Amy - Chapter 4 – Bike thief Wordslinger Amy's awesome teenage adventures Dad left Monday on his business trip. That day I went to school, but the next day I decided to really treat myself. Early Tuesday morning I called the school and left a message that I was sick and wouldn't be in. I felt excited over my little lie. I didn't even bother to get dressed. And most of the morning I spent downstairs in the basement lifting weights and admiring my muscular arms and shoulders in the mirror. Around lunch I came back upstairs to the kitchen and started to make myself a peanut butter sandwich. As I was spreading the peanut butter over the bread I thought I heard a noise out in the garage. It was like the sound of muffled breaking glass. The garage was attached to the house, and the doorway to it was just around the counter from me. I was still wondering if I had really heard something when I heard a distinct bump this time. Now I knew for sure there was something out there. Maybe it was a dog or something. But I was almost certain that the garage door was closed all the way. I had even double-checked it yesterday after dad left. It was kind of scary. I was home alone. I kind of wanted to check and see what was going on, but I knew that dad wouldn't like that at all. He'd want me to call the police and not take any chances. Besides, I still had my robe on. But then, what if it was only some dumb dog after all. It would be embarrassing. Maybe the side door wasn't shut tight. I didn't remember checking that door - only the big car door. And besides, it wasn't like burglars came around in the middle of the day! Jeez. I'd look stupid if I called the cops. Walking quietly around the counter in my bare feet I wrapped my fingers around the door knob. Taking a breath I slowly turned it. Luckily, dad had just oiled the door hinges last week, and I quietly eased it open a couple of inches. I couldn't believe my eyes! Some jerk was crouched down next to my bicycle on the other side of the garage. His back was to me, but it looked like he had a tool and was trying the lock on the cable that held it against the wall. I'd had that bike since I was ten. My dad had given it to me for my birthday. I was mad now, but instead of yelling I eased open the door a bit more and managed to slip out and into the garage without him noticing. I gently closed the door behind me. There were still a ton of boxes that we hadn't unpacked, and I went from one to the other, ducking and hiding behind them. I finally made it around the garage and was between him and the door. One of the small windows had been broken out. So that was it! He was still busy with the pry bar when I stood up and coughed lightly. He spun around and quickly stood up. Looking flustered, he stammered, "Huh? What? Oh. Yeah. I'm…uh…here to…uh…read the meter. That's it. The meter. Is it out here?" I smiled and said, "I don't know, mister. We just moved here and I'm not sure where anything is." He looked at me carefully and asked, "We?" I was still smiling as I said, "Yeah. Me and my dad live here. But he's gone for the week." I could tell from his expression that he liked the idea that we were alone. "I see you like my bike." He looked a little uncomfortable when I said that, but he soon recovered. "Yeah, uh, it's nice. I was admiring it." I stepped out a little further and still smiling said, "You look kind of old to be playing with bikes. I'd think you'd be more interested in..well..say..girls. Like me. I mean, I know I'm only fifteen, but, since my dad's gone, and we're alone, well, no one would ever know. Would they?" He smiled broadly now. "Well, yeah, baby, sure. Let's play. What you got in mind?" I started walking toward him. "Gee, let me think. Hmmmmm. Hey, I've got it! I've got an idea for some fun." He was really grinning now. With my most suggestive look I purred, "Maybe I could just play with you." Slipping apart the loose knot of the cord around my waist I let the two halves of the robe fall open. All I had on were a pair of white lace panties. I could see his mouth drop open as he stared at my large bare breasts. Dipping my head to look at my chest, I peered up at him through my eye-lashes and murmured, "Pretty big, aren't they? The boys at high school say I'm really stacked for a fifteen year old." He was nodding his head and grinning stupidly. I walked up close to him and easily took the crow bar from his hand. “Here, you won’t be needing this.” He looked like he forgot he was still holding it anyway. Stepping back a little I set it on a packing box, and then I shrugged the robe back off my shoulders. It slipped down into a heap around my ankles. He shook his head as he saw my arms for the first time - like he almost couldn't believe what he saw. "Huh? Wha..?" "What's the matter, mister? Don't you like my muscles? They’re nice and big, aren’t they? Just like my breasts.” I curled up one arm a little, just enough to make my bicep even more noticeable under my smooth skin. “The boys at school, well, they don't know about these. They're too immature to understand. But, you. Well, you're a man. Com’on, tell me. I bet you like them, right?” He was still staring at me like a dope. I didn’t bother to wait for an answer. “I thought so. I can tell. “Hey, I gotta idea! Watch this, mister! I bet you’ll like this! I’ll do a trick. Just for you.” I was still smiling as I reached over to the box and lifted the crow bar again. I sure hoped this worked, otherwise it’d be awful embarrassing. Taking the ends of the thick iron bar in both hands I held it up chest- high in front of me. "Okay, mister, ready? I’m gonna pretend I’m Xena. Just like on t.v.” He wasn't smiling any longer and I could see his eyes dart toward the doorway. "Yeah! This’ll be fun. I'll be Xena. She's so awesome, isn't she?" Looking right at him I kept smiling as I started to apply pressure to the bar. My forearms and biceps jumped to full size, and I heard him gasp softly in surprise. I kept steadily increasing the pressure as I felt my strength building by the second. The cold metal bar was thick and hard. I felt a blush of perspiration on my forehead as I concentrated and strained my powerful arm muscles. My eyes were still staring into his. I was smiling, although my head and arms were beginning to shake from the exertion. With a deep throaty grunt, I strained with all my might and felt the iron bar begin to give way. I felt a rush of raw excitement, and then snorting I slowly and steadily forced the ends of the heavy bar down until they almost touched. He actually moaned at the sight of my raw girl power, but before he could get anything out of his mouth, I let the bar clang loudly on the floor. "Well, mister? What do you think? Am I as strong as Xena?" As I asked I lifted my arms and curled up my biceps into huge rippling bulges under my tightly stretched skin. He dumbly nodded his head. "Okay. Let’s play some more! This time we’ll play together! I'll be Xena again. And you can be…hmmm…. Let’s see? I know! You can be the bad guy! The bad guy who steals kid's bikes." He was starting to sputter. "N...no. I wasn't going to steal it. Honest!" I stepped closer and cooed, "Too late to be sorry. You've been a bad boy. Time to play with Xena!" Inside I was furious. That bike meant a lot to me, and this jerk was going to steal it. Probably wreck it or something. The jerk! I’d show him! I pulled my arm back behind my shoulder and rocketed my fist into his face. As he staggered from the blow I followed him and blasted my other fist into the same spot. When I looked I couldn't even make out his features anymore. He was wobbling and thick pink bubbles were forming where his mouth used to be. "Creep!" I screamed. "That bike was from my daddy!" I lunged and grabbed him by the hair. "You're gonna be sorry now! Xena's gonna' fix you, jerk!" I was jumping around and getting really worked up. Holding his head steady I pumped my car-destroying fist into his face a couple more times. He was like a rag doll as his arms and feet flew around. Getting up on my tip-toes, I grabbed him around the throat now and lifted him off the ground one-handed. I shook him some more as I sputtered in feverish excitement, "You stupid loser, I'm gonna' pop you like a zit!” Yeah! That's it! Like you're a big stupid pimple." He was squirming and trying to get away. I felt his hands grabbing and scratching at my big muscular arm. He was so weak and puny it disgusted me. My blood was pounding in my ears as I grabbed his hair again and dangled and spun him around so that he was facing away from me. With a sudden movement I clamped one hand on each side of his head and held him steady just in front of my chest. I felt an incredible surge of unbelievable excitement as I started to push my hands together. "Okay, jerk, get ready to squirt!" My biceps strained as I concentrated and forced my hands together. My thoughts were running wild as I fantasized that I really was Xena. I could hear the little girl shrieking again. Or was it Garielle? Urging me on. “Come on, Xena! You can do it! Crush him! Crush him! Crush the creep with your bare hands!” I kept getting more and more worked-up by the second. I was huffing now and pushing with all my monstrous strength as he twitched and flopped around. My arm muscles were hot and aching. Relentlessly I shoved harder and harder, until finally, there was a satisfying muffled crack. At that moment I really was Xena! Spreading my feet for balance I loosened my hands and then quickly repositioned them to get a better grip. Tossing my hair back I watched my humongous guns balloon as I slowly began to apply pressure. As the garage filled with the sound of crunching bones, I felt a long hard edge pop up under his skin and bite into my hand. Suddenly I remembered Mrs. Albrite's junior high school biology class. Boney plates! Loosening my grip once again I let my fingers slide and feel around. Ah, ha! There they were again. Long ridges of bone. I must have ruptured the plates with my brute strength. I grinned to myself. Boy, if only Mrs. Albrite could see me now! She'd be proud about how much I still remembered. I got my hands into place. My creep was moaning and babbling stupidly. Gritting my teeth in renewed concentration, I gave a deep grunt and started to push again. I felt like I had the strength of a bull as my brawny arms bulged with hard muscle. As I felt things start to give I took advantage and dug the heels of my hands in. He was jerking around as his head popped and crunched and made all sorts of yucky weird sounds. The hard boney plates were starting to move around more easily. I kept pushing and made the gaps even bigger. He was getting all loose now. I took a breath and, placing a hand firmly on each side of his head, I shoved my hands together as hard as I could. His head suddnly caved in. I was all sweaty and worked up by now and, giving his head a couple of really hard, deliberate shakes, it just seemed to fall apart. Something big came flying out and splattered wetly on the concrete floor. It was his brain! Spinning around it skidded until it bumped up against the bent crowbar. My chest was still heaving as I stood there panting like a wild beast. Loosening my grip I let him slump to the floor. Standing over my mangled prey I felt a surge of raw power, and lifting my arms I growled and pumped my rock hard biceps like a she-beast. It took me a moment before I finally caught my breath and came back to earth. Looking around I was glad to see that there wasn't too big of a mess. Except for me. It was lucky that I had taken off my robe since most of the junk had landed up on me. My panties were just ruined! And they were one of my favorite pairs, too. Looking around I found some large garbage bags. How appropriate, I thought! Taking an medium sized empty moving box I lined it with a couple of the black plastic bags. Looking him over I saw that it was going to be a tight squeeze. I got down on one knee, and grabbing a leg I smacked the thigh bone down over my knee and cracked it in two. Then I took the other leg and did the same to it. That helped! I folded him up and dumped him in the box. Then there was that brain-thing! Eeeew! It was all yucky looking. I really had popped his head like a pimple! I grabbed another bag and shoved my hand in and reached down. Kind of like picking up dog doo. It was hard to hold onto the firm, slippery meat. But I finally managed to get a grip, and then I turned the bag inside out. I dumped the bag inside the box with the rest of him. I walked over and grabbed a couple of old towels off the workbench and tossed them on the floor. Pushing them around with my foot I got most of the stuff sopped up. The towels went in the box next, and then I folded over the cardboard flaps. I finally went inside and took a nice hot shower. Afterwards, I relaxed on the couch and watched some talk shows. Once in awhile I'd make a muscle just for the fun of it, and admire how big and strong I was. Later when it was getting dark I took my dad's car keys off the nail in the kitchen wall. The car was in the driveway. I raised the garage door with the electronic opener, and then backed the car in trunk-first. Getting out again I went around to the back of the car and checked to make sure that no one was around. Opening the trunk, I walked back over to the box and lifted it. Good. Nothing had leaked. I carried it over to the trunk and carefully set it inside. I closed the lid and, after walking back around to the driver's door, I pulled the car forward into the drive. After setting the brake I got back out and walked over to the side of the house. I turned on the faucet and then dragged the hose into the garage and flushed off the cement floor. There was hardly any stain left. I felt guilty about driving the car since I only had my learner's permit. But what else could I do? I drove very carefully down side streets to the industrial area where I met the first guy. Yep! The car was still there. It was a real mess. I stopped and looked around and saw what I was looking for. Lucky for me, there was no one in the area again. Walking over to the sewer I leaned over and slipped my fingers into the holes in the lid. I yanked up forcefully one-handed. There was a sharp grinding sound of metal on cement. The heavy thick iron lid popped loose, and I set it off to one side. I went back to the car and opened the trunk. Checking around one more time I lifted the box out in both arms. I carried it and positioned over the dark open hole. It took some pushing and shoving, but finally it dropped out of sight and I heard a big splash. I carefully set the cover back down and wiped the holes where my fingers had held it. On the way back home I listened to the radio and hummed to myself. I just couldn't wait till I had my license! At home I made dinner and ate in the kitchen. Afterwards I lay on the couch and relaxed for awhile. I'd lived in a lot of places before but none of them had so many creeps and jerks like this city. What if I hadn't started to lift weights when I did? Who knows what could have happened to me? I'd probably be dead! Or - I shuddered at the thought – I'd probably have one of those terrible venereal diseases that they always talk about in school. Yuck! I quickly got up and went downstairs to work on my weights for awhile. I mean, the way things were going, I better be as strong as I could.