Jennifer rescues an old couple from another gang of hoodlums.

Jennifer was happy with the way her life had turned out. She was having a ball teaching the young kids martial arts at her dojo and at the Youth Center. She liked her job as a secretary because it gave her the feeling of being useful and productive. And she could kick her shoes off while at her desk, until it was absolutely necessary that she wear them. That was an added bonus because she loved going barefoot.

She was even becoming romantically involved with the man who ran the Youth Center. Jake Jackson was a gentle and caring man, and worked wonders with the underprivileged kids. She had been frightened at the thought of being intimate with a man, because of the attack she had experienced when she was fifteen. After that fatal day, her life had revolved around Tai Kwon Do. She hadn't had the time or desire to be with a man since. But she was twenty five now and much more mature.

And Jake was the sort of a man that seemed to put you at ease. He was easy to talk to and fun to be with. He was just an all around sweetheart of a guy, so Jennifer had let her guard down. She was very glad that she did. Jake had done some boxing while in College, and was still interested in the sport. He had asked Jennifer if she would like to go to a fight with him sometime, and she surprised herself by saying yes. Then to return the favor, she invited him to accompany her to a martial arts demonstration and he agreed to go. They began seeing each other quite a bit after that, and things were going well.

But she was still worried about what would happen if they got to close to each other. How would she act the first time an intimate moment looked like it was going to lead to sex. Would she be willing, or would she be afraid. Could she have sex with a caring and gentle man and enjoy it. Or would her mind stray to that horrifying night when she was raped at fifteen. She just didn't know, and it scared her.

That Friday night, she found out. Things had gone well all week with the kids, and she had received a substantial raise at her job that morning. She was in a very good mood that day. Jake took her dancing, and they had a wonderful dinner to celebrate. She was having so much fun, she didn't realise how many glasses of wine she had consumed. When he took her home, she asked him in for coffee and he accepted.

They were laughing together and she was feeling a little giddy. Jake didn't know about her being raped as a teen. As she was returning from the kitchen after putting on the coffee, he was coming out of the bathroom. Just as he opened the door, she was walking by. He reached out to grab her and give her a kiss, and she reacted instinctively. She snatched his wrist from her waist and spun him around to the wall. Her right leg flew up under his throat and pinned him against it.

He couldn't talk and was feebly pawing at her foot, trying to remove it from his throat. She seemed to be in a trance of some kind, and had a far away look in her amber brown eyes. Just as he passed out, she snapped out of her trance and his sleeping body fell against her. Afraid she had done permanent damage to him, she lifted his 6 foot, 190 pound frame and placed him over her right shoulder. As she carried him to her bedroom, she was trying to remember what had happened. She couldn't. That scared her more.

She went to the bathroom to get a cold wash cloth. As she sat on the side of the bed mopping his brow with the cloth, she tried to concentrate her thoughts on what had just transpired. It wouldn't come to her no matter how hard she tried. Her mind was completely blank. It didn't look like she had injured Jake physically, but what had she done to their relationship mentally. Would he fear her now? How about trust? Would he touch her if he couldn't trust her not to attack him. Would he even want to be near her after this. God why couldn't she remember.

She heard Jake moan and his eyes fluttered open. He stared at her for a second and it finally came back to him what she had done. But instead of pulling away or being afraid, he asked her if she was alright. She broke down and tears came flowing from her amber brown eyes. "What is it Jennifer? Are you alright? Why are you crying?" He sat up and held her until she was able to calm down. "I need to tell you something Jake, so you'll have an idea why I acted the way I did. So please listen to what I'm about to tell you."

She told him the story of what happened to her at fifteen and why she had spent so much of her time learning Tai Kwon Do. He listened and didn't say a word until she had finished. "I'm glad you told me Jennifer. I always knew there was something holding you back from becoming to intimate with me. But I never dreamed it was something that horrible. I'm so sorry you had to go through a terrible thing like that. I see now why you didn't open up to me."

"You are such a wonderful man Jake and I really care for you. I hope I haven't ruined our relationship. I wouldn't want to lose that because of what happened to me in the past." "No Jennifer, you haven't ruined anything. I should have been more careful and not grabbed at you the way I did. I care for you too and I'll help you work through this if you'll let me. I don't want to lose you either." She cried and held him tight. "Thank you Jake for understanding."

Jennifer felt relieved in a way that her questions had been answered. She hadn't realised just how much she cared for Jake until the incident had occurred. And now she knew how she would react if taken by surprise, although she still didn't remember exactly what she had done. But she hadn't injured him, so subconsciously she must have known he wasn't a real threat. Her instinct had simply taken over.

Now that her relationship with Jake was on firm ground, she could relax a little and enjoy her life. The kids she was teaching in her dojo and at the Center were great. Her job was rewarding and she loved it very much. And the extra money she was making now, could be used to renovate her dojo and make it like she wanted it. It also gave her enough extra income to find a better apartment in a better class neighborhood. So her life was sailing along smoothly. It was time to enjoy it and quit worrying.

Jennifer was walking home from her job feeling really good about herself. Everything in her life was coming up roses and She felt relaxed and calm inside. She had worn her little green flair out pleated skirt and white belly bearing top, because the weather man had said it was going to be a beautiful day. And for a change he had been right. The sun was shinning bright, and the tan she had been more or less working on was coming along nicely. Her arms and lovely bare legs were getting darker by the day. And the sun felt good on her beautiful face too.

She was walking along wearing a large smile and carrying her white pumps. She still couldn't believe how wonderful it was to be walking in her bare feet. She just felt more alive when she could feel her toes and leather tough soles against the concrete walks. To her, there was no better feeling in the world. She grinned when she thought of all the women that went crazy at shoe departments trying to find the latest style shoes in their size. They didn't realise what they were missing by covering up their feet.

As she rounded the corner and headed for her apartment a half a block up the street, she noticed the nice old couple that lived next door to her in front of the building. Mr. Potter was being held by two large young men and Mrs. Potter was in the grasp of another one screaming her head off. She hurried down the block to see what was going on. As she got near, she seen the gang logo on the back of the shirts the young men were wearing, and heard the big young man standing in front of Mr. Potter threatening him.

"You need to learn to keep your big mouth shut pops, so you don't get busted up. The Lobo's run this neighborhood and don't take shit off of anybody. If you don't like it around here, then move your ass somewhere else. But don't be telling us to move on and leave you alone. The Lobo's do what the hell we want in this neighborhood pops, and that includes beating the fuck out of you and your old lady if we feel like it. So don't open your fucking mouth again. Now give us your money before we hurt the old lady."

Jennifer surveyed the scene. There was eight of them spread out across the walk that were in their late teens or early twenty's. They were all solidly built and muscular. The majority of them were around 6 feet tall. The one doing the talking she assumed was the leader. He was slightly taller and bigger built. Mr. and Mrs. Potter were scared to death, but Mr. Potter was trying not to show it by telling the gang what he thought of them. His bravado left him when they threatened his wife. His face turned white and he shut his mouth. The leader grinned.

Jennifer threw her shoes over against the building and strolled into the center of the gang, near Mr. and Mrs. Potter. It was a good thing the weather man was right about the weather, she thought to herself. Because the skirt she was wearing was the perfect thing to have on, if you were about to start a fight. Jennifer spoke to the old couple like there was nothing going on. Which at first surprised the leader and his gang before they came to his senses.

"Ahhhh Mrs. Potter, I'm glad I ran into you. I have those Tulip seeds you've been asking me about for your little window flower box. And Mr. Potter. I see your arthritic knees are bothering you today. Isn't it nice of these two young men to help you stand so you don't fall down.?" The leader got over his surprise and started screaming at her.

"HEY BITCH! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" "Oh, hello there young man. Why I'm talking to my neighbors, that's what I'm doing. Why do you ask?" "You're a regular fucking comedian ain't you bitch? Now clear out. This is Lobo business, which means it ain't none of yours." "That's telling her Spike." The other gang members replied. "Lobo's are wolves, is that correct young man? They are proud and magnificent animals. But the name doesn't seem to fit you and your gang. You boys should call yourselves The Yellow Cur Dogs. Because that's what I see when I look at you. Wouldn't you agree?"

Spike's mouth dropped open. "WHY YOU FUCKING WHORE. I'LL SLIT YOUR FUCKING THROAT FOR TALKING TO US LIKE THAT!" Jennifer's right leg came up and her bare foot slammed into Spike's chest.."WHAM!"..he flew backwards into two of his men and they all hit the ground. Pivoting on her left foot before her right touched the ground, her right leg swung around in a half circle. Her instep clubbed the next two on her left flush on their chins with an arc kick.."WHAM!"....."WHAM!"..they tumbled to their right and landed hard.

The maneuver put her right in front of the two men holding Mr. Potter's arms. Jennifer leaped high in the air and shot both legs out in front kicks to the two young men's faces.."WHAM!".."WHAM!"..their heads snapped back as they left their feet and slammed into the building behind them. Mr. Potter ran over and pulled his wife to safety as they watched Jennifer in action.

The one that had been holding Mrs. Potter had released her and was charging on her right. With the well defined muscles in her right leg rippling, it was again sent flying around in an arc. The outside of her bare foot caught him on the temple with an arc kick so hard.."WHAM!".. his body was thrown in the air and spun in two complete circles before landing in the street.

Spike and his two cohorts he had taken to the ground with him, were up and coming at her. Jennifer's right leg flashed up and the hard ball of her foot met Spike's chin.."WHAM!"..sending him back to the ground about four feet away. Twirling on her left leg, her right came sailing around in a spinning back kick. Her leather tough sole landed on the side of the two young men's faces in turn.."WHAM!"......."WHAM!"..they toppled to their left moaning with pain.

The two she had clubbed with her first arc kick were on their feet and about to attack. The one on her left was met with a front kick, as the ball of her bare foot exploded on his jaw.."WHAM!"..he sailed back to splat against the building. He was out cold when his body hit the walk. The one on her right received a back kick to the side of his head with the force of a speeding car.."WHAM!".. His large body flipped like a pancake and splattered on the walk. He was sleeping like a baby.

The two young men that was holding Mr. Potter had made it to their feet and had murder in their eyes. Jennifer's right leg shot forward like a battering ram. The hard granite sole of her bare foot sank deep into the young mans stomach on her right.."THUD!".. sending him to his knees gasping for air. Bringing her leg back and turning her fit fighting body, her right leg swooped around in a roundhouse kick.."WHAM!"..the young mans nose and some facial bones were broken as he flew through the air and slammed into the building. He wasn't getting up again for quite a while.

The one on his knees trying to catch his breath, never seen the axe kick coming. Her right leg was sent straight up in the air until it was vertical with the walk, before it exploded on the back of his neck.."WHAM!"..he was sound asleep before his face hit the walk. When Jennifer turned, she heard Spike scream out. "IT'S THE BLOND BITCH FROM THE YOUTH CENTER THAT KICKED THE FUCK OUT OF THE WHITE DRAGONS!" The remaining four ran for their car and piled in. Jennifer went after them.

Spike was sitting in the drivers seat fumbling with his keys. Jennifer smiled as she seen the fear in their eyes when she stepped up the the driver side door. The muscles in her right leg bunched together as she snapped it up in a side kick. Her leather tough sole slammed into the door.."WHAM!"..and made a dent about six inches deep and a foot and a half around. It scared Spike so much he dropped the keys in the floorboard.

Bending her knee, she let fly with another side kick to the driver side window.."CRASH!"..it completely shattered, sending glass everywhere. She pulled her leg back a bit before shooting it forward again. The side kick smacked Spike on his ear.."WHAM!".. breaking his ear drum and driving his head into the head of the one seated in the passenger seat.."WHACK!" They both went to sleep.

Reaching through the broken window with her left arm, she unlocked the back door. When she pulled it open, the one sitting there stabbed at her with a switch blade. Her right leg swung around in an arc kick.."WHAM!"..that landed on his wrist and sent it into the corner of the car door. When it struck the metal his wrist broke.."SNAP!"..and he dropped the knife as he screamed in pain. "AARRGGHHHHHHHHHH!"

A front kick landed the ball of her wood splintering bare foot on his chin.."WHAM!"..snapping his head back. His large body flopped over in the back seat sound asleep. The one on the far side was frantically trying to open the door. Just as Jennifer made it around the back of the car, the door flew open and he bolted off down the street. Jennifer was right on his tail. A leaping side kick landed in the middle of his back.."WHAM!"..sending him face first to the street.

His body skidded along on his face and stomach for a few feet before coming to a stop. When he turned to his back, Jennifer could see his face and hands were all scratched up. When she raised her right foot to finish the young man off with a kick to his head, his eyes grew as big as dinner plates. A stain began spreading out on his jeans when he pissed his pants in fear. Then his eyes rolled back in their sockets and he passed out. Jennifer smiled and dragged his body back to lie with the others.

Mr. Potter had called the police and they drove up about ten minutes later. They took statements from them all and loaded the gang in the paddy wagon. Mr. and Mrs. Potter were thanking and hugging Jennifer for what she had done. They pleaded with her to have dinner with them so they could further show their thanks. She finally accepted and told them she would be over after taking a shower and changing her clothes. They gladly agreed to wait for her.

While showering, Jennifer decided not to move after all. It really wasn't a bad neighborhood, and thanks to her the gang that everyone feared was in jail. She smiled when she remembered what one of the policemen had told her. She was making quite a name for herself cleaning the gangs out of the city, he had said. They needed someone like her on the force. If she ever considered it, he would love to have her in his squad. She thanked him and declined, saying she was happy with her present job.

News of her taking down another gang in the city quickly spread to the other gangs. She didn't know it, but from that day on, the gangs stayed away from every blond woman they seen on the streets. They feared she might be the blond warrior with the lethal bare feet. They weren't taking "ANY CHANCES!"