7'4" vs. 4'7"
by Marcus in Disguise. snnz3a@earthlnk.net
An oversized boy fights an undersized girl. Guess who wins!

Justin learns that it was a mistake to throw a tiny dog through a
basketball hoop.



Justin was only 15 years old, but he was already 7 feet 4 inches tall.

Casting a long shadow on his driveway, he bounced a basketball, the
hollow thump thump sound following the slapping noise of his shoes. He
managed not to trip over his enormous feet or slip on his dangling laces.

The boy jumped, sent the ball sailing toward the hoop above the garage
door, and said, "I amaze myself."

Dribbling, shooting, dribbling, shooting--that would have been his whole
afternoon if Muriel hadn't appeared. She was 4' 7" and and the same age
as Justin. Justin purposely turned away when he saw her. She brought her
dog Muffy with her. It was small and looked like a dirty dust mop.

Tiny Muriel was not only the smallest girl in high school. She was the
meanest. She sat behind Justin in Civics and said, "Duh," each time he
gave a stupid answer, which was 90% of the time. She laughed harder than
anyone when he bumped his head before passing through a door. Once she
knocked books out of his hands, picked one up, and said, "Basic math. Are
you stupid in everything?"

Muriel unhooked the dog's leash. The animal ran straight to Justin and
bit the heel of the boy's shoe. The bite didn't hurt, but it was
annoying.

Muriel laughed.

"Get that thing away from me," Justin said.

"I'll do no such thing," Muriel said.

The dog half squatted on Justin's shoe and peed. Holding her sides,
Muriel laughed even harder.

"That does it, " Jason said.

He bent low, scooped up the dog, and held it in his huge hands where it
disappeared. He threw it high. The dog yelped. It went through the basket
without even touching the rim.

Justin caught it. He returned the shaking dog to Muriel and said, "Now
it's my turn to laugh.""

"Oh no it isn't," said Muriel. "I'd smack the top of your head right now,
but I can't reach it. I'll have to wait until I knock you down."

"You crazy?" There was a slight squeak in Justin's voice. He looked down
at the tiny head below him. He flinched when Muriel moved. He forced a
laugh.

Then Muriel pushed him so hard he flew back, back, back until he hit the
garage door. His mouth dropped open.

He sprung back and said, "You can't do that."

"Stupid, I just did."

Justin looked both nervous and angry.

He charged. At the right moment Muriel hooked her leg around his and
brought him down. "You're going to pay for that," he said without
conviction.

He swung his fist at Muriel. She ducked, then came up with a hard punch
of her own under his rib cage. Like a comic book character, he said,
"Oof."

His fists flew in every direction, but none of his wild swings hit their
target. "Stay still," he yelled. Her fists also came from ever direction,
but, unlike his, they landed on their target.

Giggling, the mean little girl battered the vulnerable giant. His long
legs buckled, bringing his head within striking range. She struck his
jaw, nose, and eyes--all prized features for her tiny, relentless fists.
Then she smacked the top of his head.

He tried to block her blows with his hands and elbows, but left his groin
exposed. "This is too easy," she said. "Thanks for being so dumb." Eyes
shining, she kicked his balls.

Justin howled.

Muriel moved back, and the boy struggled to rise. She advanced and with a
kick to his legs returned him to the ground.

"No more," he cried. "I mean it. I'm very, very, very sorry about your
dog. I was just crazy for a second. Please. No more."

"I should knock your brains out," Muriel said, "but I have something
better for you."

Motioning with her finger, she said, "Get up."

Groaning, the young giant rose, his handsome face puffy and bloody.
"Stay," Muriel ordered.

She pulled his shorts and jockstrap down his long, trembling legs. He
stepped out of them as if he knew what to expect, and as she pointed to
his shoes and shirt, he took them off, too.

"Kneel," she said. He sank to his knees.

Muffy's collar was too small for neck, but she made a noose out of the
leash.

"On all fours," Muriel commanded. "We're going for a walk."

"Right here?"

"Yes, in front of your neighbors."

He was still while she slipped the noose around his neck.

Muriel walked him down the street with Muffy close behind. Neighbors
stared, but none called the police.

Every few houses, Muriel turned and flexed. She pointed to the giant boy
she'd beaten so easily. Muffy circled Justin and barked.

When Justin had an erection, he drew even more stares from his neighbors.

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It wasn't the first time Justin had been beaten by a small girl. For a
time, his unusual height had scared boys, but girls sensed his fear. Last
year when he was 6'11" a ten year old tomboy challenged him. They fought
in a vacant lot in front of his friends. The battle was one sided. He
ended up bloody and sobbing, and everyone but the little girl seemed
amazed.

The girl bullied him mercilessly. Once she beat him up on his own front
lawn. His father had watched from behind a screen door. Again, Justin
bled and sobbed.

His father walked slowly out. "That's the most disgusting thing I've ever
seen," he said. "You have no idea what an embarrassment you are, do you?
Come in, clean yourself up, and don't even look at me."

The little girl stopped humiliating Justin after she moved away. He had
fewer friends and was no longer able to intimidate others with his
height.

###

Muriel brought the big boy home. Slapping him on the butt, she said,
"Stand."

He took the leash off. His eyes darted back and forth.

"Hey," Muriel said. "I didn't say you take the leash off."

Justin ran into his house. He closed the door behind him, but had
forgotten to lock it.

Muriel entered, followed by her dog. "Here I am," she said. "Hey,
stupid."

She stamped her feet, and he dashed to his room. She ran, quickly over
taking him. She tackled him.

"I said I was sorry," Justin cried. "Please don't hurt me anymore. You're
right. I'm stupid."

After letting him up, she sat on the sofa. "Come here," she said. "Bend
over my knee."

Without hesitating, he bent over her short legs, his long ones extending
far out on the floor, his knees on the carpet. Muriel seemed lost under
under the giant, but when she raised her hand she seemed in complete
control.

She spanked him without even bothering to count the strokes.  Justin's
butt stung, then burned. He cried like a five year old.

Looking at the watch on her tiny wrist, she  pushed him off her lap.
Stepping on his stomach, she left.

Justin scooted back against the sofa, folded his legs up,  and watched
Muriel open the door. Her little dog trotted behind her. "See you," she
said. "At school. On your street. Downtown. We'll keep meeting. Like it
or not."

Justin closed his eyes. "I hope I'm dreaming," he said. He closed his
eyes, then suddenly opened them.  Blood dripped from his nose. He still
hurt.  The pain was real.

The only good thing was that his parents were gone. He wondered if he
could make up a story to explain his messed up face. He doubted if his
father would believe him.

For the rest of the afternoon Justin stayed in the house. He locked the
door and feared tomorrow.