish this and no one will ever find your body.”

I walked back to Jen and looked at the mark on her face. I wished I had hit Roger some more. We hugged and I asked, “Are you OK? I’m sure we both had tears in our eyes.

Jen’s dad said, “As soon as I saw you throw that first punch I remembered your picture and story in the paper. You live up to the billing. Thanks for protecting Jenny!”

“How are your hands? Come in the house, let’s put ice on them,” he said.

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4 Responses to Chapter 17

  1. cindypress says:

    very well done this girl is macho as hell lol.

  2. cindypress says:

    I thought character had a lot of room to develop. She is quite a girl.

  3. jackballs57 says:

    She is developing quite nicely, Still a few rough spots to work through. Hope you are having a great day. Thanks for replying

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