White Pearl against the burglar: part 1




White Pearl entered the deck of the yacht carefully. She could hear the sound
of footfalls below.

Finally, she thought, that devilish woman must be below. The woman had been
preying on businesses for a long time. She had skipped crossing the path of
White Pearl many times. "But not this time," White Pearl said under her
breath."

Soon this nemesis will be history, long ago history, thought the teen-age
Crime Fighter.

White Pearl, her soft decent down the stirs to the lower level, her bare feet
soundless. And there, in one of the side cabins she saw a blue clad figure
rifling through the safe in the corner of that cabin. Stealing from others had
no place in White Pearl's world. And she would put an end to it when ever and
where ever she found it.

White Pearl carried no weapon but her own physical skill of which she was
confident in, despite the many set backs that had occurred. But this woman,
whomever she was not one of the deterrence.

"That's it," White Pearl announced as she entered the cabin. "Leave everything
as you found it and lock that safe."

Instead of following those clear instructions the blue clad woman threw the
jewelry she held in her hands into White Pearl's face and the fight ensued.

The brawl between the woman in blue and White Pearl crossed the cabin and into
the hallway outside it. White Pearl was stronger and more trained but the Blue
clad woman used every dirty trick in the book, trying to pull her hair,
scratch, grab her breasts and even bite in order to gain the advantage over
White Pearl. Slowly, too slowly in White Pearl's estimation, she gained the
upper hand. The blue clad woman was pinned beneath White Pearl, helpless,
thrashing erotically as whaite Pearl drew back a balled fist

She, White Pearl realized she would have to knock the woman out,

"Sorry but you asked for this.

Before White Pearl could deliver the blow the woman's 'Hail Mary' punch landed
on White Pearl's chin and her world went black. All black and silent.