Janelle Teaches a Parent By Arby Loudmouth Jake gets beaten up by Janelle Janelle Ingram sighed and reached for her wine glass. She was relaxing in the oversized bathtub in her large bathroom. As she sipped her wine she reflected on her life. Janelle could not have been happier at the moment. She had a job that she loved, being the assistant principal of Riverview High School a large, very expensive private school. Her husband Ronald, a physician, had developed a very successful internal medicine practice. Their son, Ronald Jr. (Ronnie) was a straight A student in his sophomore year at Riverview, and was the starting point guard on the basketball team. The family had moved into their current house seven months ago, having built their dream house in a very exclusive area of town at the cost of slightly over six hundred thousand dollars. Tonight Ronnie and his teammates would play for the state championship. Janelle was getting ready to go to the game now. Life was good. Life had not always been this good for Janelle. She had grown up in the worst ghetto in the city. Her father had abandoned her family when Janelle was eight years old. As the oldest of six children, it fell to her to help her mother raise her three sisters and two brothers. Janelle had always been big for her age, and was almost 5'4" at age eleven. She started playing basketball on the playground with the boys at a very early age. It was obvious right away that she had a special talent for the game. Her skills often equal or surpassed the boys in that age group. Unfortunately, she had to develop skills to survive also. She had to learn how to fight. Living in a tough neighborhood is difficult for anyone, but for an attractive young girl, it was unbelievable. She had to learn to use her fists as well as her jump shot. Janelle saw basketball as a way out. She kept up her academic work, and spent every spare moment working to hone her basketball ability. By the time she was a senior in high school she had grown to an even six feet tall, and lead her team to their second straight state championship. With all this and her good grades, college recruiters were lining up to see her. She accepted a scholarship to the University of Virginia. In her freshman year she found in the tough ACC basketball conference, that a skinny six footer would have a tough time surviving. Then at urging of her coach, she hit the weight room. Her body responded almost immediately. Janelle also found that she enjoyed the way it made her look and feel. For one thing, she was no longer pushed around on the court. By the time her senior year arrived, she stood slightly over six feet tall, and weighed a solid 172 pounds. Muscle rippled all over her body. Her vertical leap powered by her bulked up quads increased to the highest ever by a female athlete at the university. Her arms and shoulders exploded with bulging muscles when flexed. She was ready for a monster season. Janelle did have that monster season. She carried her team to the final four, where they were defeated in the championship game by perennial power Tennessee. That was only the second most important event of her senior year. She started dating Ronald Ingram, the sixth man on the men's team. Ronald was six-five and actually made Janelle feel small. He had quickly figured out that the NBA was not in his future, so he concentrated on his studies. The day he was accepted to medical school, was the day they were married. They settled down in a suburb of Washington, D.C., and started their careers. Along came Ronnie, and their lives were that happy mix of work and family that most people never seem to find. Janelle early days were just a dim memory now. She sighed again, finished her wine and climbed out of the tub. The game started in an hour and she wanted to get there early. Janelle arrived at the gym twenty minutes before game time and found her seat. Ronald could not be there, he was attending a department meeting at the hospital. As the teams warmed up she overheard a man seated in front of her say " That Ingram kid is only here because he can play basketball. Otherwise his kind could only get in here as a janitor." Janelle started to say something but did not. The man who had spoken these words was Jake Ryder, whose son had been the starting point guard the year before, but Ronnie had taken his place in the starting lineup. Obviously he was bitter, so Janelle decided to let it pass. As the game progressed, Ronnie set up several baskets for his teammates, however just before halftime he made a mistake that allowed the other team to score the tying basket.. Janelle started to get up to go to the concession stand as the team ran by them to the dressing room. " Hey Ingram" Ryder yelled. " If that ball had been a watermelon, I'll bet you wouldn't have dropped it." Janelle had heard enough.She tapped Jake Ryder on the shoulder and said " Why don't you act like a parent of a player on the team instead of a redneck racist!" Then she started to walk away toward the concession stand. Ryder followed her. "Don't walk away from me you black bitch," he screamed at her. Janelle had just reached the bottom of the stair, and Jake was one step behind her. When she heard his words, her old instincts took over. Her right hand curled into a big, hard fist. She spun around and smashed that fist square into his jaw. Jake was leaning forward when the mighty blow landed. He fell down, against Janelle's chest. He was unconscious before she caught him. Janelle looked around, now somewhat embarassed by the situation. With all the noise no one seemed to have seen what happened. She carried him out of the gym and into the corridor of the school building. She told anyone who saw them that Jake was sick. She knew one of the classrooms was being remodeled and turned into a laboratory. As she carried the still unconscious Jake, her anger overcame her embarassment. Holding Jake with one hand she reached in her purse, took out her master key, and opened the vacant room. She laid Jake down on the floor, and began to formulate a plan. While waiting for Jake to wake up, she carefully removed her jacket, blouse and skirt, so she was standing in the room in just her bra and panties. Jake started to stir. " Welcome back, Mr. Ryder." "We are going to have a class in human relations and you will be the student, and I will be the teacher." Jake wanted to respond, but the throbbing in his jaw, took most of attention. "What did you hit me with?" he asked. "Just this," Janelle replied, and held up that big, hard fist again. " If you can't show me that you have learned your lesson, you will get hit with it many more times." she said. "Now start by apologizing for what you said to my son." "Never" snarled Jake, and he leaped for Janelle trying to catch her off guard. Jake was a fairly large man at 6'1", and 210 pounds, but he was overweight and out of shape. Their bodies collided and they fell to the floor with Jake on top. That didn't last long however as Janelle wrapped her powerful thighs around his waist and started to squeeze. As she turned on the power, Jake felt like all of his ribs were broken. At least one probably was. Janelle squeezed harder, and harder. Jake was moaning in pain, pleading for Janelle to release her punishing hold. Thinking that Jake had surrendered, Janelle released him. " Now let's start over," she said. "Apologize for what you said." "I said never" Jake growled and leaped for her again. Janelle grabbed his arm and snapped it behind him in a hammerlock. She rammed his face straight in to the new blackboard that had just been installed. She backed him up and repeated the process twice more. Blood was running down his face from several small cuts the blackboard had caused. Janelle once again released him and demanded that Jake apologize. At first he didn't answer. He just slumped down on the floor and tried to regain his bearings. Finally he screamed "Fuck you, bitch" and threw a clumsy punch at her face. Janelle had seen it coming and ducked under it. She buried her right fist in his belly. Jake folded up and started to fall. "Not yet, Mr. Bigmouth", Janelle said. "Since you seem to be a slow learner, so we have to make sure you really learn your lesson!". She hauled him upright, and shoved him against the wall. Her left fist slashed into his cheek, just below his right eye. Her big diamond wedding ring ripped the skin causing more blood to flow. Janelle then rammed her knee up into his balls. Jake tried once again to collapse but Janelle again shoved him back against the wall. This time the left fist with the big ring smashed in to his right eye, doing severe damage and causing the eye to immediately start to swell and bruise. She cocked her right fist and sent it blasting to his nose, which broke with a loud snap. Jake was now a mess, with blood running from his nose, and from multiple cuts on his face caused by both her wedding ringed fist and the earlier contact with the blackboard. Jake was again pleading with Janelle. "I'll apologize any thing you want." "Just please don't hurt me any more." "Too little, too late", said Janelle, dragging Jake to his feet one more time. She buried her fist in his belly again, and looked right in his eyes, looking for some sign that her fists were having the desired effect.. Jake was begging now for her to please stop. Again and again that powerful, anger driven fist plunged into his ravaged stomach. Blood now was coming out of his mouth indicating internal damage. Finally Janelle stopped. Jake was barely hanging on to consciousness. " This is your last chance" Janelle said. " First, you must promise to apologize in writing to my son." " I will," Jake groaned. " Second, you must promise never to mention what happened in here to anyone, because if you do, I will find you and make this look like a picnic in the park." " I uh, I won't tell anybody" Jake said. "Third, If you ask me really nice, I will knock you out and end this." "If you don't ask, we will just keep going until you do." " Please do it." Jake was crying now. "Do what, Mr. Ryder" Janelle taunted. "Knock me out," Jake pleaded. "Please don't hit me anymore. "O.K. your choice, belly or face" Janelle said, a smile now playing across her face. "God not my poor stomach again, It might kill me." from Jake. "Face it is, then", Janelle said. "Just remember, this was your choice." She then positioned his face at exactly the angle she wanted. Drawing back that big, terrible right fist one last time, she regarded her victim for a few seconds. Then she sent that fist speeding to explode on his jaw. The force of the punch lifted Jake off his feet and sent him flying backwards to land on a lab table. He then slowly slid off the table to lie spreadeagled on the floor. Janelle calmly got dressed, washed Jake's blood off her knuckles, and walked out of the classroom without looking back. " I wonder if I can still make some of the fourth quarter of the game" she said to herself as she walked slowly to the gym.