SUBWAY TALE, Part II
by Mardee Louise Prynne



SarBeth meets Miss Ryan at the museum. Miss Ryan shows Sarah Beth how to
dispose of a pickpocket.

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I was still all hot and bothered from the incredible turn on of beating the
hell out of that jerk-off who tried to grab my butt on the train. I was still
all tingly and evan a little wet down there when I saw the museum against the
background of Central Park. I stopped in my tracks and then hurried across
Fifth Avenue. A small crowd was waiting for the museum to open at ten o’clock.

Taking my cue from some of the college age girls milling about, I sat down on
the wide steps. Suddenly I heard my name. "Sarah Beth Olinsky! I’m so pleased
to see you’ve followed my suggestion. Really, I’m so impressed by your innate
drive toward culture."

I looked in the direction of the voice. The sun was backlighting a a very
shapely woman of medium height. I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the glare. It
was Miss Ryan. She looked so beautuful even though she wasn’t dressed like she
dressed for school. A soft wool bias cut plaid skirt clung to the curves of
her full hips. Dark grey stockings emphasized her sculpted calves. Her patent
leather opera pumps made her chiseled ankles even more perfect. A sort of
shawl or cape or both combined was pinned in place with a silver brooch. The
sleeves of her blouse reached midway down her forearms to reveal a silver cuff
bracelet worn over her longish gloves. Silver earrings matched the brooch and
bracelet. A hat framed her face. I jumped to my feet. "Oh, good morning Miss
Ryan..." Before I could say more, Miss Ryan interupted me. "We’re not in
school now, Sarah Beth. Do call me Maude when we’re not in school."

I felt my face redden at the thought of being able to call Miss Ryan by her
first name. "That would be disrespectful. I mean..."

"Don’t be so traditional, Sarah Beth. I’m sure we’re going to be great
friends. I’m going to see to it that you’re provided with every opportunity to
reach your full potential and to achieve a destiny far above those smug girls
who try to lord it over you. Snobby little bitches aren’t worth your the sweat
of your..." She paused.

I was surprised and flattered by how much Miss Ryan understood about my status
in the social milieu of our grammar school. I looked up at her with a
combination of admiration and thanks.

"Come along, Sara Beth. The museum is opening. Let me give you a tour. But
first we’re going to fortify ourselves in the cafeteria. My treat. All of
today is my treat."

I was delighted at spending even a few hours in the company of this woman I
adored.

The cafeteria dining area opened onto a sculpture exhibition. Despie my
efforts to impress Miss Ryan with feigned indifference I gawked like an out of
town tourist. Miss Ryan smiled as she rested her finger tips on my wrist.
Something akin to a chill ran through me as my heart beat increased. The
tingle I had experienced on the subway returned. I crossed my legs and
squeezed my thighs together. My hand shook as I lifted my cup of cocoa.

"Sarah Beth, you seem perturbed. Did naything untoward happen on your ride
in?"

I nodded my head and lowered my eyes. Again, that thril as Miss Ryan pressed
my hand between hers.

"Your hand is icy. Do you want to tell me what happened?"

Again, I nodded and lowered my eyes. After a deep breath, I told Miss Ryan of
my misadventure. Somehow I felt relieved even as I spoke.

"You did right by protecting yourself. Your instincts are so good."

"But Miss Ryan, why did it feel so weird but so good after I beat him up?"

"That, my darling, will take some time for you to understand. Time to visit
the galleries."

We emerged from the museum around half past noon. It was ever so special being
guided through selected exhibitions by a woman I adored, a woman who had
offered to be my mentor and hwo would be in more ways than I knew at that
moment.

"Well, I guess I go home now. Thank you for the treat and for spending your
morning with me."

"Must you really go home now? I would love to take you for lunch."

"I really can’t impose nay more."

Miss Ryan scolwed at me. "Really, Sara Beth. Were it an imposition I wouldn’t
offer. Now telephone your mother and let her know you’re not lost.

A few minutes later we boarded a double decker bus for teh ride down Fifth
Avenue. I noticed that Miss Ryan, after paying our fares, left her wallet
sticking out of her open purse. I tried to call her attention to it but she
shook her head for me to be quiet. A thickset man noticed the wallet and
followed us up the stairs to the empty upper level. As we started up the
stairs, Miss Ryan smiled at me and winked.

The bus lurched as we reached the upper level. Our pursuer stumbled against
Miss Ryan. Suddenly he was standing on tiptoe with an agonized expression on
his face. When he reached for Miss Ryan’s wallet she had wrapped one arm
around his elbow and pressed down and back on teh hand that was trying to
steal her wallet.

"Aiie. Lemme go, lemme go. I just...Aiee. Hey, you’re breaking my wrist."

"That’s for openers," taunted Miss Ryan as she increased the pressure.

As suddenly as she had grabbed his arm she released only to grab his already
sore wrist and force his arm up behind his back in hammer lock. "Make a sound
and I’ll break it off and beat your balls with it." Miss Ryan was totally calm
and totally in earnest.

Miss Ryan chnaged the hold to an arm bar using it force the man’s face forward
and down. Without warning she drove her knee into the man’s jaw. He collapsed
to his knees.

Miss Ryan smiled at me. "Get rid of some of your nager, love."

I grabbed his ears and and drove my knee into his nose. He fell back as his
nose crumbled. The would be pickpocket lay whimpering on the floor as the bus
continued the trip down Fifth Avenue.

Miss Ryan grabbed his hand again. "You’ll not put your hand in any women’s
purse for a long time." He bellowed as she broke his thumb.

"Finish him, Sarah Beth." I looked down at the helpless piece of trash as he
knelt moaning on his knees. I shoved him onto his back adn kicked his balls.

Miss Ryan put her arm on my shoulder and kissed me softly on the lips! "You
learn quickly. Feels great, doesn’t it?"

As we got off the bus Miss Ryan spoke to the driver. "There’s amn upsatirs.
He’s hurt. Must’ve fallen or something."

Miss Ryan held my hand. It felt really good! I smiled as I wondered if kissing
Miss Ryan, really kissing Miss Ryan would be as much fun as practicing kissing
with my girlfriends had been.

Mardee Louise Prynne

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