Gurl Scoutz by Atomicboy Jan has a bone to pick with Atomicboy after destroying her property. Background History: Every since I was a teenager I loved female bodybuilders. It was just something about a strong woman that I really liked. I was attracted to their strength and feminity. I loved to watch the female bodybuilding competitions when they came on television. During my college years I started working out myself. I got nicely toned and took some martial arts classes. I was good to go. I got to know a lot of people and one guy named Arden who invited me to come to a few female bodybuilding tournaments. I said yes. He was actually judging one of the tournaments. Not only was it fun but I made a lot of friends and some enemies. Since then I've lost a little muscle. After college money was tight with the student loan and all so I cut out the gym and the martial arts. I still did my daily regimen of push-ups and sit-ups. Arden was having family problems and came back here to Chicago to stay. In the meantime he'd met this hottie named Tesa who looked like a lot like Christi Wolf, and they moved in together for awhile. I lost touch with Arden but I still managed to keep in touch with some friends on the circuit, but out of sight out of mind and all that. The problem is, now it seems that I always end up in some sticky situation with a female bodybuilder. It's like fate playing an evil joke. When I was looking to meet female bodybuilders I couldnt find them, now they seem to be all over the place and all of them seem to have a beef with me, some of them I dont even know. Last fall I decided to go camping in Wisconsin. There's a camp up there that I had gone to a few times when I was in boyscouts. I booked a weekend up there and got all geared up for the trip. My hiking boots were state of the art. I had my sleeping bag, all the food I could need, (beef jerky, canned food, powered eggs, ect) and an actual bathroom. (They replaced the out house with three real live porta-pottie). I started a campfire and roasted some hot dogs. The next day I signed up for some time with a scout troop at the bow and arrow range. I'd bought my own bow and arrow just incase I met up with any big wild animals. As I was shooting my concentration had been broken a few times by this woman and a group women in Eagle Scout uniforms. She seemed to be the leader and had the tails of her shirt tied above her ripped belly. Her arms and legs were rippling with muscles, those huge, powerful calves were enticing enough, and I could wash my clothes on her stomach. She was great! All of her arrows hit bullseyes. She noticed me looking and smiled. I nodded. After they were done I walked over to the woman. "You're an Eagle Scout?" I asked. "Yea, you wanna make something of it." "No, not at all. I was just curious because I didn't know there were allowing women eagle scouts now." "There are, sort'a. It's a special experimental branch for the girls. Actually I'm not a scout, I'm just here to show the girls their way around some of the more rougher stuff." "Rougher stuff?" "Martial arts, hunting, rock climbling, boating, camping, the way of the bow. All that stuff they teach guys but have failed to cut girls in on. Men have alway been afraid to let a woman excel in physical activities." "We'll girls aren't usually interested in that stuff." "Sure they are, when you let them be." She seemed to get a little angry when she said this but tried not to let it show. "So are you with one of the troops?" "No, I just signed up for this. I used to be in boyscouts when I was younger." "I'm Jan." "Hi Jan." I said shaking her hand. "You can call me A.B." "A.B.?" "Nickname." We spoke for a little longer and I left to go horse back riding and she left to teach the girls how to fish. After horse backing, and a little hiking it started to get dark and I didn't have my flash light, so I decided to start hiking back. The camp was a good five miles away and the sun seemed to rapidly be setting. As I walked I heard a car horn and turned to see a red Range Rover crusing down the dirt road. "Hey," it was Jan, the woman from the bow and arrow range. "You need a lift?" she asked. I was a little sheepish about the idea but it looked like she may have been a Godsend and maybe my only way back to my campsite before the sun fully set. "Sure, that sounds like a good idea." I climbed into the car and put my bow and arrows in her back seat. We talked for awhile and she seemed to have a lot of rage pinned up inside. She hated the way women were treated by society in general and especially by the scouts. Her major complaint was how men treated women in general. She said women could do everything men can. I agreed on that point but I did break down the point that women and men are different and we need to understand those differences and embrace them. She didn't seem to be just arguing or pushing the point she seemed to be living every moment of her argument. She was very empathetic. "What differences are you speaking of?" she seemed to tense up. "Well, men and women think differently, they hear differently, even are sexually attracted to their mate in different ways." "Those arguments are always used against us!" "Well it's true but it doesn't mean one species of being is better than the other." "Sure it does in a male dominated society!" her voice started to rise. "What's so different about us?" "Well, okay like instincts. Women have mother's intuition, while men have hunter's instincts." "You mean predatorial instincts don't you?" "That's not always bad. Man and woman were to be together and those instincts should be used together." "Where the hell you get that from." "It's Biblical. I'm a Christian." "Figures." "There's nothing wrong with that." She never looked at me, but said, "It's warps your reality. You think in relation to the Bible, it's not that cut and dry in the real world." "Yet you can find no argument to my logic. Men's instinct to hunt and provide for his family should be in union with a woman's maternial instincts, or even 'woman's intuition?' And women, they're sexually attracted to sounds, words, and touch while men are attracted to touch and the way a woman's body looks, not to say women don't like a good looking man, but we are different. It's not rocket science. "See, that's what I mean, you think your point should elementry and it's not. You have views like everyone else and your's aren't 100% right just because they're yours!" I turned away from her in frustration, "That's not what I'm saying. Forget it." "Don't get an attitude with me, you're in my fucking car." "Then kick me out if you want." She stopped the car. "Get out!" she said coldly. I got out and grabbed my bow and arrows. I checked my utility belt and to make sure it was secure and proceeded to start walking. "Thanks for the lift!" I said sarcastically as I slammed the door, but as the door slammed I heard a loud crunch. I looked back and saw her bow crushed between the door. It had fallen when I pulled mine out. "Oh fuck!" I said. She got out of the vehicle and walked over to my side. "My bow!" she shouted. "You fucked up my bow!" "I'm sorry. Here take mine." I handed my bow to her, but she smacked my hand away. "That's a compound bow, I use a hunter's bow! That bow cost me $300." I walked over to her fishing a pen and small pad from hunter's jacket. "Here's my name and address. I can give you the money, maybe sit up some kind of payment plan or-" She grabbed me by my collars. "You're going to give me the money now or I'm going to take it out on your ass!" "I don't have $300 on me." "That's too bad." she said letting my collars go so she could crack her knuckles. I stumbled back. "I don't want to fight you." "I don't give a fuck what you want." "Look, we can work this-" Before I could finish my sentence her knuckles went for my jaw. I blocked, then moved into a stance. "Bitch! Are you outta your mind! It ain't that serious!" "It is now!" she said, going for my ribs. I blocked that one as well. She went for my stomach but this time as I blocked she grabbed my hand, locked my arm and flipped me on my back. She spread her legs over my face, then dropped down and locked her legs under my head. Her speed was blinding and I was getting too old for this shit. "You have any idea what I'm going to do to you now? I could kill you right here and no one would no better until they found you in the morning."I felt her legs tighten around my head. It hurt like hell, and I couldn't breath well because her butt was on my face. "I'm going to crush your head, then move down to your neck, then on to your rib cage. All this I'll do with my legs. Then I'll give you my version of a hand job, systematically breaking your bones with my bare hands, until you come up with the money. I thought I was going to die. I tried to say something but couldn't. I slapped her legs a couple of times and tried to hit her but she took control of my hands. I couldn't think straight and felt myself going out. I had to do something. I opened my mouth and bit her on the left buttocks. "Ow!" she jumped off of me and I rolled to my feet, just barely. She looked at me with hatred in her eyes. "I never was an ass biter." I said. She growled and ran at me like some kind of rabid dog. I turned and made my way down a path. I was already breathing hard and running wasn't helping. I ran between some trees then stopped to rest. I fell to the ground on hands and knees. Suddenly I heard a russle in the bushes. I crawled against an old oak and rested there, while I tried to see what was going on, but no one came out. Suddenly I saw her burst through the shrubbery looking for me. I slowly crawled under a brush and watched. I saw her go the opposite way and I made my move. Staying low, I made my way back toward my camp, staying off the path and keeping an eye on my compass. Finally I decided to rest. I opened my canteen and drank the last of my water. I kept walking until I finally saw my camp. I got to my tent and fell onto the cot provided. I took a deep breath, but just as I got the notion of resting I heard a snap. Suddenly my tent fell down. I crawled from under the fallen tent only to find myself surrounded by about ten female "Eagles", all in the age range of 18 to 22. Each girl was fit and atheletic, some were muscular like Jan, who was standing on the hood of her Range Rover wearing cut off daisy dukes and a black sports bra. The first girl, who looked to be about 18 was ripped and hard. "We wanna talk to you!" she said. To be continued... by atomicboy