Lyvia Meets the Boogy Man
By: Beaten Man   replies to humbled@abeatenman.com 
Lithe teenaged girl is attacked by 230 pound mugger


Here's another email I recently received

Dear Humbled

Reading through the stories at your site I immediately thought of an incident
I witnessed about eighteen months ago. It was so amazing that I have never
been able to relate the story to anyone. They simply would not believe what I
saw. Since I don't want anybody thinking I'm crazy or a liar I have just kept
silent. That is until now. You're site seems to be just the sort of place
where it should be told. After a year I am dying to share this with somebody
so with your indulgence, let me begin.

I live in a large, rambling town house and villa community located just
outside San Diego. The community is set around a golf course with five large
lakes and has about two thousand residences. The entire community has long
winding paths that run around the lakes and Golf course connecting the various
public facilities with the individual clusters of homes that make up the
entire development. I give this rather long winded description of the layout
of the community because one of these isolated paths plays a large part in the
story.

My wife and I have lived in Los Lagos for twenty years. We moved in just after
the birth of our first son. Two years ago, about the time our son left for
college my wife gave birth to our second son. You can imagine what a shock it
was after eighteen years to find ourselves starting all over again with
raising a child. We had thought for years that was all behind us.

One of the first things my wife and I discovered that would be changing for us
was our ability to come and go as we pleased together. We had become
accustomed to just picking up and going out whenever the mood struck us. We
needed a reliable baby sitter that would be available to us when we needed
one. Luckily, living in a large development, there were quite a few teenaged
girls to choose from and there was one we knew particularly well.

Lyvia was a young lady we had known for over ten years. She was almost three
years younger than our son but had been in his circle of neighborhood friends
since she was six. As a little girl she was a bit of a tomboy and enjoyed
competing in the team sports the boys played, like volleyball and baseball, to
the dolls and tea sets of the other young girls. As she grew she continued to
enjoy sports and developed into quite the athlete. By the time she was a teen
she was no longer a tomboy but still an active participant in the boys
physical activities and a close friend of our son.

We had always suspected that she had a bit of a crush on our son Ron, she came
around the house all the time, but the three years difference was too much for
Ron to overlook. That was somewhat of a disappointment to my wife and I as we
both found her bright, bubbly and fun to be around. She excelled at everything
she did. Whether it was Dancing, Gymnastics, Karate or league sports she
always won the trophies. She was also an extremely beautiful and exotic
looking young lady.

Though her last name was French, LaSalle, she was both vaguely Oriental and
vaguely Polynesian looking at the same time. Her eyes were moderately slanted
and her hair was the most lustrous, silky, shiny black I had ever seen. It
fell straight down to below the middle of her back. Her other facial features
and her coloring were almost pure Polynesian. She had a broad sensuous mouth
and a straight tiny nose, her skin was always a dark golden brown, even in the
dead of winter. She was only about five foot four inches tall and I would
guess she weighed about 115 Lbs. She had a slender, shapely build, much like a
young Chinese or Japanese girl might have. Her demeanor and actions, however
were all American. She loved the San Diego Padres and Chargers, the LA Lakers,
Brittany Spears, Madonna and M and M in no particular order.

She was an extraordinary young lady and I always felt my son had missed the
boat when it came to showing some interest in her. She was our first and only
choice as a baby sitter. I am so happy she was. It proved to be a saving grace
for me.

The very first time we used Lyvia her parents dropped her off at our house
about six in the evening. She had wanted to come a little early and get
acquainted with our newest addition, Jamie, who was only four months old at
the time. I remember that she was wearing a tiny pair of short shorts and a
midriff tee shirt, looking like an absolute doll. I remember because I thought
again of how stupid my son had been in ignoring the little beauty just because
she was a few years younger than him.

She spent an hour watching my wife feed Jamie and then played with him by his
crib as we got ready to leave. A little after seven my wife and I left for
dinner and we didn't return home until almost midnight. We found Lyvia napping
on the floor next to our son's crib. She had stayed right next to him the
entire time we were gone. My wife was so tickled by Lyvia's devotion she
couldn't stop talking about how lucky we were to live near her. Little did she
suspect how right that sentiment was.

Since it was a beautiful night I decided that instead of driving Lyvia home we
would walk. I would simply escort her the back way around the golf course,
about a fifteen minute walk, and then return home the same way. The walk would
help me digest the heavy dinner that was still laying like a rock in my
stomach. She was happy to get a little exercise herself and so about midnight
the two of us left out the back door and started up the trail.

We were strolling along the dark winding path, just making the turn around the
golf course away from our cluster towards Lyvia's, completely lost in
conversation. She was a step in front of me and chattering away about rap
music, American Idol and school when a large shadowy form stepped from between
the hedges right in front of me. I had to stop short to keep from bumping into
him.

He was a big man about thirty years old. I would estimate he was at least six
foot three, about four inches taller than me, and weighed somewhere around 230
pounds. He had on a black sleeveless sweat shirt, a pair of black jeans and
motorcycle boots. He was dark and swarthy, with a Latino complexion and
features. There was a large scar that ran from his right ear down to his chin
and a gang tattoo around his huge left bicep. His hulking, muscular look, dark
dress and sudden appearance from the shadows gave him a forbidding demeanor.

I was taken completely by surprise when he stepped in front of me. I stopped
short and started to excuse myself for almost bumping into him. He smiled as I
started to speak but then suddenly punched me in the stomach. The hard,
unexpected punch completely knocked all the air out of me. I whooshed and
doubled over. When I bent he grabbed my head and kneed me in the face. I
toppled backwards and landed on my back with blood gushing from my nose

Lyvia was at my side in an instant and bent over me to see if I was all right
Her back was to my attacker as she knelt by my head and tried to dab at the
blood coming from my nose with a tissue. She was yelling up to him behind her
to leave me alone and go away. Over her shoulder I saw him reach down and grab
a handful of her silky black hair. He yanked her to her feet and said "'come
to papa little puta, daddy has a big surprise for your sweet little ass".

It wasn't hard for me to tell what he had in mind for her, I was sickened by
the thought. I mumbled at her to run but he had her tight by the hair and had
already pulled her back to him. I heard her yell out something that sounded
like kee yi and as she did she drove her elbow backwards into the attacker's
chest. As her elbow struck his chest and he bent slightly she drove her tiny
fist on the same arm straight up and struck him under the chin. At the same
time she kicked backwards at his knee.

He bellowed and stepped back releasing her hair as he did. She pivoted around
towards him and delivered a side kick to the center of his body which backed
him up a bit further. Without missing a beat she continued turning and spun
around catching him flush on his left cheek with the back of her fist. He
roared again and swung his ham like right fist at her beautiful head. Her left
arm shot up blocking his hay maker and she drove her right fist into his nose
as she blocked. Blood spurted from his nose, he yelled again and moved back a
bit more.

I felt helpless on the ground groggily watching her defend us. It had only
been about thirty seconds since he'd hit me but they were already standing
about ten feet from where I was laying on my back. He was circling her with a
look of murder in his eyes. A steady stream of Spanish curse words was flowing
from his lips. I yelled at her again to run when he suddenly reached for her
throat with both of his huge hands. The fifteen year old girl kicked up
between his outstretched arms and drove the heel of her right foot into his
chin. She stepped down on the same foot and spun around kicking him in the
stomach with her left foot as she spun . She was as fast as a bolt of
lightning.

The second kick doubled him over and as his head came down her right fist came
up in an uppercut that fairly exploded on his chin. The big man toppled over
backwards and landed on his ass. She kicked again at his head and he fell over
on his back. The little tigress stood right over him and said "you'd better
get your sorry ass out of here if you know what's good for you".

I was dumbfounded at her obvious mastery of martial arts. I knew that she had
taken some karate, my son had attended classes at the same dojo, but she had
been absolutely incredible. I struggled back to my feet and stumbled over to
where the two of them had been fighting. I got there just as our attacker was
getting back on his feet.

I was coming up behind Lyvia when he again swung at her. She ducked and I
caught the punch flush on my jaw. I was sent sprawling to the ground again,
this time on my side. I rolled over to my back in time to see him swinging
powerful lefts and rights, one after the other at Lyvia's head. She kept
ducking and weaving, backing away from his attack and avoiding the punches. As
she backed away she was punching back at his mid section under the blows that
were whistling over her head.

Finally after swinging at her about two dozen times he stopped and stood in
front of her panting. To my surprise the little girl began attacking him with
her tiny fists. She punched straight at his nose and jaw alternating lefts and
rights. He began backing up as she punched. When he would bring his tired arms
up she would attack his stomach, when they came down it was back to the face.
Her attack marched him all the way back to where I was laying until his back
hit a tree. She stood in front of him punching furiously at his stomach as he
leaned against the tree. Finally he slid to a sitting position and said "okay,
okay, I've had enough, I'll leave".

As he struggled back to his feet Lyvia glanced back at me and asked if I was
okay. He took advantage of her distraction and kneed her in the crotch. She
cried out in pain and slumped against him. When she did he grabbed her shirt
with his left hand and punched her jaw with his right. She was knocked
backwards a few feet and landed on her back.

I was trying to get back on my feet as he staggered forward to where she was
laying. When he got over her he reached down for her neck. As he squeezed her
throat and drew back his fist her foot shot straight up and caught him
directly in the groin. He grunted and released her. She did a back roll and
sprang to her feet.

Cursing like a sailor she ran straight to him and this time using her lethal
feet kicked him about a dozen times in his face and stomach, backing him up
until he went down. When he fell she jumped on his chest and began driving her
little fists into his face over and over again. The punches rained down on him
like a non stop blur. He cried out "please no" a few times and then was silent

She was still punching like a piston when I pulled her off the unconscious
man.

Our would be assailant was a mess. His face was covered with blood and it
looked as though his nose and jaw were both shattered. His mouth was cut up
and his front teeth were broken. His lips were puffed and bleeding. Both of
his eyes were swelled closed and blackened, there were bruises all over his
face. Lyvia had a small bruise on her jaw and her hands were bloody but was
otherwise unmarked.

The intense battle between the muscular 230 pound man and the lithe 115 pound,
fifteen year old female had taken all of five minutes and had been a total
mismatch. In that five minutes she had completely demolished the big man. If I
hadn't pulled her off him I'm sure she would have beaten him to death. When I
think that it began with him grabbing her from behind as she knelt it just
seemed all the more amazing to me. I will never forget the spectacle if I live
to be a thousand.

We ran to her house and called the Police. They collected the still
unconscious mugger within twenty minutes. Neither they, Lyvia's parents or my
own wife believed me when I told them it was Lyvia who had so badly beaten the
man. They all insisted that I must have had something to do with it and was
just to shaken by his attack to remember. Lyvia did nothing to correct their
misconception. I think she was embarrassed by the violence she had visited on
the man, even though it was richly deserved, and was afraid of developing a
reputation as some sort of killer female freak.

I argued with them futilely for a while, but since Lyvia seemed so reluctant
to accept the credit for what she did, I finally stopped trying to convince
them and allowed them to believe whatever they wished. I felt extremely
foolish accepting credit for something that was done while I laid flat on my
back but everyone else, including Lyvia, seemed much happier with the altered
version of events. I was credited with thwarting an attempted mugging and
Lyvia was listed as a witness who assisted me. The attacker himself, when he
was finally able to talk again, denied doing anything and then clammed up. He
wasn't about to tell anybody that he had been beaten half to death by a
teenaged girl. He was probably tickled to death that everyone thought I did
it. From what I later found out he was charged with violating probation and
was sent to the county jail for nine months.

That's pretty much the end of the story. I feel much better now that I've
shared it with someone who will believe me. There is however a little post
script to the tale.

About 3 months ago two men were found badly beaten and unconscious on the
trail behind Lyvia's house. They were both bruised from head to toe and had
gang tattoos on their arms. One of them was the same man who had attacked us.
They refused to say why they were there or who it was that had beaten them.

I questioned Lyvia about the incident the day after they were found. She
denied knowing anything about what happened but both of her fists were badly
bruised and cut up. I pointed out the condition of her hands to her. She
looked at them for a moment and then gave me an embarrassed little smile. She
winked at me, then kissed me on the cheek and dashed off saying she was late.
I'm positive our attacker came back with reinforcements looking for a bit of
revenge. What he got was another beating and a busted up accomplice. Hopefully
he has finally learned his lesson.

Well, that's it. Thanks for listening, I look forward to seeing the story of
this incredible teenager in print.