"It's the only one you're gonna get."Lara couldn't think of a witty reply. She leapt forward, faking a head kick and bringing her heel down squarely o... his knee. He made to grab the leg but Lara was too quick for him.This is going to be a long bloody fight.Ben hobbled up to the big truck, keeping an eye on the two guys leaning against the front fender. They were almost hidden in its shadow and the main thing Ben could see of them were the bright red cherries of their cigarettes. He could hear. I stared back, afraid to divert my eyes. I didn't know what to expect. I had pissed women off before, but nothing like this. I quickly looked around for an escape route."He wouldn't do it!" she blurted out.I turned back to face her. "He who? Wouldn't do what?" My husband. He ... he ... he wouldn't do anything I told him to."My body relaxed and I breathed easier. "Do what?" What you showed me. He wouldn't do it. He said... Grrrrr, I hate him!"I stared at the young wife. She never looked more. Her face was flushed, her hair matted and in disarray, and hert-shirt soaked with sweat and sticking to her body. Her nipples were still erect and plainly visible.However, as she cleaned up she began to feel a little better. Lots of people had some pretty strangefantasies. After all, she knew some women had **** fantasies but they certainly didn’t want to be ****dfor real. Just because she had dreamed about a horse didn’t mean she really wanted to “do it” with one.Convincing herself the dream. The blow broke his jaw, gave him a concussion and dropped him like a poll axed steer. When he fell the arm he’d hit Sally with lay conveniently across the edges of the concrete steps and I stomped it several times, breaking it in a number of places like kindling wood. I had the sole of my boot on his throat when I turned to look at Sally. I asked her, “Would you like for me to really hurt him now, my Love? I don’t think there’s a Grand Jury in the south that would indict me for murder.