The normally quiet suburb community where sixteen year old Shirley Farmer lived was up in arms. Four young women had been raped in their homes in the last three weeks by two large, muscular men. Somehow the two rapists always seemed to know when the women would be all alone and vulnerable. It wasn't hard for them to pick the right opportunity for two of the women, because their husbands worked the midnight shift at the local steel plant. It didn't take to much imagination to know when they would be alone in the house. But the third woman was raped on the first night her husband was away on a business trip. He usually only took these trips three times a year. And they were never on the same days or in the same months. The fourth was a teenage girl who was raped while her parents were out celebrating their twentieth anniversary. She never stood a chance.

The police were completely baffled over the heinous crimes. How these men knew exactly when and where to strike was a mystery they couldn't seem to solve. Every avenue was explored and every lead was followed thoroughly. But they all led to dead ends and produced absolutely no results. They had no suspects and no idea how these men were obtaining their information. So a special unit was set up with a home base van and four police cars. As soon as it turned dark, two cars would patrol the three square mile community looking for anyone suspicious. The other two were parked at strategic points in the area. Every two hours the four patrol cars would switch positions. Any male taking a stroll or walking a dog was stopped and questioned. But no one was detained.

Shirley's parents got together with some of the other members of the community and set up a neighborhood watch program. Shirley and her friends Pamela, Kelly, and Candy, volunteered their services to teach self defense to any female who wanted to learn. The four teenage girls had studied self defense since they were twelve years old, so they knew what they were doing. They held classes three nights a week at the local high school gymnasium. Quite a few women in the area signed up for the classes. No one wanted to be the rapists next easy victim. So they were doing what ever they could to be fully prepared in case they were marked as the next target. With the police patrolling the streets, the neighborhood watch keeping an eye out for suspicious looking characters, and the women learning self defense, the community was praying the attacks would stop. Their prayers were not answered.

That Saturday night a woman was accosted and raped in her home. She was a single parent who's son was on a camping trip with some family friends. The police of course investigated the friends, in case they were involved by getting the son out of the house so the woman would be alone. But the friends were exonerated of any wrong doing and the investigation was dropped. The description the woman gave of the two men was nearly the same as the other women had described them. The police took into account that the women were scared out of their minds, so some of the details were a bit sketchy. Both were described as being around 6 foot 4 inches tall and very muscular. Depending on which victim you talked to, their weight varied from 250 to 300 pounds. One man was blond while the other had dark hair. Two women said his hair was black, while the other three described it as dark brown. No one in t he neighborhood knew anyone that fit those descriptions.

The police added two more cars to the special unit detail, and the neighborhood watch stepped up it's alert status to hopefully keep their community safe from any further danger. But things were looking very dismal and bleak. Despite the best effort of the police and the community to protect the women, the two men had easily eluded the patrol cars and the spying eyes of the neighborhood watch to continue their crime spree. They came and went like two ghosts in the night. Only visible to the poor women they raped and humiliated. Everyone was working diligently to put an end to their vicious crimes. But without a break in the case, they wasn't much hope of catching the two men and putting them behind bars where they belonged.

The next Tuesday night, Shirley was getting ready for her self defense classes at the high school. Her mother knocked on her bedroom door and stepped into the room. "We're leaving to go play Bridge with Frank and Angela. We should be home by midnight. Drive carefully sweetheart. We'll see you at breakfast in the morning." "OK mother. Have a good time." Shirley replied as they kissed each other on the cheek. She went back to packing her gear while her parents climbed into the car and drove off. Just as she was ready to leave, the phone rang. Shirley started to ignore it and leave the house. She had to pick up Candy on the way, and she didn't want to be late getting to the high school. But she decided it might be an important message for her parents so she had better answer it. She was glad she did.

"Miss Farmer?" The man on the other end asked. "Yes." Shirley answered. "I'm glad I was able to catch you Miss Farmer. This is Mr. Bingham, the janitor down at the high school. I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. The water pipes ruptured about an hour ago and the gym is completely flooded. So you won't be able to hold your self defense classes tonight. I called the other three instructors with the bad news, but it will be up to you girls to contact your students. I'm going to be busy the rest of the night trying to straighten this mess out. I'm sorry Miss Farmer, but it can't be helped." He apologized. "There's no need to apologize Mr. Bingham, it isn't your fault this happened. I'll contact my students right away. Thank you for calling and good luck with your clean up. Good bye Mr. Bingham." Shirley grabbed her address book and began calling her students. She was fortunate enough to get them all before they left their homes.

Shirley had a book report due at the end of the week on the classic novel The Diary of Anne Frank. She decided this was a great opportunity to finish reading the book so she would be ready to start her report. She slipped out of her clothes and lie down on her bed in her panties and bra to read. A short while later her bra started to irate her so she removed it. She would be in bed before her parents came home so she felt safe to lie around nearly naked. She got comfortable again and began to read the last chapter. Five minutes later she thought she heard a noise in the living room. She lie there quietly and listened for a minute before deciding it was nothing. Just as she lie back and turned the page, her bedroom door flew open. Two men charged into her room wearing only thong underwear. She could see their clothes piled up on the floor outside her door.

Shirley didn't have time to think about the danger she was in. Her self defense instincts took over and calmed her down in a split second. The muscular blond was the closest one to her so he posed the most immediate threat. He smiled as he reached for her legs to hold her down. He was very surprised and in a great deal of pain when Shirley kicked up with her shapely right leg and caught him on the chin with the ball of her bare foot. "WHAM!" He staggered back and nearly went down. As soon as her foot struck, she swung her leg to the right while pivoting her well developed body on the bed. The sweeping arc kick caught the dark haired man on the right side of his face and knocked him against the wall. "WHAM!".."SLAM!" With her dark brown hair flowing and her bright blue eyes shining, Shirley leaped up and readied her 5 foot 5 inch 112 pound, nicely curved body for battle.

Both men came at her from different directions, thinking they could confuse and overwhelm her. Just as they were about to reach for her, Shirley squatted down and grabbed each man by his dangling balls. Her strong fingers tightened on their sacs as hard as she could squeeze. "AARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!".."AARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"Both men squealed like pigs from her unexpected attack. Shirley released them and quickly shot upward to land a solid punch to each of their chins at the same time. "SMACK!..SMACK!" The two men stumbled back in pain. Shirley stepped toward the blond and landed a hard front kick to his chest. "WHAM!" He flew through her open bedroom door and somersaulted backwards when he hit the floor. She turned to meet the dark headed one as he was coming at her.

He fired a huge roundhouse designed to put her in the floor and at his mercy. Shirley didn't cooperate with his plans. She ducked under his thunderous punch and came up swinging. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His head was snapped back and forth from her pile driving punches. While he was off balance and vulnerable, her well toned muscular leg shot upward and landed a devastating snap kick to his jaw. "WHAM!" He left his feet and hit the floor hard about three feet away. "SLAM!" He lie there dizzy and moaning. Blondie had recovered and was standing in the door way of her bedroom. There was a shocked look on his face from seeing Shirley dispatch with his partner so easily. Pure hatred filled his eyes as he charged head on to make her pay. Shirley stood her ground and smiled.

His large muscular arms were pumping like crazy while he tried his best to drive his ham like fists into her pretty face. Shirley bobbed and weaved like a Professional fighter and avoided everyone of his murderous punches. When he stopped punching to think over his strategy, Shirley struck without warning. She drove the palm of her left hand into his upper chest, just below his throat. "WHAM!" The blow stunned the heavily muscled male and left him open for the solid right cross to his left eye. "SMACK!" He grimaced in pain and tried to step away from the ferocious female and her accurate fists. But Shirley had him on the defensive and wasn't about to let him get away. She delivered a barrage of solid punches that had him staggering around the room like an inebriated drunk.

"SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Blondie was losing ground and his senses with each pu nch she landed. Shirley switched to his solid abs to break them down a bit. He was totally defenseless to stop her. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" His mid section was getting softer with every jackhammer blow. When he slumped over from the terrible pain in his stomach, Shirley fired a head snapping hay maker to his jaw. "SMMMACKK!" The muscular male spun in a complete circle before his unconscious body collapsed face first on her bed. She stood over him and smiled. "You're not as tough as you thought you were, are you big boy?" She asked his sleeping body. She grabbed him by the hair and dumped him in the floor.

Shirley faced the other man who had climbed to his feet and was staring at his out cold friend in disbelief. "It's your turn wimp. Let's see if you can last any longer then your pansy ass friend." She said with a smile. If looks could kill, she would have died right then when he raised his head and squinted his angry eyes. "You're dead bitch. When I get through raping your fucking ass, I'm going to choke the life out of you." He threatened. "I would hold off on the threats if I were you. Because so far you two sissy's have been easy to handle. For such big men with large muscles, you two fight like little boys. So if your fighting skills can't back up your big mouth, it might be safer and less painful for you to keep your trap shut." She answered with a beautiful smile.

He charged at her like a bull elephant with the idea of trampling her to the floor. The female warrior stood firm and waited for him to come into range. When he reached the perfect spot, Shirley turned her fabulous body sideways and leaped in the air. The tight muscles in her left leg bulged, when she drew it back a nd sent it flying at his face like it was spring loaded. The powerful side kick struck him between the eyes with the power of a speeding car. "WHAM!" He stopped dead in his tracks and dropped over backwards like a redwood tree that had just been chopped down. Shirley casually strolled over and looked down at his dazed body. "Just as I suspected. You're as weak and useless in a fight as that blond headed punk lying in the floor. I think you boys should find another line of work. Because you're simply pathetic at this one." She taunted the downed male gladiator.

Shirley grabbed him by the hair and dragged the groggy male fighter to his feet. "Now pay attention pussy. You're about to see how a real fighter handles herself. Or should I say you're about to FEEL it." She said smiling. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..CRACK!" Both of his eyes began to swell, his stomach was churning like he was nauseated, and his jaw felt dislocated from the sledgehammer uppercut. He back pedalled out of control and hit the wall like a wrecking ball. "SLAM!" "See how it's done if you know what you're doing?" She asked. He was standing there shaking his head trying to clear the cob webs, while she approached him swinging her feminine hips to remind him a female was taking him apart.

He regained his senses just as Shirley reached him. He drew back his mighty arm and fried a bone crunching punch at her smiling lips. Shirley easily stepped to her left to avoid his clumsy attempt and grabbed his wrist in her right hand. Before he knew what was happening, she jerked him away from the wall and cranked his arm down and then back up behind him. He flew head over heels and hit the floor hard. "SLAM!" Still controlling his arm, Shirley s tepped over his prone body and flipped him over on his stomach. Then she planted her left foot between his shoulder blades and twisted his arm half way around while bending his wrist up. "AARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "MY ARM! MY ARM! YOU'RE BREAKING MY ARM YOU STUPID CUNT!" He screamed at her. "You're not very bright are you wimp? You shouldn't speak to a lady like that when she can cause you pain like this." She scolded as she twisted his arm a little further and bent his wrist more.

"AARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "LET ME GO! LET ME GO! TURN ME LOOSE BITCH OR I'LL KILL YOU!" He angrily threatened. "Oh all right you big cry baby. You're no fun at all." She said smiling. She quickly hauled him to his knees and stepped in front of him so he was facing her back. She bent her right knee and snapped her leg behind her in a back kick. "WHAM!" It landed on his chest with the power of a kicking mule and sent him tumbling across the room. When he stopped rolling, he clutched his painful chest to see if she had broken his breast plate. Satisfied she hadn't, he started to get up. While he was in the process of standing, Shirley flexed her gorgeous right leg and kicked upward. "WHAP!" Her foot exploded in his face like a grenade going off. He left his feet and landed on her bed four feet away.

Shirley leaped up on her bed and bent over him. Then she proceeded to pulverize his face with her female fists. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" She knocked him out after the third punch, but was enjoying herself to much to quit. When she finally stopped, his face was badly swollen and a rainbow of colors. She planted her left foot on his chest and raised her male beating arms in the air. "YES! ANO THER VICTORY FOR THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES!" She shouted to the ceiling. She stepped down and rolled him into the floor next to his battered friend. "Pleasant dreams boys. It was fun while it lasted." She told the two sleeping muscular males. Shirley called the police and explained what happened. After giving them her address, she hung up the phone and strolled to the kitchen for a cold drink.

When she returned to her bedroom, the two beaten males were still sleeping peacefully. She noticed in the mirror that her lustrous dark brown hair had quite a few tangles in it from the fight. She calmly sat down and brushed them out while she waited for the police to arrive. Just as she finished, she heard the blond moaning. She laid her brush down and casually strolled in their direction. She knelt down behind the blond and lifted his head up from the floor. Then she wrapped her right arm around his throat and put him in a choke hold. While she was choking him unconscious, she saw the dark headed one stir. She laid down and wrapped her gorgeous legs around his neck and locked her ankles behind his head. Now she had both muscular men pinned to the floor at the same time. One in a choke hold and the other in a head scissors. She calmly waited for the police to arrive while she easily kept them pinned in her inescapable holds.

A few minutes later the police came busting through her front door. "IN HERE GUYS!" She yelled. They hurried to the bedroom and were totally shocked at what they saw in the floor in front of them. One of them finally got over the impossible scene he was staring at and rousted the others into action. When Shirley turned the two beaten men loose and stood up, she realised her breasts were hanging out for e veryone to see. She slipped on her beige cloth robe and tied it around her slim waist. The police took the two men out to the car and took her statement. While they were searching through their clothes, they found three listening devices in the pocket of one guys pants, and a map of the sewer system in the others. Realising they must have approached through the sewer tunnels, they checked the nearest access point and found their pick up truck. It was approximately a half a mile from the outskirts of the community.

From the registration in the glove compartment of the truck, they discovered the two men's address. While they were searching their apartment, they found several more bugs and close to a hundred cassette tapes filled with recorded conversations of the people living in the community. They also found wigs, fake beards, and mustaches in different sizes and colors. There was also heavily padded uniforms the men had worn to make themselves look fat instead of muscular. That way they wouldn't be recognized by the women they targeted to rape. The uniforms were exact replicas of every city worker in the community. With the uniforms, the two men could become telephone repair men, cable repair men, electricians, plumbers, water maintenance workers, and even city inspectors.

The police surmised that that was the way they got into peoples homes to plant the bugs. They interrupted their service or shut off their water or electricity, then knocked on their doors with the excuse they were doing maintenance checks. People saw the uniforms and gladly let them enter their homes. After learning this information, an all out search of every home in the community resulted in finding close to two h undred more listening devices. Nearly two thirds of the homes had at least two bugs in them. The other third either had no women living there, or the females were in their golden years and were undesirable. With all the evidence they had against the two men, they were going to be incarcerated for a very long time.

Shirley was heralded as the heroine of the community for capturing the two rapists. For weeks after the event, people were dropping by to thank her for her bravery. Many of them brought cakes, pies, cookies, cobblers, and even pizzas to the young lady they were calling the savior of the community. Shirley accepted their gratitude at first. But as the weeks went by and they still kept coming, she got embarrassed over the whole deal. In her eyes, she only did what every female with the knowledge of self defense would have done. She knew without a doubt her three friends could have handled the two men just as easily as she did. But the community didn't see it that way. To them, their women were safe because of the tremendous fighting skills of the beautiful Shirley Farmer. The Heroine of the community.