Chapter 23
The day starts like the last several weeks as Adam and Allie get up to get Alice's coffee, breakfast, and lunch ready and kiss her on the way out. They slip back to bed for a half hour before getting up to start the first day of college for Allie and Adam's Junior year. The week is busy for both as they get used to their classes, classmates, classrooms, and building locations. Alice, however, jumps in with both feet, working on making it a better place to work and overseeing her new department as Manager. They have dinner each night as usual while catching up on their days. Then the kids both head for the Study to, imagine that, study.
The next few weeks continue this way until an upperclassman spots Allie and thinks, 'New meat. A hot petite Blonde with nice tits and bubble butt, just my type.' So, one afternoon, he approaches her and starts trying to chat her up.
"Hey, sweetie, you must be new here. Do you need someone to show you around?"
He puts a hand on her shoulder, and Allie shakes it off, saying, "Two things, no three things. First, don't touch me. Second, I know my way around. I don't need help. Third and most important, I'm Married. So fuck off." She shows him her wedding rings and moves to step away from him.
He puts his arm around her, saying, "Don't be like that, Baby. I've seen the wedding ring trick before, even if you are married. What he doesn't know doesn't hurt, right? Besides, every chick here wants to be with me. So why don't we go someplace and get acquainted?"
Allie shrieks, "DON'T TOUCH ME!!" She shakes his arm off again, trying to move away. Lots of people look to see what is going on and see a new girl getting harassed by their number one lecherous Frat boy.
Right then, Adam, having been headed to meet Allie to get lunch, sees a commotion ahead and hears Allie's scream. He moves ahead with a purpose right behind the scene.
Just as Adam arrives, Allie tells the ass, "I told you not to touch me. Leave me alone and go find one of those other bimbos that 'want to be with you.' I don't!"
Adam speaks up and says, "You should listen to her and just go."
The Frat boy turns and says, "Who the fuck are you to tell me to move on? Get lost."
He turns back to look at Allie. "Don't touch her again!" Adam growls.
Frat boy comes back around and says, "Do you know who I am?"
"Yeah, I do. I don't care."
At that moment, Adam sees two things about his adversary. One, it's one of the Frat assholes that screwed with him doing pizza his first year. Two, he's the university's Number one Quarterback. He knows who he is and has a way to deal with him should things go badly. Frat boy again reaches for Allie, and Adam moves quickly.
First, he steps up, pushes Allie away, and says, "Go, Allie." While saying that, he moves and clamps the guy's extended wrist and elbow in a close-quarters grab. He then uses his training to flip him ass over teakettle in an Arm throw into the nearby grass.
He then steps to him and puts his foot down hard on his throat. "She told you not to touch her. Now, the NFL puts up with sexual assault crap from their prima donna players because of the money they are already paying them. Colleges, on the other hand, have taken a very dim view and have expelled and blacklisted students for that more and more. So if you don't want a sexual harassment charge at a minimum, if not a sexual assault charge, get up and get the fuck out of here. If you touch another girl on this campus without permission again, and I hear about it, I'll be back to break that fucking arm. Then your football dreams will be gone. NFL scouts don't watch assholes on the bench with a broken arm. Get me?"
Adam pulls his foot off and steps safely back. The Frat boy rolls away from Adam and gets up. He considers going after Adam. Adam subtly takes a side stance and waits for the guy to come at him.
The QB sees the size difference between him and Adam and thinks, 'Who the fuck does this guy think he is Bruce Fucking Lee? I'm gonna put him down, then take the girl anyway.'
He starts the charge, and Adam sees the shift in his body. He gives him one step, and then, fast as a cobra, he snap kicks him in the solar plexus, knocking his air out and sending him back to the ground.
"Stupid. I saw you coming. Now you'll have a hell of a bruise there for your next game. Enjoy."
Frat boy looks up at Adam, the sheer anger on his face. He moves to stand up. About halfway there, he squeals like a little girl as a foot comes up from behind him, kicking him square in the balls. He drops like a stone, the air explosively leaving his lungs. He looks to see who kicked him while grabbing his nuts in both hands as his face turns purple in pain. He sees the girl grinning.
"I told you before not to touch me. Now you made my Husband mad. Good luck playing with a bruised chest and ruptured balls, Asshole." Allie smiles at Adam, and she steps around the wheezing asshole into Adam's arms.
"You Okay, Allie-girl?" Adam asks his wife.
"Never better, Adam. But for some reason, I'm even more hungry. Lunch?" Adam chuckles.
"Absolutely."
The crowd then erupts in a raucous cheer for Adam and Allie. Chanting begins, 'Don't touch me. Don't touch me. Don't touch me.' Others chant, 'Adam! Adam! Adam!'