This story is purely fictional and if it depicts someone's actual events it's all coincidental. It's a fantasy of mine and even though it will never be realized it doesn't hurt to dream.
My name is Kevin Williams and I am 20 years of age. I live in a small town in rural western Ohio and I am about to enter my sophomore year at a small college in Michigan. My parents are very comfortable financially so my schooling is paid.
I work at a sporting goods store in the local mall, which is right up my alley since I played football and baseball in high school but not well enough to earn a scholarship. My job gives me spending money throughout the college year. I am 5'9" tall and weigh a fit 170 pounds.
I have a younger sister who is 18 years of age and who is drop dead gorgeous. She's 5'10" tall and weighs 150 pounds. Her legs are perhaps the most beautiful I have ever seen, if I must say so myself. She just graduated from high school where she got straight A's and was the star basketball player on a district championship winning team.
Karen was able to land a very nice job with a law firm where she's the secretary and with her pleasant voice answers all calls that come in. She is very friendly with people and perhaps her charm is what led to her troublesome time she was experiencing when she called me one Saturday afternoon. Even though she is taller than me I am still her protective 'big' brother.
I was sitting at home watching a baseball game when the phone rang. It was Karen and her voice told me she was unhappy about something. I asked her what was wrong and she replied by asking if I could come at once and pick her up from work. She said she was asked to work that Saturday for a special assignment and she said okay. She also asked if I could come right away because she wanted to come home and get away from 'them'. Without asking who 'them' is I quickly drove to her place of employment to pick her up.
When I arrived she was standing at the main entrance and when she saw me she quickly came to my car and got in. I then asked her who 'them' is and she told me there are two young black men who also work there and they have been making sexy and rude comments to her. I asked her why she doesn't tell her supervisor and she said the one man, Bruce Jenkins, IS her supervisor.
"Oh, that sort of makes it troublesome," I said, "but who is the other guy?"
"His name is Brian Johnson. He also works here and the two of them are best friends."
"Brian Johnson?," I asked. "Do you know if he's the same Brian Johnson who was an all-state wrestler? I remember him from seeing him destroy our guy at our match with his school."
"Yes, he's the same guy," she replied.
"Okay, let's go get your car and go home," I said to my trembling sister.
She directed me to the parking garage where her car was parked. As we drove up behind her car and as she was about to get out, both back doors to my Chevy Impala opened and the same two black men hopped in. Before we could drive away Bruce displayed a small hand gun and had it pointed directly at Karen.
"If you just do exactly what we tell you no one will get hurt," said Bruce.
"What do you want? If it's money you want I can't give you much. But please don't hurt us, especially Karen," I said to the two men.
Brian then said in a very calm voice, "What did Bruce just say? If you do as we tell you you won't get hurt."
I was able to see him in my rear view mirror and sure enough he was the same person who clobbered our best wrestler in high school. As I remember Brian was about 6'2" and weighed about 200 pounds. He also was extremely handsome and had the body of an adonis, sleek and muscular but not too hefty. He obviously worked out a lot.
Bruce then spoke and said, "We are going to Brian's house where he has his basement set up with training equipment, including a wrestling mat. If you are able to beat Brian in a match we will let both of you go and never bother you again."
"What if I don't beat him?" I asked.
