Mother's Day
By A.J. Brown
A battle of pro-life vs. pro-choice


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Keenan looked at all of the people that had shown up for his march and he
couldn't help but be proud of himself. The 30-year-old, preppy guy, had plenty
of money since he was now running his father's business. But what really made
him feel good was making a difference - and he really felt like he was doing
that with the pro-life group that he had gotten started.

Both of Keenan's parents were Republicans. He respected his parents and
followed in their footsteps with their views. But being pro-life was the one
that really hit home with him. He remembered his buddy knocked up some girl
that they were friends with a few years earlier and that was when he really
began feeling strongly about the issue.

His friend's name was Max, and Max and a girl, Chloe that they knew, hooked up
one night. When they found out Chloe was pregnant, Max and Chloe didn't think
twice about the abortion, they just went ahead with it. Though Keenan
understood that it would have been tough for Chloe and Max to have a baby
together when they weren't even dating, he was in disbelief how they were able
just to destroy the baby for that reason, without thinking twice about it.
They both had good jobs and could have afforded it.

So it was after that that Keenan began fighting for abortions to be made
illegal, with the exceptions of cases of rape, incest, or protecting the life
of the mother. He looked back at the group of people, his followers, who he
had gotten to march with him that day. There were over 200 people there who
were excited and ready to support the cause. He couldn't even keep track of
everyone who was there, there were so many of them in the large group. And
they were marching on what Keenan thought was the best day of the year for a
march like this - Mother's Day.

There was only one thing, or actually one person, that could have put any kind
of a damper on the Mother's Day march. That person was Jennifer Ryan - a
26-year-old woman who was the president of the local feminist chapter.
Jennifer was a hardcore Democrat, and being a feminist, women's rights was
number one on her agenda. And one thing that Jennifer was extremely passionate
about - her body, her choice.

A couple of months earlier, Jennifer had orchestrated a rally of her own,
supporting pro-choice and a woman's right to choose. Keenan wasn't quite sure
why she spent the time to do so, as with abortions already legal, he didn't
know what she was trying to gain by the whole ordeal.

Nonetheless, he thought it would be a good idea to counter her rally by
bringing some of his own followers downtown to where her rally was being held
and causing a bit of a disruption. It started with both sides yelling in their
faces, turned into some shoving and objects being thrown, and then ended up
being all-out violence, with multiple fights breaking out among the two
groups.

Jennifer knew who Keenan was and made sure to track him down once the chaos
started that day. She was a thin woman, standing at about 5'7 and probably
weighing less than 140 pounds, though she did have thick legs for an otherwise
thin woman. The preppy Keenan stood at 5'10 and weighed about 190 pounds.

Once things got rowdy enough where any one of act of violence by anyone wasn't
going to be noticed, Jennifer joined in on it. After some more arguing between
her and Keenan had ensued, she wound back and she punched him right in the
face. Her fist connected right with the center of his cheek and it hurt far
more than he ever though a punch from a woman would have.

Keenan, a religious, respectful man liked to think that he was a gentleman and
that he never would have raised a hand to a woman. But feeling the pain of
that punch, from this woman who was there interrupting his cause, thinking it
was OK just to destroy an innocent living thing as a matter of convenience,
thinking that she could just punch him in public and get away with it, set him
off.

He threw a punch right back at her, aiming for her nose, but rather than
eating the punch like he figured she was going to, she got in a stance where
she was completed prepared for it, and moved her head backwards. All he ended
up doing was grazing her chin with his knuckles.

Cracking a bit of a smile on her face, like his punch had indicated to her
that she was not fighting someone who was very tough, Jennifer prepared to
throw another punch. Keenan tried to defend against this was but she was so
quick. Her fist connected with the side of his mouth and the punch was hard
enough that it almost knocked him over.

He was preparing to strike back but was a bit woozy from already taking two of
her punches. There was no way he could have been prepared for what happened
next. Jennifer jumped in the air, did a spinning kick in the air, and at the
end of it her foot connected right with the side of his head and knocked him
over. Once he was down she kicked him in the leg then kicked him a few more
times.

Had Keenan had any idea before that day that Jennifer had actually been
studying martial arts for the previous eight years and had a black belt in
karate then he almost definitely would have made sure to avoid a physical
fight with her. But he had only learned of all of this after the fact. After
she had beaten the shit out of him right there at his own rally.

A black eye, a limp that he didn't get over for weeks, and just various
bruises all over his body, made Keenan think he had plenty of evidence to file
an assault charge against Jennifer. If criminal charges against her would
finally shut her up, he would have been happy to be the one to take the
beating for the cause.

But when he tried to file the charges, things didn't go the way that he had
expected them to. There were plenty of fights that had broken out at that
even, and although no one had been beaten as badly as Keenan had been, it had
been looked at as just a chaotic event where it was impossible to assign any
blame.

There was so much going on at that point that even though a lot of Keenan's
followers had been with him there protesting, not all of them realized the
beating that he took from Jennifer. The ones that did, didn't seem to lose any
respect for him, just seeming to think he was being respectful any not wanting
to get too violent with a woman.

The truth was that he tried his hardest to defend himself and fight back but
she was just way too tough for him. He still didn't want there to be another
incident with her, knowing that if something like that were to happen again,
those who he led may lose faith that he was the strongest one to support their
cause, and some might even stray from the cause altogether.

Luckily for this Mother's Day march that Keenan had orchestrated, there were
plenty of police officers there, not wanting the same kind of violent outbreak
that happened at the rally Jennifer led, to happen again. As they got prepared
to get going, Keenan looked around at all of the protection his group had. He
was really excited about making this an important day.

Ed was a 21-year-old college junior who was also happy to be at the march. He
had been a pro-choicer for most of his life. His main argument for that was
'What if the woman gets raped? That is unfair to force her to have the baby.'
But then he came across Keenan's website.

The three exceptions that Keenan had on there for when he thought abortion
should be legal - rape, incest, and to protect the life of the mother. Ed
thought that made a lot of sense. Because in any other circumstance other than
those three, he thought abortion was just people that didn't want to take
responsibility for their actions. He liked the rest of what Keenan said,
followed him on Facebook, and became a supporter of Keenan's agenda.

Ed was still a 21-year-old single guy and the number one thing that was on his
mind was getting laid. Normally on a Sunday morning he'd be sleeping over a
hangover after being out the night before trying to pick up chicks, and he
certainly wouldn't be outside at some rally.

Of course, that was part of his motivation for coming out to the rally. Even
though most of the people he knew in his age group were pro-choicers, he
figured there would be some pro-life girls his age that would show up to the
event. And since most guys his age didn't hold that view, maybe he'd be one of
the younger guys there and would be able to distinguish himself that way. He
was passionate about the cause but he definitely had some other motives for
being there as well.

Initially, when they were all out there together and ready to get their march
going, and they were casually talking to and getting to know each other, Ed
saw some good looking girls there and felt good about his prospects. There
weren't that many but there weren't many guys his age there either so he
thought his odds looked pretty good.

The first girl he talked to was a girl named Rose. She was dressed well,
looking elegant, was well spoken, and she was just overall very beautiful. She
was 21-years-old and about to graduate college. She had a good sense of humor
and she and Ed seemed to really be getting along. So it didn't make him happy
when she told him that she was going to be getting married in a few months. He
overheard her talking to someone else when they were done talking and she
seemed to be a religious type.

He ended up talking to another girl, also very well-dressed, well spoken, and
attractive. There were definitely some good looking girls that wanted to
support the pro-life movement. This girl's name was Betsy and she got along
well with Ed as well. But she quickly started talking about how religious she
was and how she was 'obviously' going to wait until marriage to have sex
because not doing so would be wrong. That was all Ed needed to hear to know
that this wasn't going to be a girl that he would be pursuing. He wondered if
Rose was also a religious version and that was why she was getting married so
young just so she could finally had sex - he supposed that made sense.

Before Ed got a chance to scope out any of the chicks that were there, Keenan
stood up in front of everyone to address the group. The guy was charismatic
and he was certainly making everyone feel appreciated for being there and he
did a good job reiterating that they were there for a great cause, adding by
saying how confident he was that the statement they were making was going to
pay off in the form of saving 'millions of lives'.

So the march began and Ed really felt great about what he was doing. He
quickly forgot about the fact that he probably wasn't going to meet any girls
that day and just walked with everyone else, doing some chanting of his own,
and kind of wishing he had brought a sign like a lot of them did. Once their
march got going he really started to feel good that he was supporting a great
cause and was happy that he came.

As they marched down the road Ed looked around and saw that this rally had
drawn quite the outside crowd. There were plenty of pro-choice people on the
sidelines which were blocked off by rope, mainly women, holding signs
themselves supporting pro-choice, and yelling chants back at the marchers.

While his group was most definitely passionate, some of these pro-choice women
had looks of sheer hatred in their eyes. He respected that they had a
different point of view on the matter, especially since he used to agree with
them himself, but he just didn't understand why they looked so angry and
hateful towards his group. Couldn't they at least respect that the marchers
just believed that life began at conception and at least agree they were
coming from a good place?

Seeing some of the pro-choicers with their anger, their yelling, and their
signs upset him, but he was glad to see that there were plenty of people on
the other side of the ropes that were supporting the marchers. People that
clearly agreed with them but just weren't a part of Keenan's following yet.

"Protect the lives of babies!" Ed then heard an extremely loud female voice
yell next right next to him, close enough to sound like it was part of the
marching group, but a voice that he didn't recognize. "Protect the lives of
all! Shut down Planned Parenthood and make sure those monsters never mutilate
another human life again! All of these baby killers should be imprisoned!!"

Ed looked to see who was screaming this and it was a girl that was a part of
the marching group that he either hadn't noticed yet or just joined in
recently after the march had started. He guessed it was the latter because if
this girl had been there the entire time he definitely would have noticed her.

She was a thin, blond-haired woman that stood at about 5'7, looking to be in
her mid-twenties. She wasn't the best looking girl there, in fact she wasn't
even close. She had extremely fair skin and with the sun getting stronger he
could see lots of freckles on her. He hoped that she had sunscreen on or she
was going to fry like a lobster out there.

The reason he knew he would have noticed her earlier had she been there
earlier was that she was really dressed slutty. She had on a skimpy tank-top
that was loose and even though she had extremely small tits, he could tell
that she didn't have a bra on. He could almost see them down the front of her
shirt.

She wore a short skirt and high heels with no socks on or anything so he could
see her dry, rugged looking feet. She was dressed more like a stripper than
someone protesting abortion. He hated to think it but she looked like the type
that would go out there and get herself knocked up, then abort because she
didn't look like the type that could take care of a child.

He didn't know why she would wear heels to a march and he figured her feet
were going to be hurting her soon if they weren't already. If she often wore
heels to events like this, he could see why they looked so rugged. Her face
wasn't nearly as pretty as the Bible-girls he had spoken to, she had rugged
feet, no tits, and pale skin - but she was dressed slutty, and he was a
20-year-old guy whose first priority was getting laid, so he did feel horny
looking at her.

"Life begins at conception!" the slutty girl yelled right at Ed when she
realized that he was looking at her, and she yelled it with passion, looking
like she was trying to get him as fired up about the whole thing as she was.
"Equal rights for ALL FORMS of life. Down with Planned Parenthood! Down with
the baby killers!!"

"That's right!" Ed yelled and it was the first time since the march started
that he actually yelled something. "Down with Planned Parenthood!"

"Thatta boy!" the slutty girl yelled as she held her hand up to give Ed a
high-five. He held his hand up and she slapped him five so hard that it
actually hurt him. He tried his best not to show that it did.

"Thanks," he said, feeling a bit embarrassed, unsure of exactly how he wanted
to respond. He was clearly not as diehard about this issue as she was but he
respected her passion.

"I'm Jenny," she said and she held out her hand, giving him a handshake that
was a lot firmer than he expected from a thin girl. "Glad you could make it
out today. I really want to show these baby killers how evil they are so I
couldn't wait for parade. And to do it on Mother's Day - yeah that'll really
show 'em!"

"I'm Ed," he said. "It's nice to meet you. I just started following Keenan
recently, but ... "

"Go home, you brain-washed hater!" a woman holding a pro-choice sign who was
behind the ropes but leaning over as far as she could yelled right at Jenny.
"You're part of the problem supporting these men that want to control our
bodies!"

"Fuck you, you baby killing piece of crap!!" Jenny yelled back at her with
such volume and hatred in her voice that it made Ed actually feel afraid of
her. It scared him just being next to her yelling like that at someone else so
he couldn't imagine if she had yelled at him like that. "I'm here to stop
murderers like you so get the fuck out of here!"

Ed wished that Jenny hadn't done that. He believe it the cause and was glad to
see so many people out there supporting it. But the pro-choicers that were out
there against them had their right to free speech too. He didn't think that
yelling back at them and calling them murderers was any kind of solution to
the problem. He once thought like they did and it wasn't like they weren't
coming from a good place too. But he definitely wasn't going to say any of
that to Jenny.

"Murderers, that's exactly what they are," Jenny said to Ed as she looked
forward again and continued to march, Ed just thinking about how extreme she
was and the more she talked like that, the more he wanted to side with the
woman that had yelled at her. "Cold-blooded murderers. You actually look
younger than most of the people out here protesting. Most people your age are
in that brainwashed millennial group that thinks it's OK to kill innocent
babies. How old are you, anyway?"

Ed was watching her talk and her lips were jittery as she talked. Even after
she was done talking her lips were still jittery. He thought she must have
drank a couple of energy drinks before she came out to march. Or maybe she was
on some kind of antidepressant or something. He knew someone else once who
took those and that person was always jittery.

"I'm 21."

"Really??" she said and she excitedly grabbed his arm which turned him on - it
didn't take much. "That's awesome that you're out here protesting with us and
that you understand. I think that's awesome that you get it - it's pretty hot
too." She grabbed his arm tighter and then she looked him directly in the
eyes. She then pulled him closer to her so she could talk to him without
anyone else nearby hearing. "One thing I know about guys your age too is that
they are a great fuck. I'm 26 and even guys around my age can't fuck like they
used to. I haven't had a good college guy in a while. My office for work is
nearby and I got the keys to it. Wanna ditch this thing and go do it?

"Heh," he chuckled uncomfortably. "How about we wait until after the march?"
The look on her jittery face quickly turned from excited to angry. He
certainly didn't want her feeling angry towards him after the way he saw her
treat that last woman - plus he didn't want to blow his chance.

"A sexy woman is here and she wants to have sex with you and you're worried
about some stupid march?? Haven't you learned yet that when a woman tells you
she is horny that you take the opportunity when it's there? It's now or never!
It's not like anyone is going to notice that we left. They have a long walk
ahead and we'll probably be back before the thing is done. I'm not looking for
some romantic morning, I just want to get laid real quick and then we'll be
back."

Ed took a quick look around at all of the people. He did want to be a part of
this but the fact of the matter was that his primary motivation for coming to
the even was to meet chicks. That opportunity was now there and he knew that
if he passed it up for this march, that Jenny correctly told him that it
wouldn't be noticed if he left, then he'd regret that for quite some time.

"Alright," he said and her intense face looked excited again. "Let's go."

She tightly grabbed his wrist and pulled him away. He went along with her as
she moved fast, seeming very eager. It was true that no one was noticing their
departure at all. There was just too much going on and both sides were too
busy worried about making their own noise and yelling at anyone who was
challenging it, to realize anyone that was trying to get away from it.

It wasn't long before she had pulled him away from the crowd completely and
now they were just walking away from the crowd and noise that was all behind
them. As he felt her hand grabbing his wrist and watched her walk ahead of him
as she pulled him along, he started to think it was awkward that they weren't
talking. He also figured he should at least try and get to know her a little
bit.

"So what do you do?" he said. She abruptly stopped in her tracks when he asked
that then turned to him and gave him a look like it was the stupidest question
he could have asked.

"What do I DO? I give a really good blowjob, that's what I do. You're about to
find out how good."

She then cracked a bit of a smile, winked at him, then turned around and
started pulling him along again. Based on talking to her he figured that she
wasn't anything more than a receptionist or someone just pushing papers at an
office. He figured someone like that wouldn't be too interested in discussing
her profession anyway and that it was probably better he just not try and
small talk and give this horny girl what she wanted. Her last comment made him
even more excited about that happening. He just hoped that no big time CEO or
someone was going to walk in on them and have them both arrested for having
sex in his building. But Ed wouldn't imagine Jenny would do anything that
would put her at risk of losing her job, even if she didn't seem like the
brightest fish in the sea.

He watched her continue to walk along with him and he was impressed at how
fast she was able to move wearing those heels. He wondered if maybe she had
danced on some poles wearing those heels and that was why she was so agile in
them. Strippers normally didn't have small boobs like she did but he had seen
uglier strippers before.

She was in a hurry and she sure seemed eager to have sex. If all older women
like her were this horny then he was going to have to stop wasting time at
college parties and just start hanging out at bars where older women hung out.
He was so excited about getting into this office of hers that he wasn't paying
much attention to where they were going. She led him to the side of an office
building so he never got a chance to see what kind of business it was. She
opened a side door with a key and let him inside.

She led him up a flight of stairs and into an office. It was a big office and
he wondered if this was the office of her boss or at least one of the
higher-ups at the company. He couldn't imagine this airhead worked in a big
office like this. Once they got inside, she quickly shut the office door and
was standing between him and the door.

He looked around at the walls. There were lots of pictures on the walls and
most of them were of female politicians, a few photos of the most recent
female presidential candidate. That woman most certainly opposed abortion
which made him think they weren't in Jenny's office. If they were, then he was
even more confused about her views, but there were plenty of people that had
views that he couldn't figure out.

He watched her kick her shoes off and he got excited - she was not wasting any
time getting undressed. He moved in to try and kiss her and she put her hands
on his shoulders to stop him. He didn't like the sudden hesitation but of
course he had to be a gentleman.

"So what happens?" she said. "If we have sex and you get me pregnant. Are you
going to tell me that I'm a baby killer if I have an abortion? And if I don't
have an abortion, are you going to love me for the rest of our lives, drop out
of college, and emotionally and financially support me while I raise this
baby? Will you do that?"

He actually did think that she had asked some good questions for him to
ponder. But at that moment, his dick was super hard thinking he was going to
have sex, and he didn't have any answers for her. The only answer he was
pretty sure of was that she was a pro-choicer that had just lured him away
from the march. He wanted to confirm to be sure, though.

"I take it you don't really want to bang," he said, not thinking much about
his words.

Jenny wound back her arm and then she punched him right in the face, sending
him back a few steps. He had seen women hit men in the face on TV, a couple of
times even in real life, normally with a slap, but sometimes with a punch. All
of the times he had seen that happen, the guy took the hit, just looking
annoyed, but not actually looking like it really hurt them.

Either those guys were able to take pain a lot better than Ed was or Jenny hit
a lot harder than the average female. He had never been punched in the face at
all in his adult life and it really hurt. He felt pain shoot throughout his
face, his eyes watering up, and he even felt a bit woozy like he may fall
over. When his vision cleared up and he could look straight ahead, he looked
at Jenny.

Maybe it was because he was a bit messed up from the punch to the face that he
just took, but the expression that he now saw on Jenny's face, looking at him
seriously like she was above him and better than he was, changed his
impression of her. Instead of looking like a slutty, unintelligent woman, she
now looked to him like a smart, confident woman that had a calculated agenda
on her mind.

"My name is Jennifer Ryan," she said to him, her speech just sounding more
articulate and intelligent than it had up to that point. "I'm the president of
the local Feminist Chapter. I'm going to give you a little lesson on
respecting women, their rights, and their bodies."

"I don't listen to anyone that sucker punches me in the face. Please move out
of my way. If you try and hit me again I WILL hit you back." He tried to walk
past her but she stood in front of him and actually grabbed him at the
shoulders, quickly starting to seem worked up again like she did back at the
march.

"I'm not getting out of your way," she said. "I'm not letting you go back down
there to join your group of women-haters. I'll tell you what though. I'll give
you one free shot. Go ahead - punch me in the face. If you can knock me over
you can go back out there and yell with all of your women-hating friends all
you want. Come on - do it!"

She was really getting riled up and speaking in that jittery way again. That
aggravated him and being called a woman-hater really aggravated him. He prided
himself on being a gentleman but hearing her call him that and watching her
lips and teeth jitter so anxiously as she waited for what he was going to do,
put him over the edge.

He wound his arm back and threw a punch right at her face. With speed and
skill that the average citizen didn't have, she raised her arm up and easily
used it to block his arm so he couldn't connect with the punch. Her forearm
connecting with his was painful for him.

Showing more of her impressive speed, she punched him in the face again, this
was really hurting and shaking him up. Next thing he knew, she had her left
hand on his throat, digging her fingers into his Adam's apple. He started
backpedaling just to prevent her from really getting the choke in and he
almost fell backwards.

Just when he thought he was going to fall, he felt his back and the back of
his head slam up against the wall, having that backboard really allowing her
to start choking him good. He grabbed her forearm with both of his hands
trying his best to pull it off of his throat as he was sweating and felt his
face getting extremely red, while he tried to breathe as much as he could. Her
skinny arm felt a lot stronger than it looked and he could not move it away.
He could just watch that intense look on her face as she choked him harder.

"Who do you think you are to try and control women's bodies?" she said as she
choked more, looking like she was completely content to knock him out.
Fighting her wasn't doing any good and all he could do was stand there and
take it. "I'm going to see how you like when I control your body by beating
the shit out of you. I trained hard and got my black belt so I could keep
sexist pigs like you from causing trouble. You are so done."

As she pushed her left hand into his throat even more, she wound her right arm
back, and then punched him in the face again. Right after connecting, she
already had her arm wound back again, and she delivered another hard punch to
his face. She just held his throat and kept punching him in the face over and
over. As painful as it was, after he lost count of how many times he had been
punched, his head actually started to feel numb and it was hurting less. Part
of that could have been that he was punch drunk, but it still lessened the
suffering either way. He figured she had to tire out soon enough.

She finally let go of his neck and he started to take a deep breath, feeling
the scratchiness in his throat when he did. Jennifer took a couple of steps
back, lifted her leg, and then delivered a side kick, the bottom of her bare
foot connecting right with the center of his stomach, a kick that he didn't
have a chance of trying to defend against.

Being punched was painful but he had never experienced anything nearly as bad
as that kick to the stomach had been for him. The first thing he felt was pain
starting in his stomach, that rapidly shot throughout his entire body, pain
that he had never felt before. It felt as if she had done some serious damage
to his insides with the kick. It was the first time he ever was hit to the
point where it felt like his body was damaged. He started to feel like he was
going to vomit but as he tried taking in a breath he realized he couldn't get
any air in at all. That was when he fell right to the ground. He lay there at
Jennifer's bare feet, still in serious pain, finally just starting to get a
little bit of a breath in. He looked up at Jennifer who was looking down at
him with a stern look on her face.

"You know what happens when you make abortion illegal?" she said. "Women have
no choice but to get illegal abortions. You know how painful it is to get an
illegal abortion in some alley? It feels like this."

Ed was in such rough shape after that first kick that he could that he didn't
even consider that she would kick him again as he figured that was now putting
at life at risk and that she had to know that. But either she didn't think
about that or she just didn't care as she lifted her leg and brought her foot
down right on the center of his stomach.

The pain initially felt worse and he thought he was going to pass out for sure
but right before it seemed like it was definitely going to happen, he stayed
conscious. He just lay there in that state where he was barely able to
breathe, the pain still awful but his body somewhat feeling like it was at
least getting used to it. It wasn't that it was getting any less painful but
he could deal with it a bit better just because at least it wasn't getting
worse. What was worse was that his ribs and the rest of his insides felt like
they had taken such a pounding that they wouldn't be able to work properly.

He felt like he was going to vomit again, this time the feeling being stronger
than it was when he felt it still standing on his feet. It came up and he
puked blood all over the floor. He looked at the mess on the floor. It
actually didn't resemble vomit in the least, just pure blood, like he didn't
actually throw up, but his insides were bleeding so badly that a bunch of
blood just came up his esophagus and out his mouth.

"See that blood?" he heard her say. "That's nothing compared to the amount of
blood that a woman that has an illegal abortion has to deal with. And the pain
they feel is much worse too. You want to force women to have illegal abortions
you piece of shit!! I'm going to show you exactly how it feels for them."

She lifted her leg high, her face red with anger, as she brought her foot down
on his stomach again. It almost felt like it was slow motion at that point,
feeling that foot backed from that powerful kick of hers, just crush his
insides. He didn't know how he was conscious still, the pain getting so bad he
was started to get confused as to what was going on. She lifted up her leg and
kicked him in the stomach hard again, Ed now not able to get even a little bit
of air in, and in too much pain to try. He watched her bring her leg up for
another kick but that was the last thing he saw before he woke up in an
ambulance.

Keenan had a big smile on his face as the march was getting towards the end of
it route. It couldn't have gone better. The turnout for people that came to
march was even better than he expected it to be and he really felt good about
the support. There were plenty of pro-choice people that were on the sidelines
looking angry as could be and Keenan loved it. If that many of those people
were bothered by the march then it was worth it.

The cops were there to make sure things didn't get out of control so those
people couldn't do a thing other than yell and bitch. Seeing how angry they
were and how ridiculous some of the things they were saying and how ridiculous
some of the signs they were holding up were - the ones calling them women
haters when at least a third of the marchers were women were the ones he
thought were especially ridiculous - made him feel like his followers and even
people that were unsure on the issue were seeing how illogical these
pro-choice people were and would support Keenan even more or even do so for
the first time.

He looked ahead at their finish. There were some tents set up with
refreshments there for everyone who marched to hang out a bit and get to know
each other better. The group was still loud and passionately yelling, Keenan
happy they were all so into it, and he was looking forward to everyone
socializing a bit.

Behind the tent and refreshments was a grassy hill. Keenan looked to the top
of the hill and saw that someone was dancing on it. The person dancing was
dancing foolishly with no rhythm and wearing a clown mask making them
unidentifiable. But then he looked at the body of this person. This person was
a woman dressed absolutely ridiculous and not just because of the clown mask.
She wore a white tank-top, just a pair of red and white polka-dotted boxer
shorts and had colorful socks that didn't match, pulled halfway up her thick
legs. She also wore white tennis shoes. He looked at her awful dancing,
jerking her arms around, and shaking her flat butt.

He knew immediately by looking at those skinny feminine arms and her thick,
strong legs that it was Jennifer Ryan wearing that mask. He watched her
continue to dance ridiculously and it wasn't just his attention that she had
gotten. His large crowd of marchers were starting to quiet down as they
noticed her. He heard some of them talking about her and a lot of them were
laughing.

Most of them were laughing at her and not with her but Keenan still didn't
like that. Her goal was to take attention from his march and that was exactly
what she was doing. He should have known that the march wouldn't have gone
smoothly without any kind of intervention from her. Of course she had to pop
up right at the end of it. He didn't know exactly what she had in mind but he
could feel his stress level starting to rise.

As they got even closer to the end, he looked at her bend over and it looked
like she was reaching for something on the other side of the hill. She
struggled a bit when she grabbed it and then he watched her roll the
human-sized thing down the hill. As he watched it roll down the hill he became
afraid as it looked as it was, indeed, a human.

He abandoned his group immediately and sprinted towards the bottom of the hill
to see exactly what, or who, it was. Lots of other people from his group
followed him and plenty of people from the sidelines did as well. Whatever
this was had completely killed the end of the march. There were plenty of cops
around at the main part of the march but he looked around now and didn't see
any nearby. They seemed to all have been hanging out more near the beginning
and the middle of the route, thinking things would be OK near the end.

Keenan was in front of everyone, running as fast as he could to get closer. He
saw, what was definitely a human body, now lying at the bottom of the hill. It
was a male body that had been stripped down to his boxer shorts, was clearly
not conscious, and he looked badly beaten, with blood all over his stomach and
chest. As he got closer he could feel his stress turning to fear.

Keenan got down on his knees next to the body and when he looked at the
bruised and bloody face of the guy, his stomach dropped. It was Ed. Keenan
really liked Ed as he was young for a pro-lifer, but really believed in it,
and Keenan just thought the kid had a ton of potential as someone who would
fight hard for the cause as he got older.

Keenan looked at Ed's face with a black eye, bruised in other spots, and blood
all over it. He was completely out cold and Keenan felt his eyes water up as
he looked at him. He felt Ed's heart and was relieved that it was at least
beating. He looked at the blood that was on Ed's chest and belly. It wasn't
just blood. The blood was written into words that read - "K. - COME SEE ME
ALONE - NOW"

Keenan looked up to the top of the hill. Jennifer was not there and he was
sure she was long gone. Everyone had been so distracted looking at Ed rolling
down the hill that they weren't paying attention to the nut job in the clown
mask and boxer shorts at the top of it and she had plenty of time to get out
of there. Keenan despised her but she knew that she was no dummy and that she
was long gone. Keenan could hear ambulance sirens coming close. He looked
behind him to see a couple of cops coming but they were clearly just arriving
and didn't have a chance of catching up to Jennifer. And Keenan knew Ed's
personality. He was a great kid but he had an ego and there was no way that he
was going to admit that a skinny woman beat the shit out of him. If she had
that clown mask the entire time, Ed wouldn't be able to identify her better
than anyone else that was out there anyway.

"Get out of the way!" Keenan heard one of the cops yell to him and anyone that
was near Ed once they saw how serious the situation was. "Everyone, get out of
the way, NOW!"

Keenan moved out of the way, feeling awful as it sunk it what had happened. He
watched ambulances move in and just watched all of the commotion. The
pro-lifers and the pro-choicers, for that moment, didn't seem to be arguing
anymore as they were talking amongst each other trying to make sense of what
had happened. However Jennifer had lured Ed to her, she did so discreetly and
no one had any idea what had caused a guy to be beaten the way he was. But
Keenan knew. He felt like the whole thing was hit fault and he was going to
have to go talk to Jennifer.

As he saw the ambulances driving away, he felt so much guilt that he didn't
consider trying to bring police or anyone with him to go meet her at her
office, where he assumed that she wanted her to meet him - without a spot
specified, that was all that made sense. He immediately walked over to the
building and approached it all by himself. Jennifer buzzed him in the main
door and it locked behind him once he walked in. He knocked on the door to her
office, his hands shaking as he did. He thought about the beating that Ed had
taken. Why was he coming to Jennifer's office to meet her by himself? He
wanted to support his people but it was starting to sink in that he had made a
bad decision. The door opened and there she stood.

"Why hello!" she said, speaking friendly with a smile on her face. "Come on
in!"

There was no turning back now. She led him in the office, closed the door
behind him once they were both inside, and locked it. She had certainly gotten
dressed quickly since being on that hill. Her long blond hair was tied above
her head in a bun. She wore a green button-up business shirt with black dress
pants and heels on. She even wore a nerdy looking pair of glasses. She
definitely didn't look like anyone that had just been in a fight and if Keenan
had decided to bring the cops with him, they would have laughed at the idea
that she had been the one that had beaten up Ed.

"Like my door?" she said. "It's soundproof just like the walls are. I suppose
it's not necessary for me to make you strip down to see if you're wearing a
wire. They wouldn't have a wire on you for something like this and it's
certainly not something they'd be able to set up this quickly. That's one of
the reasons I told you that I wanted to see you immediately. I am going to
haJacve to just check your pockets for a recorder, though. I doubt you would
have had time to get one but it's still something I need to do."

She smiled at him and then patted around his pockets, her hands coming very
close to his dick. He couldn't imagine how she'd react if a man was touching
her like that. She stopped doing it once she was satisfied. He just wanted to
go deal with the situation and hadn't thought about a wire, tape recorder, or
any of that. Jennifer was always thinking one step ahead, though. She walked
over behind her desk and started to pour herself a cup of tea. He looked
around to see if there was any traces of blood in the office. If this was
where Jennifer had beaten Ed up, she had done a good job of cleaning it up.

"Have a seat," she said to him as she poured the tea, him feeling himself get
more nervous.

He didn't buy her welcoming act for a second and as he thought more about the
soundproof door and walls he became more afraid. At any point she could just
beat the shit out of him like she did to Ed and even someone walking by
wouldn't have heard. He considered just making a run for it but with the door
locked he wouldn't have gotten away.

"Care for a cup of tea?" she said when she was finished pouring her cup and
she turned to face him.

"Yeah right!" he said and he wished he hadn't phrased his decline that way.
She smiled a bit at his response and had a seat on her side of the desk.

"What, you seriously think I would poison you?? It's your type that likes to
hurt other people with all of your guns and everything. I would never hurt
someone simply because they disagreed with me." Keenan thought that poor Ed
who was going to spend most of his summer vacation recovering from injuries
would have disagreed with that - but he didn't have the guts to say it.

"Anyway, have a seat," she said. "We can get down to business." He slowly sat
down.

"What do you want?" he said.

"Well - what I'd like is just a chance. A chance to speak to your group of
people. Educate them a little bit. Help them see the other side so they just
don't believe whatever you've gotten them to believe."

"They found me on their own!" He started to stand up aggressively and then
quickly sat down, realizing that wasn't in his best interest. There was so
much more he wanted to respond to that - but he didn't.

"Just get them together once. I just want to speak to them. Introduce me to
them and say you'd like for them to hear what I have to say. You don't have to
say you agree with it or anything like that." Keenan thought - 'how nice of
her!'

"They're not going to want to listen to you," he said. "And I wouldn't feel
right allowing you to speak to them. They follow me for a reason. You have
your side, we have our side. How about we leave it at that?"

She smiled, and tried to stay patient, but he could tell that he had angered
her by saying that. She tried giving the impression that she was this
open-minded, respectful human being. But Keenan knew that was all only as long
as you agreed with her and gave her what she wanted. She abruptly stood up out
of her chair and he flinched. There was nothing he could do. He was always
told that it didn't matter who was stronger but in this case, she was the
stronger one and that meant she'd always ultimately get what she wanted over
him. As she walked towards him he looked at the ground, fearing what she was
going to do.

"So that's how you want it to be?" she said as she poked his chest, no longer
speaking with a friendly tone, a tone he knew was ultimately coming even when
she was speaking kindly to him. "You want to have your side and I have my
side? Sounds like a battle to me. You want to be at battle with me?"

The well-respected man who had so many people that looked up to him and
followed him, hated how afraid she made him feel, but he couldn't help it. He
remembered the beating she had given him when he had shown up at her rally. He
thought about what Ed looked like bloody, bruised, and unconscious. He was all
alone in this office with her and even if she decided not to act right then,
she'd find a way to get him or another one of his people at some point. He
never would have thought she would have found a way to beat one of his people
so badly at a public event with so much law enforcement around. She'd find a
way. She always found a way.

"Maybe we can start battle right now," she said as she poked his chest again,
he looked up at her, but then quickly looked back down. "Or maybe next time
I'll let you watch when I take care of one of your women-hating foll ... "

"Alright!" he snapped at her and he looked back up at her to see that she was
now satisfied again. "I'll let you come ONCE. I'll get them together and you
can say whatever you feel you need to say. But that's it - ONCE!" Her grin got
bigger. He was trying to sound tough but they both knew he wasn't tough at
all. The fact that he was letting her do this showed how weak he was.

Keenan stood at the podium in front of a group of over 100 of his followers
that he had called together for this meeting. At the time, when he was in
Jennifer's office, she had made it seem like this was the right thing to do.
Now that he saw all of those people that believed in him were there looking at
him, he seriously questioned himself. It was too late now - they all had come
out and wanted to see what it was all about.

"I appreciate you all coming out today," Keenan said to the audience, clearly
not speaking with the normal confidence and passion that he did. "We all have
a cause here that we believe strongly in. But we are open-minded people and
even though we always stand behind our beliefs - we are open to hearing the
other side of things too. So I wanted to give the president of the local
feminist chapter the opportunity to speak to all of us so we can fairly have
an understanding of those that believe differently than we do. So let me
introduce to you, Miss Jennifer Ryan!"

There was a very small amount of clapping from the crowd and Keenan got the
feeling that they weren't sure if they were supposed to be clapping or not. He
supposed that he wasn't quite sure what the answer to that was either.
Jennifer wasn't bothered by the lack of enthusiasm for her appearance, though.
She walked out of the podium wearing her black blazer and black pants with a
blue shirt underneath the blazer. She had the nerdy glasses on as well with
her hair up in a bun above her head. She wore a huge smile trying to make
herself look like a friendly good person - a smile that Keenan saw right
through. Her smile looked even faker when she walked right up to Keenan and
gave him an extremely firm handshake.

"Thank you very much everyone!" she said into the microphone, looking at the
audience, with Keenan still standing right next to her. "It's an honor to be
here today and I appreciate you all coming out to hear what I have to say. All
I ask is that you hear me out. I'm here to educate, not change your minds.
Keenan, if you would step aside, please."

He had already 'stepped aside' but Jennifer clearly didn't want him up there
with her, wanting him out in the audience with everyone else. She was smiling
at him and trying to look professional but he could see the threatening look
in her eyes. Once again, he did what she wanted and walked out into the
audience.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Jennifer said and she was already starting to get
fired up. "I know why all of you believe what you do. It's not because you are
bad people or because you have bad values. It's simply a matter of you not
being educated enough about this subject. But there is a deeper issue here.
What the real issue is, is about a woman's right to choose and the government
not being able to tell a woman what she can and can't do with her body!!"

She got louder towards the end of her sentence and even made a fist that
punched the air to show how fired up she was. Keenan couldn't believe that she
was going there already. He figured no one was going to buy into this, but he
looked at the crowd and it looked like there were definitely a few people
whose attention she had caught.

"In absolutely no way, shape, or form am I going to stand up here and say that
you need to believe in abortion!" she continued and she was getting louder and
more passionate the longer that she spoke. "If you don't believe in abortion
it is simple - do not have one! It's a sensitive decision that should be made
between a woman and her doctor. But the government should have nothing to do
with that decision. The only one that should be able to decide what a woman
does with her body is that woman! Our society needs to stop trying to take
control of women and respect women's rights! People that want to outlaw
abortion are not 'pro-life' - they just want another way to control women's
bodies!!!"

Keenan couldn't believe what he was standing there listening to. He doubted
there was one person in his entire group of followers that didn't respect the
rights of women, especially since a good percentage of them were women. And he
was certain that none of their motivations was just to 'control women's
bodies'. That had nothing to do with it. The people in that audience believed
that life begins at conception, that was why they were there and so passionate
about their own belief.

Keenan knew that at conception one had their own unique DNA and parents that
wanted to have their babies treated it as their own child since conception. If
Jennifer was up there providing alternate evidence to that he would have been
interested to hear her side of the story and maybe see that he was missing
something. But as he listened to her talk so passionately up there, her only
agenda was just talking about women's rights and women's bodies, the entire
time. She was distracting this audience from what their whole belief was -
that life began at conception and that therefore abortion was murder. He had
no desire to take away rights from women, he just wanted to protect the lives
of the unborn. It saddened him to see that a lot of the people there were
buying into it. But he looked at the powerful woman up at the podium that had
beaten him up and really beaten Ed up. And just stood there like a coward, too
afraid of her to stop her.

"The Local Feminist Chapter is having a meeting over in the forum of my
building in half an hour," Jennifer said, Keenan being glad that her speech
was finally winding down. "I invite all of you to join. I'd like you to hear
from some women who have had abortions and how they've still lived fulfilling
lives since then, and how their abortion empowered them ... "

Keenan wanted to be sick. She was actually going to have women who had
abortions getting up and speaking about how it was a good thing? He didn't
know how anyone could justify that. Surely no one in the group would follow
her to go listen to people speak about something so awful but Keenan's people
were not going to be happy that he had brought Jennifer here to talk about
this.

"I'm on my way over there right now," Jennifer said. "I encourage all of you
to come follow me now - thank you very much!"

Keenan felt his heart completely melt as he watched and listened to Jennifer
actually get a respectable applause from the crowd. She gave Keenan a smile,
putting on the act like it was just a thanking smile, but he knew that she was
doing it because she was so pleased about what she had accomplished there.

It got worse for Keenan as she started to walk away from the podium - and a
large percentage of the audience started to follow her. All of the people that
were leaving were people that he thought were passionate about the pro-life
movement and all going to be critical pieces in ultimately help the murderous
procedure of abortion become illegal someday.

Although Keenan listened to what Jennifer said and didn't hear her make one
strong argument supporting her cause - she was a very powerful speaker and as
he watched that room clearing out he could tell that she had won over the
majority of the crowd. A frightening thought crossed his mind - that most
people hadn't really made their own strong opinion on this matter and just
followed whoever seemed passionate about it. That saddened him as well. When
Jennifer, and all of those that she had convinced to follow her had left, he
saw that only about 25% of the initial crowd remained in there. Those people
obviously didn't buy into Jennifer's speech - but they knew Keenan was the one
who allowed her to be there. He knew they were never going to respect him
either. He had worked so hard to start his movement, Jennifer challenged it,
and Jennifer had won.

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