OBleedingMe
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The event I'm about to recollect is nonfiction (or not...). Please give me your opinions on it. I've already received many views from friends and family, but I'd rather have some from a few "objective" strangers.
All names have been changed.
I have had a girlfriend for about six months. We'll call her "Theresa". She's really very attractive. Long, naturally curly black hair. Not stick-thin, has a nice figure, well-sized breasts, wide auburn eyes. Of course, she's quite ticklish. 😉
One strange thing I've noticed about Theresa. She attracts tons of lesbians. And I mean by the truckload. Not the feminine kind, either. The butches. Most of them courteous and leave well enough alone when they see us holding hands or that she's taken. A few are arrogant, but so are some of the guys who like her.
One day, while we were lying in bed, Theresa told me of a lesbian at school who was really on her case. We'll call her "Chris". It appeared that, despite the fact that Theresa had told Chris many times that she was not homosexual in the slightest of ways and she had a boyfriend, the girl would not leave her be. It came to a head while she was researching in the school library and Chris walked behind her, grabbed her waist, and kissed her on the neck. She reacted by smacking her in the face and telling her not to do that ever again. After this incident, Chris proceeded to tell everyone she knew that Theresa was her "bitch", etc. Eventually, Theresa had told me, the rumors died down. I asked her if everything was all right after that, and she said yes.
Fast forward one week. I attended a college play Theresa is in. After the play, I see this 4'6", 220 - 240 lb. female approaching me while I talked with Theresa about her performance. The female had short red hair, freckles all over her face - one of those women who wouldn't be attractive even if they had lost the weight, I suppose you could say. She wore essentially a male "wigger" outfit, complete with sagging pants, sweatband, and oversized Jersey. This, as you might have guessed, was Chris. She proceeded to tell me Theresa was "her woman" and that I better "watch my back, yo". I responded to this by treating her like a lady the rest of the evening. Opening doors for her, asking to carry her backpack, etc. Man, she HATED that.
Two weeks later, I'm in the local mall with Theresa on the second floor. We were shopping for a mutual friend's birthday present. Up ahead, I spot Chris with a bunch of her friends, all dressed in similar male ghetto apparel. I figured Chris would have said some snide comment, but I never expected what happened next, and this the part I need opinions on.
As Chris walked by us, she snapped her hand out and crushed Theresa's right breast, then twisted it so viciously I could actually hear the skin making a creaking sound - much like that of a leather jacket. Theresa's face had become a red mask of agony. At the same time, I saw Chris's free hand coming up to smack Theresa in the face.
I didn't think. I reacted. Immediately, a rage boiled up and over inside me that was nearly primal. Male protective instincts, I guess you could call it. I grabbed Chris by the shirt and slammed her against a concrete wall separating two stores, punched her in the gut to knock the wind out of her, then dragged her over to the balcony. When of her friends attempted to intervene and clawed at my neck, my fist rewarded her with a broken tooth for her efforts. I tossed Chris stomach first onto the railing, holding her up by the shoulders of her Jersey. She was gasping and twisting like a fish out of water.
I leaned in as close as I could to her. Looking her dead in eyes, and in a voice that was so raspy and hate-filled I didn't recognize it as my own, I said: "You want to act like a perverted man, prepare to be treated like one. If I catch you near my girlfriend again, I'll throw you over this balcony."
Chris's eyes were wide and afraid. She was sobbing like a child. I dropped her to the floor and took in the scene with uncanny detail (due to adrenaline rush, I suppose). Chris's friends had jetted, save for the one I punched. She too was sobbing, hands cupping her mouth, blood dripping onto her shirt and the sky blue floor tiles. Theresa was leaning against the concrete wall, also sobbing, holding her breast through her shirt. Tiny dots of blood were blooming there. I had drawn quite a crowd, chest heaving, eyes twitching from left to right, heart hammering, my breath coming through my clenched teeth in grunts. Everything was magnified. The lights, the sounds, the smells. Quite an experience.
To my utter astonishment, I felt a severe disappointment. I found myself hoping that they would have tried to hit me so I could retaliate - a VERY alien feeling for me. I'm usually a pretty peaceful guy. But it was there, no doubt about it.
I went to Theresa and asked her it she was all right. The way she was hitching her chest made me angry all over again, but I restrained myself. Besides, as I was trying to soothe Theresa, I heard Chris and her friend take to their feet and flee.
To make a long story short, the mall's "Keystone Cops" showed up on the scene soon after, fully armed with their radios and flashlights... I think their supervisor hand one whole set of handcuffs, LOL. Theresa was treated at the First Aid in the mall. We were referred to the nearest hospital. It appeared that several blood vessels had been burst near the nipple due to extreme trauma. There wasn't much they could do except put some soothing ointment on it and bandage it up. Theresa couldn't wear a bra for four months. It was just too painful. She had marks on her breast for almost five months.
When we spoke to the cops, they were very sympathetic... that is, until I mentioned the assailants were female. All of sudden, the tables turned. I was damn near arrested... until Theresa stepped between me and the cop and quite bravely unwrapped her breast and showed it to the officer (we were in an examination room), who immediately relented. It really scares me how slanted the laws are towards females in this day and age. You can call a woman a dork and get arrested for verbal abuse. You can be clawed half to death and be the one arrested when the cops show. We at least managed to get a complaint in and a restraining order put into affect. A lawyer told us that it was almost useless trying to charge Chris, because the Keystone Cops never tried to retain witnesses. They just let everyone walk off, and no one came forward, of course. That's NJ/NY people for you. As for suing the Security Company for negligence... that is a very real possibility.
Later that night, I made Theresa feel a little better, at least in the intimate way. I think that was the best sex I ever had. I know Theresa told me it was for her, despite her breast. So if you couples are looking to spice up your sex life... sorry, trying to add a bit of levity. 🙁
Anyway, what do you guys think of this whole mess? Should I have not done anything? Should I have done MORE? What about how the police reacted? Please be honest.
None of the story was embellished... I'm a writer and I have a flair for remembering details, especially when you're hypersensitive with adrenaline.
All names have been changed.
I have had a girlfriend for about six months. We'll call her "Theresa". She's really very attractive. Long, naturally curly black hair. Not stick-thin, has a nice figure, well-sized breasts, wide auburn eyes. Of course, she's quite ticklish. 😉
One strange thing I've noticed about Theresa. She attracts tons of lesbians. And I mean by the truckload. Not the feminine kind, either. The butches. Most of them courteous and leave well enough alone when they see us holding hands or that she's taken. A few are arrogant, but so are some of the guys who like her.
One day, while we were lying in bed, Theresa told me of a lesbian at school who was really on her case. We'll call her "Chris". It appeared that, despite the fact that Theresa had told Chris many times that she was not homosexual in the slightest of ways and she had a boyfriend, the girl would not leave her be. It came to a head while she was researching in the school library and Chris walked behind her, grabbed her waist, and kissed her on the neck. She reacted by smacking her in the face and telling her not to do that ever again. After this incident, Chris proceeded to tell everyone she knew that Theresa was her "bitch", etc. Eventually, Theresa had told me, the rumors died down. I asked her if everything was all right after that, and she said yes.
Fast forward one week. I attended a college play Theresa is in. After the play, I see this 4'6", 220 - 240 lb. female approaching me while I talked with Theresa about her performance. The female had short red hair, freckles all over her face - one of those women who wouldn't be attractive even if they had lost the weight, I suppose you could say. She wore essentially a male "wigger" outfit, complete with sagging pants, sweatband, and oversized Jersey. This, as you might have guessed, was Chris. She proceeded to tell me Theresa was "her woman" and that I better "watch my back, yo". I responded to this by treating her like a lady the rest of the evening. Opening doors for her, asking to carry her backpack, etc. Man, she HATED that.
Two weeks later, I'm in the local mall with Theresa on the second floor. We were shopping for a mutual friend's birthday present. Up ahead, I spot Chris with a bunch of her friends, all dressed in similar male ghetto apparel. I figured Chris would have said some snide comment, but I never expected what happened next, and this the part I need opinions on.
As Chris walked by us, she snapped her hand out and crushed Theresa's right breast, then twisted it so viciously I could actually hear the skin making a creaking sound - much like that of a leather jacket. Theresa's face had become a red mask of agony. At the same time, I saw Chris's free hand coming up to smack Theresa in the face.
I didn't think. I reacted. Immediately, a rage boiled up and over inside me that was nearly primal. Male protective instincts, I guess you could call it. I grabbed Chris by the shirt and slammed her against a concrete wall separating two stores, punched her in the gut to knock the wind out of her, then dragged her over to the balcony. When of her friends attempted to intervene and clawed at my neck, my fist rewarded her with a broken tooth for her efforts. I tossed Chris stomach first onto the railing, holding her up by the shoulders of her Jersey. She was gasping and twisting like a fish out of water.
I leaned in as close as I could to her. Looking her dead in eyes, and in a voice that was so raspy and hate-filled I didn't recognize it as my own, I said: "You want to act like a perverted man, prepare to be treated like one. If I catch you near my girlfriend again, I'll throw you over this balcony."
Chris's eyes were wide and afraid. She was sobbing like a child. I dropped her to the floor and took in the scene with uncanny detail (due to adrenaline rush, I suppose). Chris's friends had jetted, save for the one I punched. She too was sobbing, hands cupping her mouth, blood dripping onto her shirt and the sky blue floor tiles. Theresa was leaning against the concrete wall, also sobbing, holding her breast through her shirt. Tiny dots of blood were blooming there. I had drawn quite a crowd, chest heaving, eyes twitching from left to right, heart hammering, my breath coming through my clenched teeth in grunts. Everything was magnified. The lights, the sounds, the smells. Quite an experience.
To my utter astonishment, I felt a severe disappointment. I found myself hoping that they would have tried to hit me so I could retaliate - a VERY alien feeling for me. I'm usually a pretty peaceful guy. But it was there, no doubt about it.
I went to Theresa and asked her it she was all right. The way she was hitching her chest made me angry all over again, but I restrained myself. Besides, as I was trying to soothe Theresa, I heard Chris and her friend take to their feet and flee.
To make a long story short, the mall's "Keystone Cops" showed up on the scene soon after, fully armed with their radios and flashlights... I think their supervisor hand one whole set of handcuffs, LOL. Theresa was treated at the First Aid in the mall. We were referred to the nearest hospital. It appeared that several blood vessels had been burst near the nipple due to extreme trauma. There wasn't much they could do except put some soothing ointment on it and bandage it up. Theresa couldn't wear a bra for four months. It was just too painful. She had marks on her breast for almost five months.
When we spoke to the cops, they were very sympathetic... that is, until I mentioned the assailants were female. All of sudden, the tables turned. I was damn near arrested... until Theresa stepped between me and the cop and quite bravely unwrapped her breast and showed it to the officer (we were in an examination room), who immediately relented. It really scares me how slanted the laws are towards females in this day and age. You can call a woman a dork and get arrested for verbal abuse. You can be clawed half to death and be the one arrested when the cops show. We at least managed to get a complaint in and a restraining order put into affect. A lawyer told us that it was almost useless trying to charge Chris, because the Keystone Cops never tried to retain witnesses. They just let everyone walk off, and no one came forward, of course. That's NJ/NY people for you. As for suing the Security Company for negligence... that is a very real possibility.
Later that night, I made Theresa feel a little better, at least in the intimate way. I think that was the best sex I ever had. I know Theresa told me it was for her, despite her breast. So if you couples are looking to spice up your sex life... sorry, trying to add a bit of levity. 🙁
Anyway, what do you guys think of this whole mess? Should I have not done anything? Should I have done MORE? What about how the police reacted? Please be honest.
None of the story was embellished... I'm a writer and I have a flair for remembering details, especially when you're hypersensitive with adrenaline.
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