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By A.J. Brown
A political argument gets out of control


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"Paul, its really pathetic that ur still supporting republicans at this point
after everything. Are u really that brainwashed? Or are u just stupid?"

He read Grace's message to him in the Facebook comment section and couldn't
believe she was talking to him like that. She was a heavier woman,
36-years-old and still single, but Paul was actually nicer to her than a lot
of people were. For the most part they had always gotten along and she had
never been this rude to him. He tried to stay cool though, not stooping down
to her level. It took some effort for him not to get too heated when he saw
multiple people 'liking' her comment already. How could others support how
rudely she was talking to him?

"The democrats have some good ideas but overall I just think I align better
with republicans right now," he typed back, trying to keep the conversation as
reasonable as he could. "The $15 an hour minimum wage thing is something I
just can't side with democrats on. It's going to cost more people jobs than it
helps people and it can really hurt small business owners that can't afford
it. Not to mention, what about people that are currently making $15 - $20 an
hour? Seems unfair to them as they wouldn't receive any kind of raise while
all of those people below them would be brought right up to their level."

He immediately got two laugh emoji reactions to his comment, one from Grace,
and one from one of the women that had 'liked' Grace's previous comment. He
could see that Grace was typing as a few more people liked her previous
comment and he still just had the two laugh emojis on his.

"LOLOLOLOL!!!!!!!!!!!!" Grace wrote. "r u able to actually think for urself
and not just recite everything u hear on Faux News? theres no proof that
raising the minimum wage is going to cost ANYONE their jobs so stop with that
bullshit already. And if a small business owner can't afford to pay a LIVING
wage then their not smart enough to have a business and should be out doing
something else. And stop with the bullshit about the people who are currently
making 15 an hour. Ur saying other people dont deserve a LIVING wage because
of that? When the minimum wage increases that will help the economy and hence
those people will be able to get wage increases as well!!!!!!!!"

He wondered why he was bothering with this as he thought there were plenty of
flaws in what she was saying but he knew no matter what he said she had her
mind made up and was not only going to disagree with him but try and belittle
him for thinking what he did, despite him trying to keep the conversation
respectful. Still, he watched all of her friends liking her rude comment, it
got over five likes immediately and he didn't want to back down. He then got a
like for his last comment from a name he didn't know - Ellen Accetta - and
that motivated him to continue to defend his point.

"I think it's basic common sense that doubling the minimum wage is going to
cost people their jobs as a lot of businesses wouldn't be able to afford it
and there are plenty of other businesses that just won't pay that much when
they can automate. I don't watch Fox News but I've seen other articles
supporting that. And I find it a bit hypocritical that you seem so interested
in helping the people making minimum wage but show no concern for small
business owners and even go as far as calling them stupid if they couldn't
afford that kind of payroll increase. I think thinking that business owners
will pay their other employees more based on people spending more due to the
minimum wage increase is equally na�ve as those who think giving business
owners tax breaks will cause them to pay more to their employees."

His response was long and he saw Grace respond to it with another laugh emoji,
faster than there was any way she could have actually read it. He could see
that she was typing a response and he could picture her sitting there on her
phone with a dumb smile on her face, just so eager to roast him. While she was
doing that he got two more laugh emojis and her comments had gotten multiple
likes and a couple of loves. But he did get another like from Ellen Accetta.

As he waited for Grace to finish her mean response, he clicked on Ellen's
profile. She looked absolutely beautiful, with pretty eyes and a nice,
confident smile. She was 39 years old, four years older than Paul. He briefly
thought about friend requesting her but then quickly thought better of that.

"LOLOLOL!!!!!!" Grace wrote. "where do u get this republitard bullshit??????
let me guess, ur one of the ones that thinks it was a fraudulent election
too???????"

"I don't know about that," he wrote. "But I did find it a bit odd that 95% of
the votes that came in through the mail after the fact were democrat votes."

Grace hit his comment with a laugh emoji immediately and he got hit with a
couple of more while Grace typed her response. He got himself another 'like'
from Ellen who was silently supporting him. He started to scroll through her
pictures and she looked stunning in every one of them. He wished he knew more
women like this and less like Grace and maybe he wouldn't be single.

"OK, i cant even deal with this," Grace wrote. "you brainwashed republitards
will believe anything Faux News tells u. im not wasting anymore time with this
bullshit."

He tried to think of one last thing he could say to try and make her look dumb
as he watched her get multiple more likes from her friends, but then he saw he
got a message request. He was pleased to see if was from Ellen Accetta and he
accepted.

"Hey!" her message said. "I like what you said about your concerns about the
legitimacy about the election. You are definitely not alone in your thoughts.
I have some extremely compelling evidence that shows that this election was
actually a fraud and it was completely rigged. I was wondering if you'd like
to meet up for coffee sometime so I can show you some things that are mind
blowing."

While Paul wasn't a fan of what the democrat party had become over the years,
he wasn't a fan of a lot of the conspiracy theories that he heard from
republicans either. He considered himself a true independent, one that was
open-minded to both points of view and that he made his decisions without a
bias. He still accepted her offer.

****

He recognized Ellen immediately as he sat at the table in the coffee house and
saw her walking towards him, even though the scarf that she had on was
covering her nose and her mouth. He recognized her beautiful eyes immediately
and he enjoyed seeing them in person. She removed the face covering once she
had a seat and greeted him with a warm smile.

"Paul?" she said and he nodded. "Ellen Accetta. It's a pleasure to meet you."

She offered to shake his hand and he accepted despite the fact that he wasn't
big on shaking anyone's hands during the current time. She spoke softly and
her words were extremely clear, making him feel good just listening to her
talk. Her hair was on the shorter side but it was well taken care of and
looked feminine.

She wore a warm, expensive looking coat which he understood considering that
it was only in the high twenties outside and she carried a handbag as well as
a computer bag. She wore jeans but despite how cold it was outside, she wore
white flip flops and he could see most of her bare feet underneath them. Her
feet were on the bigger size, probably a size 9, but the combination of her
long toes and the smooth skin on her feet made them look sexy. Her toenail
polish was a dark blue. Feeling how cold his hands felt even when he was
outside wearing gloves, he thought about how cold her feet must have been
outside and that made him more interested in them so he couldn't look away
from them.

"I'll take an espresso, please," he heard Ellen say to the waiter which broke
him out of the trance of looking at her feet. He looked up and luckily she
didn't seem to notice where he had been looking. He ordered as well.

Ellen got right down to business, pulling out the laptop, connecting to the
Wi-Fi and showing him the first video she wanted to show him. He watched with
an open mind and although the narrator seemed to make some legitimate points
about ballots being thrown out and democrats bullying people to not count the
republican voter ballots, there was no proof and he didn't find the video to
have any information that he hadn't already heard.

Ellen was frequently pausing the video to add her own commentary as to why she
thought the election was rigged and that was what he found the most enjoyable.
Not because anything she said changed his mind about anything but because she
spoke so softly and calmly, yet seemed so interested in what she was saying
that it gave him ASMR to listen to her. He could have sat there all night
listening to her talk about what she thought was a fraudulent election, just
because it gave him tingles throughout his body as she spoke about it.

He also snuck a few looks down at her feet when he got the opportunity as that
was making this experience with her even more enjoyable. At one point she had
lifted up her heel creating quite the distance between that part of her foot
and he flip flop. He wished he could get his head lower so he could get a look
at the bottom of her foot.

"So that's what I got," she said when they were both finishing up their coffee
and she closed her laptop up. "Hopefully that gives you something to think
about." Her not pressuring him to agree with her on the spot just gave him
more tingles.

"Would you like me to walk you to your car?" he said to her.

"How sweet of you to offer," she said. "I'd be delighted if you did that."

They stood up at the same time and he realized that she looked to be about
5'8, only two inches shorter than he was. He wondered if he should try and
kiss her when they got to her car. It was the first time he met her and this
wasn't even a date but he felt like they connected well and he wasn't getting
any younger. But then he watched her cover her face with the scarf and when he
put his face mask on he realized that would make it more awkward and he
remembered why he hadn't been on an actual date in over a year.

Once they got outside under the light that was at the entrance, the only light
there was under the cloudy night sky, Ellen immediately pulled the scarf down
from her face. He didn't need to be wearing his either so he pulled it off and
threw it in a trashcan that was nearby. He was going to go for this kiss,
there was nothing that he had to lose.

"Well look at these two," he heard a voice say. "Why am I not surprised that
the two of you are hanging out?"

He looked to see Grace walking towards them from the parking lot as he and
Ellen had walked away from the light. Grace was with a female friend, one who
was thin and tall, the same age as Grace, a couple of inches taller than Paul
was, and the two of them looked to be just arriving at the coffee house. Grace
stood at 5'6 but she was a thick girl and the winter coat that she had on made
her look even thicker.

"So why don't you say that shit to my face that you were saying to me behind
the safety of your keyboard," Grace yelled at Paul. He could see the look of
intensity on her entire face as she wasn't wearing a mask either. "Let's see
you call me a hypocrite and call me na�ve now!" She moved towards him and she
looked like she legitimately wanted to fight him. She might have been a girl
but she was thick and heated and Paul couldn't help but be a little
intimidated.

"Well you did say I was brainwashed and call me a republitard," he said.

"That's cuz you ARE a republitard," she yelled back at him, so fired up over
all of this. "You got a problem with me saying that? Why don't we step over to
the side of the building and we can settle this?"

He looked over to the side of the building which had no light whatsoever and
with such few people at the coffee house that night during a pandemic they
could definitely go fight there without anyone noticing. Grace shoved him in
the chest hard enough where it almost knocked him off of his feet. He looked
at Grace who looked so ready to fight. He looked at Ellen like he was asking
her what he should do.

"No need to hold back on her," Ellen said to him. "I'm a witness that she
physically instigated this so you don't have to take that."

Grace was already on her way to the side of the building to fight. He thought
about just walking to his car but he didn't want to look like a pussy after
Ellen had already encouraged him to fight, plus he couldn't just walk away and
leave her with this psycho if she didn't quickly get to her car either. He
felt afraid as he walked to the side of the building, hearing Ellen walking
behind him and not even looking back so she couldn't see the look of fear on
his face. When he got to the side of the building it felt like he had just
stepped into the ring and now there was no turning back. It was considerably
darker than the front of the building and seemed secluded from everything
else, unlike the front of the building where he could see the road, the cars,
and the street lights.

"Come on you asshole!" Grace said. "You wanna call me na�ve??"

She shoved him hard enough to get a reaction out of him. He moved to shove her
but her thick hands grabbed his wrists in the air and he felt how strong she
was. She pushed him backwards and his skinny body could do nothing to stop
her. She pushed him right against the outside wall of the building, his back
hitting it first, then his head jerking back and the back of his head hitting
it hard.

Grace grabbed the front of his coat with both hands, yanked him towards her
downward, and put him in a headlock, pulling his head into her hip. He tried
pulling her arms away but her strength and positioning was too much to
overcome and he remained trap. He felt her fist punch his face twice and his
eyes watered up.

"Who's na�ve now??" she said. "Looks like you were na�ve not realizing that
a girl could kick your ass."

She punched him in the face again and he was about to start crying and begging
already when she let go of him. He stood up, his whole equilibrium off, and he
stumbled around a bit like he was drunk, barely staying on his feet. Now
smiling about the punishment she was administering, Grace moved closer to him
and he felt the bottom of her sneaker drive into his hip when she kicked him.
The awkwardness of the kick showed that the heavier girl was fairly
uncoordinated but she had a big leg and with the weather being so cold, the
kick definitely hurt.

He lifted his leg to kick her and his gangly body, only weighing 150 pounds at
his 5'10 height, threw a kick that was even more awkward than hers had been.
She saw it coming and smiled excitedly as she watched his leg coming towards
her. She caught his leg in the air. He tried to pull away but her thick arms
wouldn't let his leg go. He pulled his leg hard and he still couldn't free it,
now feeling humiliated that he couldn't get his leg free from a girl's arms.

Grace then pulled his leg backwards which swept him right off of his feet. His
tailbone hit the concrete right before both of his elbows did and the fall
really hurt. He tried to get up but between the beating he had taken so far
and the cold, he felt too weak to get up. Grace had plenty of energy as she
started to squat down. She pushed her crotch into his chest and pushed him
down, pinning him down on his back.

He struggled underneath her but her skinny upper body was no match for her big
ass and thick legs holding him down and he was trapped. She was pushing her
crotch into his chest and her weight was causing him to have some trouble
breathing. As she wound back her right fist to punch him and he saw the huge,
confident smile on her face he actually thought she looked pretty for the
first time.

He saw her fist coming and he put his hands up to block it. But his hands may
as well have not even been there as she just punched right threw them and
slugged him right in the face. She pulled her left fist back directly and
pushed it forward straight, giving him no chance of defending it as she
punched him in the eye.

He couldn't remember the last time he felt the kind of pain that her thick,
closed fist connecting with his face made him feel. Two punches were enough to
make him unable to get his guard up and her next punch hit him squarely in the
cheek without any kind of deflection. Desperate to stop this thrashing, he put
his hands over his face to cover it. She was easily able to pull his hands
away and punch him in the nose.

Now he was crying and all he could do was hope that she would stop as he felt
blood coming out of his nose. But he saw that terrifying fist of hers come at
him again and strike him, showing no sympathy for his tears. She struck him
again and he cried more. He asked her to 'please stop' as he cried which was
answered by another fist to the same eye. He cried for her to stop again and
he could hear how pathetic he sounded. She punched his face again and now knew
for sure that she had no intention of stopping any time soon. This beating was
worse than anything he had ever imagined and he decided he had learned his
lesson. He was not going to challenge the minimum wage increase anymore or any
democratic ideas. He would believe whatever Grace wanted him to as long as he
didn't have to suffer any more of these beatings. He wished he could tell her
that so maybe she'd stop but she was punching him too rapidly and he was too
out of breath to the get words out. But once she was done, he would tell her,
and make sure he never had to go through this again. For the time being, he
just cried as she punched him more.

"Grace stop!" he heard Ellen's voice say. "That's enough!"

He didn't think there was a snowball's chance in the sun that Grace was going
to stop based on Ellen saying that but he looked up to see a look of terror on
Grace's face, her eyes wide open, as she looked up at Ellen. Paul turned his
head and the first thing he saw was Ellen's feet which actually made him feel
a bit better. But when he looked up and saw Ellen pointing a pistol right at
Grace's head, he felt his entire body freeze.

He had never seen a real gun before except maybe on the belt of a cop. They
scared him and gun control was one thing that he did agree with democrats on.
As much as he didn't want to get beaten up anymore, he would rather have taken
a longer beating than watch Grace get her head blown off. The fact that Grace
was sitting on him had him fearing plenty that if Ellen did pull the trigger
than he could end up accidentally getting shot as well.

In the coffee house when Ellen had been explaining her thoughts on the videos
to him she had had a sweet but intense look in her eyes like she believed
passionately in what she was showing him. He had found that comforting at the
time but now she had that exact same look in her eyes only now it looked like
she had that same passion about putting a bullet into Grace if she felt she
had to which he found terrifying. She also looked like her belief was to do
what she felt like she had to do and that making sure Paul stayed safe in the
process was secondary.

"Put it away," Grace said and even though she was trying to still sound tough,
Paul could tell how afraid she was. "You want to spend the rest of your life
in jail for murder?"

"Well I could just shoot you in the leg just to get you off of him," Ellen
said her tone just as cool and calm as it had been back in the coffee house.
Paul's body completely tensed up seeing how close Grace's leg were to his
chest. "But even if I missed and hit you somewhere else - I have a witness
underneath you that can verify I did it to protect him and the bruises you've
put all over him are even more evidence. A quick screenshot of all of your
aggressive comments to him on Facebook would also show the kind of person you
are when he was just trying to speak cordially to you. Now I'll give you till
the count of three to get off of him."

At first glance it looked like Grace was still going to try and stand her
ground and Paul felt paralyzed as his entire body clenched up preparing for a
gun to be shot in his direction. But before Ellen even began to count, Grace
jumped to her feet, looking terrified. She started to run away and her friend
followed.

"I'm unfriending you on Facebook, Ellen!" Grace yelled and even though Paul
was still just looking straight up at the cloudy sky, he could tell that Grace
had ran quite the distance away from her before she yelled that. "Actually,
I'm not just going to unfriend you I'm blocking you! Blocked - forever!"

He heard a few steps softly walking towards him and then saw Ellen kneel above
him. "You OK?" she said. He tried to get up but he couldn't move. His body
still felt paralyzed, so tense, so cold, and he could feel the bruises growing
on his face. He wanted to beg her for help but he couldn't even open his
mouth. He felt trapped inside himself, all of his fear bottled up since he
couldn't speak.

"You're in shock," she said to him. "You just got the shit beat out of you and
had a gun pointed in your direction. Come with me."

He still felt like he couldn't move, feeling like he maybe needed to be picked
up or needed medical attention, but he knew she wouldn't be able to lift him.
There was something about her pulling a gun out like that that made him wonder
how much he could trust her and he wondered if she wouldn't just leave him
there if he wasn't able to get up on his own.

But then she grabbed his hand with her hand. Despite the cold weather, neither
of them had put gloves on and feeling her soft hand touching his gave him a
good feeling and as she gave his arm a little tug he started to get up. He
still felt extremely stiff and tight but with her assistance he managed to get
to his feet. He also felt like he was able to speak.

"You gonna walk me to my car now?" he said, almost like he was making a joke,
and he was surprised he was able to find a bit of a sense of humor.

"No, you are in no condition to drive. You are going to come with me."

If before the incident with Grace happened he had been told that he was going
to be getting in her car and going with her he would have been excited, but
with everything that had happened he froze up again as he thought about
getting in the car with this stranger. He felt like he couldn't speak and he
was only able to take little steps.

"Yeah, you are definitely in no position to be driving," she said, noticing
his anxiety increasing. "Don't worry, I will take good care of you."

She had a compact car that looked red but he was too dazed to know what kind
of car it was. She put him in the back seat which was soft and comfortable.
She drove carefully and played some soft music as she drove which made him
feel a bit better. He still felt like he shouldn't be doing this but also felt
like he was drunk and didn't have it in him to object.

She pulled in the parking lot to her apartment building, took him inside, and
took him in an elevator that took them up to the third floor, Paul still
walking very slowly during all of this. The inside of her apartment looked
very soothing, nice leather furniture, some plants, and a large fish tank. She
sat him down on one of her couches.

"So we need to do something to get you relaxed," she said in her soft voice.
"I saw you keep looking at my feet at the coffee house. Want me to rub them on
your face?"

He felt embarrassed she noticed that and at first thought she may be mocking
him but she still had a look on her face like she genuinely wanted to help
him. Having her rub her feet on his face actually sounded great but he wasn't
sure if that was appropriate or if he'd embarrass himself by accepting the
offer so he just kind of stared at her.

"OK you don't have to answer, I can tell that you want me to," she said as she
gave him a comforting chuckle. "Go ahead and lie down on the ground on your
back."

When he first saw her feet at the coffee shop he never would have imagined he
would be offered such a treat. It was helpful that he was still in a bit of
shock which took a bit of the awkwardness away from the situation. Her
nurturing but take-control attitude also made him feel more comfortable as he
got down on the hardwood floor and lay on his back.

He saw her looking down at him beneath her with a warm smile on her face as
she took her flip flops off and put them to the side. He watched her raise her
legs and soon her bare soles were completely in the way of him seeing any of
her face. They were smooth but firm looking, looking like they'd feel so good
to touch, but also like they could deliver a firm kick if they needed to. He
watched them come closer to his face until he saw nothing but bare soles.

The moment those bare soles covered his face, any stress he had about
fighting, politics, or anything in his life was gone. They felt quite cold
from being outside but other than causing him to shiver a bit initially, that
did not bother him at all. He felt the smoothness of them and smelled how
fresh they smelled as she rubbed those perfect feet in his face and he felt
the balls of her feet, her arches, and her heels all pushing into different
parts of his face.

This was exactly where he wanted to be, everything he wanted out of life. The
fact that he was experiencing these feet made him never want to worry about
anything else again. Her feet pushed into his face as she rubbed them in but
that just kept feeling better. Sometimes he thought that life was unfair and
that he didn't get enough in return for how hard he worked and how nice of a
person he was but as he felt the bottoms of her long toes starting to play the
side of his face like it was a piano, he realized the day had finally come
when he was getting everything that he always desired.

He could feel his cock growing in his pants like it never had before without
any contact. This was far from just a sexual experience for him, though, as
the feeling of her soles on his face was also soothing, comforting, and
putting in his mind in a place of paradise. But that sexual feeling was really
starting to catch up to him as he felt like his dick was bigger than it ever
had been.

"Drop your pants," she said to him. "I'll give you a foot job."

He had never heard of that before but it sounded like the best thing in the
world right about then so without any question he pulled down his pants and
his boxer shorts for the woman. He looked down at his rock hard cock that was
twitching and then looked at the smile on her face before he looked at those
two wonderful feet that were coming towards it.

She took the arches of her feet, hugged his dick with them, and then started
squeezing them around tighter. She started jerking him off with her feet and
it felt better than any hand doing it, even better than any vagina doing it.
Her feet touching him there just felt so amazing and they were able to squeeze
it tight enough to get a good squeeze but it still lacked some of the
tightness that a hand or a vagina might provide which left him feeling a bit
teased.

Up and down she moved her feet and he could feel the cum inside of his cock
thickening it though he wasn't as close to cumming as he normally would have
been if he was getting a hand job or having sex. Her feet were pleasuring him
just enough so it kept the buildup inside of him but was prolonging his
release.

But as she kept doing it, he felt like he was close to cumming anyway which
was excited him beyond belief. She started to pick it up a little bit as she
tightened her feet around him more and then moved them up and down more
rapidly. He could feel himself about to blow his load, the soles of her feet
controlling him and being the ones that were going to get him to that point.
It made him feel so submissive to her feet and like nothing in the world other
than those feet mattered.

He let out a yelp as a bunch of cum shot out of his cock and she responded by
making his foot job even more rapid. She was squeezing more cum out of him
than he had ever seen as he watched it get all over her hardwood floor, her
not caring about it. His dick was getting weaker and more tender the more she
did it but he felt those dominant, beautiful feet not let up until they got
out every last drop. When he was all done and his dick was close to limp, she
just kept doing it making sure there wasn't anything left.

He watched his dick just flop down when her feet finally let go of it. He lay
on this woman's floor with his pants down, his dick out, and his mess all over
the place. He looked up at her looking so pleased about what she had done.
He'd listen to all of her crazy conspiracy theories as much as she wanted if
it meant she would do this for him again.

"Paper towels are up on the counter for you to clean that up," she said to him
with a smile.

After he cleaned up the mess he had a seat next to her on the couch. He moved
in to kiss her on the lips. She smiled but looked a bit uncomfortable as she
turned her head so he just ended up giving her a peck on the cheek. What was
she doing? Would she have preferred that he just say 'Oh, thanks for the foot
job, can you give me a ride back to my car now that we're done?' He couldn't
figure women out.

"So you want to hang out sometime?" he said. "I had a great time tonight but
I'm sure we could both also have a good time hanging out and doing something
other than talking about politics."

She looked at him. "What you are trying to do now is very sweet," she said.
"But it's not necessary. I'm actually gay and I have a girlfriend." She didn't
look surprised at his look of shock and she even looked a bit amused by it.

"But ... " he said and as he pointed to the floor where she had taken care of
him he couldn't think of what else to say.

"I just did that for you," she said. "I personally didn't get any pleasure out
of it, other than being happy how successfully it changed you from looking
like a zombie to looking like some relaxed smooth dude."

"Alright," he said. "Gotta admit, I'm still surprised though. Most gay people
- I mean I know I shouldn't stereotype ... " He started to feel nervous again.
He didn't want to get on her bad side after they had gotten along so well,
especially since knowing she had that piece on her made him fear her.

"They're democrats, I know," she said, taking away any nervousness he felt
with the comfortable way that she said it. "Believe me, it is not easy living
like this. I have to be very careful who I share my views with so I don't have
every democrat, especially the gays and the women, treating me like I'm an
evil traitor. I ... "

The pounding Paul heard on Ellen's door that cut her off almost sent him right
back into shock as it was so incredibly loud and he was not ready to hear a
violent sounding noise after what he had been though that evening. Ellen
looked unpleasantly startled too which didn't help matters.

"Ellen, you in there??" he heard a female voice that sounded pretty but also
loud and angry on the other end of the door. "Open up, I saw your car. I've
called and texted you fifty times tonight. What's going on??" There was more
loud pounding. Angry sounding noise was something that always made Paul feel
afraid and that was especially the case on this night.

"Oh Jesus," Ellen said in a whisper. "That's my girlfriend."

"Is it a big deal?" he whispered back. "Just tell her we met up to talk about
the videos you showed me. She knows you like girls."

"Yeah, it's not that simple," Ellen said as Paul heard more pounding on the
door and more angry sounding yelling of Ellen's name. "No one's going to be
happy seeing their girlfriend alone in her apartment with another guy, not
even a girl. And if you can't tell, she is scary when she's mad."

"Alright well there's two of us here. We can explain to her why we met up and
I'll stick around with you and make sure everything looks cool before I leave.
Don't worry, I'll make sure you're OK." He put his hand on her shoulder and
she pulled her shoulder away.

"You can't protect me from her. You needed me to protect you from Grace. My
girlfriend's ten times tougher than Grace is. She's like six feet tall and
she's a bodybuilder. She's also only 25 so she's in her physical prime. She
could pick Grace up with one hand and launch her across the room out that
window over there. She's going to rip the two of us apart if she sees you in
here, I am not joking. And she's like a mind reader when she's talking to
people, she's going to know something just happened, no matter what we tell
her." Ellen looked terrified which was quickly rubbing off on him considering
how cool and calm she had acted back in the parking lot when he was fighting
with Grace.

"Ellen, open up the damn door!" the girlfriend was now shouting as she kept
managing to pound on it even louder. "I hear something going on in there so I
know you're in there. I'm not mad yet but I'm about to be!!'

"You got your gun, right?" Paul said, not being able to hide his fear as he
spoke.

"I'm not pulling a gun on my girlfriend!" she said with a loud whisper.

"Alright Ellen, you're worrying me now!" the girlfriend yelled. "Looks like
I'm going to have to get in there on my own and make sure everything's all
right. When I kick the door down, just know I had to do it!"

She kicked the door hard enough where it felt like it shook the entire
apartment. It sounded like just a few kicks from this woman could take that
door right down. Paul cringed thinking about taking one of those kicks from
her himself. She did it again. He looked over at the window. He had seen the
third story windows from the outside and they had sure looked high but he
thought, maybe ...

"No way," Ellen whispered, knowing exactly what he was thinking. "It's way too
high and the window is so small you wouldn't even be able to get good
positioning going out for a smooth jump. You'd break your neck."

The door got kicked again and it sounded like it was about to come down. Ellen
pointed at a door that he wasn't sure if it led to a closet or a bedroom. She
looked at him intensely and said: "Hide!"

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