Wonders - Day 3
A lone cloud drifted across the sky, casting a dim shadow on the crowded horde of sun worshippers on the beach. It did little to slow the heat and was unnoticed by most, if not all.
The two college freshman co-eds seemed to be disturbed by the break in the direct sunlight, for they both raised their heads and tried to open their eyes, squinting as if they were taking a peek at the Christmas Tree at 4:00 AM on Christmas Day.
The two co-eds were wearing brand new bathing suits they had purchased that morning. Neither cared that they had spent over $300 a piece for what amounted to three small handkerchiefs tied together with small, elastic bands. To them, the less the better. This held true for their bodies, except their well-apportioned chests, which seemed to strain to escape their new restraints.
Monica slowly raised her tennis-firmed leg and glanced over at Priscilla. Both looked good, and they knew it.
Two fourteen year old boys sat on the sand, bored. Bored, that is, until Monica and Priscilla had arrived and laid out not ten feet from the boys.
“I wonder …”
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The four men walked confidently down the beach, knowing that they were to be respected by all, held in awe by most. They were gym buddies, and enjoyed flaunting their steroid-assisted bodies for the world to see. The beach was perfect for them, because they could flaunt all they wanted without being arrested.
“Hello little girls, you look like you could use a little excitement.”
Monica looked up at the four figures towering over her, four huge outlines, black because the sun was directly behind them. She did what rich girls always do when confronted with people they don’t want to deal with – she ignored them.
“I said HELLO LITTLE GIRLS. I’m talking to YOU.”
Big Guy 1 reached down and grabbed Monica’s right arm, jerking her to a standing position.
“Hey you big ox. What in the world do you think you are doing? Do you know who I am?”
Big Guy 2 replied in a mocking falsetto, “Yeah Bill, do you know who I am?”
Big Guy 1: “I don’t really care who you are baby, I just want a kiss.”
The four men closed around the two girls, cutting off any escape. The girls were too frightened to scream and just stared at the four brutes in disbelief.
As Big Guy 1 pulled Monica to him, intent on that kiss, a calm voice interrupted.
“Ladies, do we have a problem here?”
The four monsters turned to see who had interrupted them, and found one lone boy standing five feet away.
Timmy coolly looked each hulk in the face and softly said, “Gentlemen, I believe the ladies would like you to leave.”
The four began to laugh in that guttural laugh common to wolves and jackals.
“Yeah right, we’ll leave. Right after I get my kiss.”
Timmy closed the five foot gap in a flash, grabbed Big Guy 1’s wrist, the wrist that still was latched onto Monica, and twisted, hard.
Big Guy 1 immediately let go of Monica and grabbed his wrist.
“I think you broke my wrist!”
The other three had watched this event in mild amusement. Timmy switched his attention to them and still calmly said, “Okay guys, fun is over. Time to move on.”
It was obvious from the expressions on the three remaining behemoths, they had no intention of moving on. The began to spread out and encircle Timmy.
“Guys, last chance. I can’t be held responsible for what will happen if you don’t leave.”
One of the three answered by swinging his club of a fist directly at Timmy’s nose. Timmy easily ducked the punch, shifted his weight, and drove his heel into the bulk’s solar plexus. The man crumbled to the sand, fighting for air.
The remaining two rushed Timmy in a coordinated attack. Timmy took one step back, shifted his weight, and grabbed the extended right arm of one of the attackers. Timmy then fell to the ground, bringing the attacker’s arm with him, planting his foot in the attacker’s exposed belly, and flipping him, head-first, directly into the second attacker. Both attackers collapsed into a heap.
Timmy jumped up and brushed off the sand which covered his thick legs. The four brutes, so powerful before, all lay on the sand, holding various injuries. They began to crawl away, finally rising and walking off. It took them several minutes to regain their composure and begin to hunt new game.
Monica and Priscilla had watched the action in disbelief.
“You saved us. They were so strong and YOU were so brave.”
“It was nothing ladies. I’m sorry that a few bad eggs tend to ruin the beach for everyone else. Please have a good rest of the day.”
“Wait! Can’t we repay you for your gallantry? Can you at least stay here for a bit?”
“Well, sure. Thank you.”
----
“Oh right Timmy. And you were invited to their Daddy’s yacht for a party, right?”
“No. To their country club.”
“Country club, yeah right. You would fit right in.”
“It could happen.”
“Yeah, right.”
The boys turned to watch the two college co-eds get up from the sand, pack their stuff, and walk off. As they were leaving the beach, they walked right past the boys. Both boys smiled their best smiles, and puffed out their chests. The two girls kept walking, kicking up a little cloud of sand with each step. As the sand settled on the boys, Joey repeated, “Yeah, right.”
-- continued –
The two college freshman co-eds seemed to be disturbed by the break in the direct sunlight, for they both raised their heads and tried to open their eyes, squinting as if they were taking a peek at the Christmas Tree at 4:00 AM on Christmas Day.
The two co-eds were wearing brand new bathing suits they had purchased that morning. Neither cared that they had spent over $300 a piece for what amounted to three small handkerchiefs tied together with small, elastic bands. To them, the less the better. This held true for their bodies, except their well-apportioned chests, which seemed to strain to escape their new restraints.
Monica slowly raised her tennis-firmed leg and glanced over at Priscilla. Both looked good, and they knew it.
Two fourteen year old boys sat on the sand, bored. Bored, that is, until Monica and Priscilla had arrived and laid out not ten feet from the boys.
“I wonder …”
----
The four men walked confidently down the beach, knowing that they were to be respected by all, held in awe by most. They were gym buddies, and enjoyed flaunting their steroid-assisted bodies for the world to see. The beach was perfect for them, because they could flaunt all they wanted without being arrested.
“Hello little girls, you look like you could use a little excitement.”
Monica looked up at the four figures towering over her, four huge outlines, black because the sun was directly behind them. She did what rich girls always do when confronted with people they don’t want to deal with – she ignored them.
“I said HELLO LITTLE GIRLS. I’m talking to YOU.”
Big Guy 1 reached down and grabbed Monica’s right arm, jerking her to a standing position.
“Hey you big ox. What in the world do you think you are doing? Do you know who I am?”
Big Guy 2 replied in a mocking falsetto, “Yeah Bill, do you know who I am?”
Big Guy 1: “I don’t really care who you are baby, I just want a kiss.”
The four men closed around the two girls, cutting off any escape. The girls were too frightened to scream and just stared at the four brutes in disbelief.
As Big Guy 1 pulled Monica to him, intent on that kiss, a calm voice interrupted.
“Ladies, do we have a problem here?”
The four monsters turned to see who had interrupted them, and found one lone boy standing five feet away.
Timmy coolly looked each hulk in the face and softly said, “Gentlemen, I believe the ladies would like you to leave.”
The four began to laugh in that guttural laugh common to wolves and jackals.
“Yeah right, we’ll leave. Right after I get my kiss.”
Timmy closed the five foot gap in a flash, grabbed Big Guy 1’s wrist, the wrist that still was latched onto Monica, and twisted, hard.
Big Guy 1 immediately let go of Monica and grabbed his wrist.
“I think you broke my wrist!”
The other three had watched this event in mild amusement. Timmy switched his attention to them and still calmly said, “Okay guys, fun is over. Time to move on.”
It was obvious from the expressions on the three remaining behemoths, they had no intention of moving on. The began to spread out and encircle Timmy.
“Guys, last chance. I can’t be held responsible for what will happen if you don’t leave.”
One of the three answered by swinging his club of a fist directly at Timmy’s nose. Timmy easily ducked the punch, shifted his weight, and drove his heel into the bulk’s solar plexus. The man crumbled to the sand, fighting for air.
The remaining two rushed Timmy in a coordinated attack. Timmy took one step back, shifted his weight, and grabbed the extended right arm of one of the attackers. Timmy then fell to the ground, bringing the attacker’s arm with him, planting his foot in the attacker’s exposed belly, and flipping him, head-first, directly into the second attacker. Both attackers collapsed into a heap.
Timmy jumped up and brushed off the sand which covered his thick legs. The four brutes, so powerful before, all lay on the sand, holding various injuries. They began to crawl away, finally rising and walking off. It took them several minutes to regain their composure and begin to hunt new game.
Monica and Priscilla had watched the action in disbelief.
“You saved us. They were so strong and YOU were so brave.”
“It was nothing ladies. I’m sorry that a few bad eggs tend to ruin the beach for everyone else. Please have a good rest of the day.”
“Wait! Can’t we repay you for your gallantry? Can you at least stay here for a bit?”
“Well, sure. Thank you.”
----
“Oh right Timmy. And you were invited to their Daddy’s yacht for a party, right?”
“No. To their country club.”
“Country club, yeah right. You would fit right in.”
“It could happen.”
“Yeah, right.”
The boys turned to watch the two college co-eds get up from the sand, pack their stuff, and walk off. As they were leaving the beach, they walked right past the boys. Both boys smiled their best smiles, and puffed out their chests. The two girls kept walking, kicking up a little cloud of sand with each step. As the sand settled on the boys, Joey repeated, “Yeah, right.”
-- continued –
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