WARNING: English is NOT my first language - I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature.
So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else.
I also need to mention that the story is true, depicting my personal memory.
All the names and/or places may have been changed, due to privacy reasons.
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I'm on the verge of kicking some ass...
It's a summer day, at noon, when most people are either at work, either at home, resting, when I see the following scene, right across the boulevard.
On the wall, not in a cabin, there is, installed, a public telephone.
A young girl, I cannot tell her age from this distance, is approaching it, takes the handle, inserts a coin, then, while trying to dial, from a group of three jerks, one of them goes forward, right behind the girl, and flexes his knees towards the back of her knees, making them involuntarily flex too, so that her ass falls directly on his awaiting dick.
It's a foolish dirty trick that some punks use here, but... not on the streets, to unknown persons...
All the jerks start laughing, in cascades, and, the moment the girl turns toward her assailant, he grabs her by her neck, forcing her to bend and puts her face on his jeans, mimicking face fucking her.
Then, he just pushes her hard towards the wall, making her hit, with her shoulder, the telephone, which, it so happens that is all covered in a metal case...
As if it isn't enough, the guy pinches her by the breast then slaps her.
Fortunately, that is the last thing that he manages to do to her, since my leg is already between his ass cheeks, making him jump towards the wall.
I haven't played too much football, but, please believe me, I know how to hit an ass hole...
I immediately turn towards the other two jerks, but the distance of a few meters and the speed with which they turn around and run away, make me turn back to my football "ball"...
He's already running away, but I still manage to reach him, and place a new hit, with my foot, right above his heel, making him lose his balance and fall, face down, horribly scratching his hands and his nose on the asphalt.
He jumps up, looking terrified towards me, and, when he sees that I'm approaching him again, he falls on his knees and starts yelling:
"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh" Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh! Heeeeeeelp! He wants to kiiiiiiill me!"
He is crying, literally...
I'm not in the mood to have to go to the militia, give explanations, do some hand writing, and so on, so that I simply turn around, grab the girl by her arm, not before putting the handle of the telephone back on it's cradle, and gone we are...
It so happens that I am in my neighborhood, so that I do know well all the streets, entrances, halls, and so on, including blocks of flats with two entries, one in front and the other in the back.
We've approached the entrance of such a block, and I almost forcibly rush the girl to get inside it, then hurriedly exit the other way...
I only stop after we arrive at a terrace, make her sit, and ask the waitress for two mineral waters...
It so happens that the waitress knows me, since it's not the first time when I come here, so that she immediately brings two bottles, half a liter each, real cold...
She looks at the girl, who isn't in her best shape, then at me.
I explain to her, in a low voice, that the girl has been assaulted by some punks...
Hearing this, she immediately takes the girl by her hand:
"Come with me, dear, you need a little refreshment"...
In less than ten minutes, she brings back a much better looking girl, with combed hair and tears washed away from her face, with her yellow blouse beautifully aligned with her beige skirt...
The waitress smiles at me:
"Here, hero, she's all yours!"
Then she whispers to me:
"I'm only sorry that I haven't had the chance to witness how you've kicked that bastard's ass!"
She turns to leave, but suddenly, as if she has remembered something, she turns around, coming back at our table:
"Now, sir, let me introduce to you Aretha, she's barely nineteen, in her first year of studies at the faculty of philology, and the reason she was trying to use the public phone, was to find out if her aunt, who so happens to live in the neighborhood, is, or isn't at home, since she wanted to pay her a visit.
By the way, Aretha, when you're done here, before you leave, let me take you back and give you the chance to make that call from here".
Aretha smiles, showing me not only that she's got a beautiful light brown hair and a nice pair of green eyes, but also some exquisitely white, perfect teeth.
She thanks the lady, who, while leaving, tells me:
"Now, sir, I shall just let you introduce yourself to this nice young lady.
Good luck!"
She winks at me, and leaves us alone - finally!
Honestly, I don't know what we would have done without this nice lady's help...
I introduce myself, tell her what I do, I also tell her that I live in the neighborhood, so that I ask about her aunt, where she lives, to find out that her aunt lives a block away from the place where she's got into trouble...
I keep reassuring her, telling her that this was the first time in my life when I've seen the faces of those jerks, so that, most probably, they are not living in the area, and, furthermore, after today's experience, they will avoid to show their faces around here, again...
She's still slightly trembling, so that I encourage her to drink some more water.
Practically, she needs to hold the glass with both hands, making me tremble too, regretting that, at the last moment, I have changed my mind and didn't hit that bastard's diaphragm, to make him stop yelling and breathing for a while...
After half an hour, I ask the waitress for the bill, but she refuses, telling me that it's on the house...
Then, she takes Aretha to the telephone of the restaurant.
Her aunt is at home, expecting her now, so that Aretha kindly asks me to join her, and let her introduce me to her aunt.
Gosh! It's becoming a family thing!
I accept, so that we go at her aunt's.
I won't describe here the mixture of desperation, fear, then satisfaction.
Practically, the old lady jumps from her chair, comes to me and kisses me on both my cheeks.
Gosh! I blush! And I am twenty three already!...
We stay there for almost two hours, being served with various cookies, juices, and so on...
When we are getting ready to leave, her aunt asks me kindly to take Aretha to the nearest taxi station, and not leave her alone before I see her getting into one, and safe...
I decide to do more than that. I accompany Aretha at her rented apartment, where she introduces me to Samantha, her room mate.
I have forgotten to mention that Aretha is not from Bucharest, her parents living quite far away from here, but she was the one who has insisted to come to the faculty at Bucharest, since she knew that it was the best available...
Here, again, I have to sit and wait until Aretha tells Samantha the whole story.
