Unexpected Date 
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
An unexpected meeting turns into a surprise 'Date'!'

From an idea from Knuth and a follow on from 'Blind Date'

Unexpected Date

The car pulled up to the traffic lights and stopped, Knuth leaned over the
steering wheel and looked around. He wasn't sure if this was the right road or
even if he was in the right part of the city, he was both new to this place
and this country and still was trying to get his head around the fact that the
people here drive on the wrong side of the road, or so he thought!

The man from Germany had been here for three weeks now, working on a joint
Anglo-German engineering project and he was missing home, but he would be due
back home soon, so that was good. But right now, he had other things on his
mind, like, 'where to park?' As he would be going home soon he had promised
his family to return with gifts for everyone. But he'd been putting this
shopping trip off, he'd didn't enjoy all the hassle of trudging around from
shop to shop, not in the least! But it had to be done, so here he was, if only
he could find somewhere to park! 'Arrh there!'

He suddenly seen an entrance to what looked like an underground carpark on the
other side of the traffic lights, so as the lights turned green he headed for
it. This carpark was under a large imposing, gothic, looking building, the
lack of any lights and the dull cloudy day didn't help in making it anymore
'inviting'. There were large 'uninviting' black railing all the way around,
that looked as if there where there to guard a secret. The only 'break' in
these high railings was a small gap to allow access to the carparks spiral
ramp that lead deep into the earth. But Knuth didn't really notice this he was
just glad he'd finally found somewhere to park.

As he turned and headed down into the underground carpark, a nearby workman
moved over towards the 'entrance' and replaced the 'Strictly No Entry -
Private Property, Private Parking' sign by the side of the gap in the
railings. The sign had blown away and been damaged in the recent high winds,
but now it was back in place. The workman wondered to himself about the car
that had just gone down there 'did they know it was a private carpark?' But
then he just chuckled to himself, 'of course they did, everyone around here
know about this building. No one goes down that ramp and into there!' No, no
one would go down there unless they knew exactly what they are letting
themselves in for!

Knuth drove down the ramp and along the spiral drive way, around and around it
went, deeper and deeper into the ground. Finally, he came out into the large
underground carpark, it took a moment or two for the man to get his eyes use
to the light down here, it wasn't that bright but just about alright. He
quickly found somewhere to park up, which was good and was now a bit more
relived and happy. Then he realised why he was here, parked up, all ready to
go shopping for his family! 'Oh well, get it over with.'

The tall German got out of his car and had a quick look around, surprisingly
there was not that many cars here, a nearly empty carpark here in the city,
now that was strange. He must remember this one for later on, finding
somewhere to park around here was always a problem and this had to be a stroke
of good luck. He locked his car, and looked around again, trying to find the
exit. There were a few cars dotted around the place, a black door, but no
'Exit', or should that be 'Ausfahrt', sign over it, and there was a badly
beaten man crawling along on the floor ... ... .!

"Was!" 'What was this?' Knuth stood there for a second not sure if what he
thought he saw was actually real. But as the groans from the injured man
became clearer and a muffled "help me!" reached his ears the big German
realised this was indeed real! He rushed over to help the man and grabbed hold
of him. His name was Arnie, but Knuth didn't know that, and this man, Arnie,
looked as if he'd been in one hell of a fight. By the looks of him, the
bruises, the marks, cuts and wounds, some of them old and partial healed, it
looked as if he'd been in a fight over a long time (Reader may wish to read
the previous story 'Blind Date').

Knuth wondered what could have, what had happened to this man, but there
wasn't going to be any answers as this battered man, who had found salvation
now passed out. Knuth was still confused with what was going on, 'if this man
had been attacked, beaten then where was the ... ... ' His half-asked question
was about to answered, as CLIP! CLOP! CLIP! CLOP! Footsteps!

Knuth looked up and saw, he was unsure, he was shocked, he was confused with
what he saw. There was a woman, no a girl making her way towards him, and
dressed in a strange way. She was young, he wasn't sure how old, but the 'sort
of' school uniform she wore told him she was defiantly a younger woman. The
'uniform' consisted of a black ankle boot, then a pair of long multi coloured
socks, all the way up to her knees. Further up was a puffed out short skirt,
with good legs, then a white school blouse, but probably not worn correctly as
it was untucked, rolled up and tied up in a knot under her noticeable chest!
What remained of the blouse was in a scruffy state, sleeves rolled up and the
remaining buttons mostly undone to show off that ample chest.

Her red bra was also very noticeable as was her face and appearance. She was
clearly pretty but had a bit of a 'hair thing' going on. What should have been
average length fair hair, was a mass of multi-coloured dyed tuffs of hair.
Some sticking out. There were tuffs of blue, pink, red, green and orange, she
had a sort of 'Harley Quinn' look going on. But it was also the look on her
face, a look that showed there was also attitude there!

She stopped, stood there, hands on hips, legs apart, a stance that said,
'don't mess' but the grin that now came over her face said 'Oh, go on then try
it!' Whatever had gone here, Knuth didn't know anything about that, it had
been bad. But by looking at the man and this girl, Knuth knew they were
connected. As he slowly got back to his feet the girl smiled, she was use to
'playing' with her Sisters 'hand me downs', the men that they and the Mother
had used, abused and dealt with beforehand. But now she, this little 'Harley
Quinn' had her own 'fresh meat!'

"Here to take his place?" She spoke as she looked, stared and grinned at the
tall man, the German. He looked older, maturer than her, a man of the world
and man of experience, that was good, after all she had no time for boys. The
man looked broad as well as tall, strong and would prove to be much more of a
challenge than her normal Sisters cast outs that she'd dealt with in the past.
This would indeed be something new, and that excited her. As he stood up, and
stared back at her, he got an idea of what had happened here, although it
didn't make sense to him, he was sure he'd got the right impression of what
had gone on here. The girl had beat the man, for whatever reason, but now she
had an eye on him and Knuth knew what she wanted.

As he got to his feet he took off is jacket and throw it onto the bonnet of
the car nearby, his signal to her that, if she wants to go for it, he was
ready! She put her hands together and rubbed them with glee, without any
explanation they both knew what was going to happen.

Knuth put his shoe onto the unconscious man, Arnie, and rolled him away,
giving the tall man room, after all it didn't matter, the state Arnie was in
he wouldn't know what was happening to him now. There was a moment, as the
tall strong Knuth looked down towards the smaller 'Harley Quinn' looking girl,
a moment that seemed to last for ... ... Suddenly the carpark echoed with a
screech of laughter as the girl throw herself into a spinning cartwheel,
heading straight for the man. He was, for a brief second, taken aback by her
sudden move but then got his mind back into focus and as the girl's legs came
hurling around he was just about to throw himself backwards, THUD!

He'd jumped back into the car that was there, that was all good as he didn't
get hit by her, but his jacket had been knocked off the car and slipped down
to the floor into what looked like "Scheisse..... ol!" He bent down to examine
his now oil stained jacket and he was not happy, the girl had come out of her
cartwheel, disappointed she'd not, made contact. But as she came down onto her
feet and quickly looked around and seen the man examining his dirty jacket,
plus that look on his face. Oh! She couldn't help but smile, then WHACK!
OOOWWWW!

She'd come out of her cartwheel close enough to the knelling man to take one
quick step and throw her leg his way, her reach was just right as her ankle
boot had come up and around fast. Then drove hard into the bottom of the knelt
man's jaw. He was just too interested in his expensive jacket to be worried
about her and what she could do, the state of the other man should have been
an indication not to take 'this girl' for granted!

The blow was hard and Knuth went backwards, ending up landing on his arse and
siting there on the floor, with a painful, sore jaw and "Scheisse!" His hand
went to his jaw then his damp backside as he was sitting in a pool of dirty,
oily water, that was his trousers ruined as well. 'This was not good and
......' WHACK! OOOUUUHHH! A second boot came thundering in, followed by a
giggly laugh as the girl found it funny that this man was more concerned about
his cloths than what she was doing, 'he'd better learn quickly!'

The second boot to his, already hurting, face made Knuth sprawled out across
the floor, jacket, trousers and now his shirt met the grubby floor of the
carpark, but that was the least of his worries. The girl went into a forward
handstand, she twirled over and her feet came down on top of Knuth, her first
foot came down, 'slightly' hard on his stomach. Her second boot even harder on
his chest, then she just walked off of him, that slight giggle again echoed
around the large carpark.

Now the man was angry, not annoyed or upset, just plain angry! He slammed his
hand down onto the concrete floor, the sharp slapping sound drowning out the
girl's giggles. Then he rolled over and was about to push himself upwards when
the girl saw her next easy opportunity and kicked out again. But this time the
big man was ready, as the boot headed his way SMACK! Knuth's arm came around
and slapped that girls foot out of the way, he was strong and his repulse of
the boot knocked only the girls foot away but also swung her around. She was
almost off balanced and had to take a moment to regain her poise, otherwise
she would have, THUD!

As the girl was spun around Knuth was instantly up onto his feet and with her
back to him, the big man now shovel both his open hands into the little girls
back sending her flying forwards, staggering and falling to the floor. He
could have really hit her, after all she had hit him, maybe he should have,
but with her back to him he felt it just wasn't right. He brushed his cloths
down, still annoyed with how dirty he was and how everything was ruined. The
girl was on the floor, on her knees, and with her arms and hands outstretched
in front of her and with her arse pointing up in the air and towards him. He
had to grin to himself about that!

But he might have been easy on her once, but now as he came in behind her, he
knew that she needed to be taught a 'real' lesson, she needed to be taught how
to ... ... WHACK! OOOOOWWWW! Knuth had been focused too much on what he was
going to do, and a little bit on her arse, and not what she could still do!
The girl may have been down and he may have been approaching her from the
rear, but that underground carpark had a nice echo to it, so she knew just
where he was. All she had to do was wait, get her timing just right and kick
back, sending her leg up and back and her sweet little ankle boot drove
straight into the groin of the oncoming man. And she did get her timing, just
right!

Knuth felt the sharp blow and 'God it hurt', it stopped him in his track as he
was about to lean down and grab her, it stopped him cold. He doubled over and
grabbed hold of his now tender, hurting area! Knuth gritted his teeth, his
eyes closed for a second so he didn't see the girl quickly roll over and swing
her leg around to WHACK! OOHHHHHH! Her boot now slammed into the side of his
face, forcing the man to drop down to his knees and now deal with another
searing pain to his body.

As he dropped to his knees, she carried on rolling and was up onto her feet in
a flash, and as his eyes opened she was there. Her hands came down grabbed
onto his head, there was a smile, a giggle then SMACK! A female young thigh
slammed into the side of strong man's face, another painful reminder that
maybe this little girl was not to be underestimated by any man!

Knuth's head bust into splinters of shearing pain, and all because of a little
girl. The little girl that now drew back her leg and WHACK! Pounded the man
once more with her boot, slamming that dainty foot of hers into his gut,
winding Knuth, hurting him and making him drop fully to the floor and roll
around in agony. Now he was not worried about the dirt, muck, oil and water on
the ground, all he was worried about was 'is she going to hit me again?'
CRACK! Yes, she was!

But even so he was a strong man, and took the pain, as best he could, although
he couldn't shake it off, he just dealt with it. Knuth rolled over on the
ground, everything was ruined now so it didn't matter, all that did matter was
putting some distance between him and 'her' so he could think. BANG! But the
girl came for him, she raised her leg up, high and straight. Then slammed it
down, stomping her boot into the ground and nearly catching the man but he
rolled away too quickly BANG! She tried again but he just rolled faster BANG!
and further, if that boot of hers came down on him, he knew it would hurt like
hell so he rolled and rolled.

Knuth managed to get out the way, the girl was amused by his antic and how he
got away, but she was also a bit disappointed that she hadn't put that heel of
her boot down into the man. 'Never mind, she'd get him later!' The man had
rolled so fast and so far, he was now over by the wall. In fact, it was this
that made him stop and now he scrambles back up onto his feet, and as he got
up and turned to look back at the girl CRUNCH! ARRRHHHH! THUD! His head had
turned but all he saw was a flying boot coming his way, this sudden and a
little frightening sight, made him jolt, lift his head up in surprise. So,
luckily for him the girls foot slammed into his chest rather than into his
face.

The girl liked how she hit him, she liked the fact she got her boot into the
man, she liked the sound it made, she liked how he cried out in pain and that
he went back against the wall and slid down it. She liked what she had done,
watching him roll over to the wall, judging him as he struggled to get to his
feet. Then running, jumping, getting her speed, distance all right and
slamming that boot in hard. Another thing she liked was the red mark now in
his chest where her boot had landed, the torn material, the blood that was
seeping from his cut chest, she liked this a lot.

Knuth was indeed in pain, great pain, he'd slid halfway back down the wall
before he managed to stop himself. There was the girl just stood there in
front of him, a giggly little grin on her face as she shook her head from side
to side in amusements at this man's poor performance so far! But there was
something she hadn't seen, something he had and something he was going to use.

Nearby and lying on the floor was a small pile of building materials,
obviously there had been some kind of maintenance work going on, and this must
have been left over. Knuth noticed one thing, one thing that stood out a long
metal bar, a pole! The man launched himself at it, his hand went out and
grabbed hold, then his arm came swinging around, grapping that metal pole, he
didn't care now he just swung that pole, rashly, violently, ruthlessly, hoping
he'd get the girl with it!

He'd reached for that metal bar for protection but now as he had it in his
hand he wanted to use it as a weapon. As that arm, as that pole came swishing
around the girl simple jumped out of the way, casually taking herself
backwards, out of harm's way and the pole went flying by. Was it the easy way
in which she did this, or was it 'that' grin her face as she did it, whatever,
CLUNK! Knuth slammed the pole into the ground, that metal ringing sound echoed
around the carpark, the girl giggled some more, turned and cartwheeled away.

As she moved the man dragged himself up, with that metal pole still in his
hand, he felt strong, determined and he wanted revenge on 'her!' He got up and
went after her, the girl was heading straight towards a parked car, still
going around and around in her cartwheels. Then as she got close to the car,
she flipped herself, went up in the air and came down, both feet on the bonnet
of the car, THUD! A perfect landing, so much so, that she turned, faced the
oncoming man and raised her arms up in a 'Ta Da!' stance, very pleased with
herself.

As the man rushed up to the car with the girl standing on it he was sure he
had her now, trapped there, he raised the metal pole up high and ... ... .

"Everything alright out here Jessie?" The man froze, off to the side and just
in his line of sight was the door he'd seen earlier, but now it was open and
there was a woman there. She was an older woman and looked as calm as could be
at seeing one beaten man lying, out cold, on the floor and another battered
man with a large metal bar in his hand about to smash it down onto a girl who
was stood on a car in front of him! Not your everyday sight.

The woman was Cynthia, a good looking 40 something woman and Mother to the
little tearaway that was Jessie, the 'Harley Quinn' girl. The girl, Jessie,
still standing on that car bonnet gave a big, childish, wave and "Yes Mummy
everything is absolute fine here." "Alright dear, don't get too friendly with
whoever that is, you just don't know where he might have been!" With that
Cynthia closed the door and went back to her 'own thing!' As she walked back
down the corridor she wonders where Jessie had found this new man? But then
again Jessie was always getting into 'interesting situations', so really it
shouldn't be that surprising! The older woman had left after interrupting the
man and the young girl, who now looked down on the very confused Knuth. Then
shrugged her shoulders as if to say 'well she'd right I don't know where
you've been!'

The tall German had now gone beyond being angry, if that was possible, he'd
been hit by this girl, his cloths where ruined and now he'd somehow been
insulted by the interrupting older woman, WHACK! He'd also lost some focus and
was too close to the car and the girl, who kicked out and just managed to
reach the man's lower jaw with her boot. As he went staggering backwards,
Jessie had to quickly move herself around on the car bonnet, but thankfully
she got her balance back OK, so that was fine. 'Can't do anything silly like
falling off, that would be embarrassing!'

Knuth had stopped himself from falling on his arse, again. He'd regained his
balance, but he was the embarrassed one, because he'd been hit by a girl, but
he wasn't just hurt and embarrassed, now he was fuming! He grabbed hold of
that metal pole with both hands, he looked up to see that 'Harley Quinn'
Jessie was still stood there 'smiling' on top of that car and ARRRHHHHH!

The angry man raised the metal pole high and ran at the girl, he didn't care
she was just an annoying little girl, it didn't bother him she was much
younger than him, he wasn't worried about any consequences, he just wanted to
make her suffer! He ran, hard and fast at her, he ran with the metal bar up
high and ready to CRUNCH!

Knuth brought the metal pole down hard, he smashed that bar down as hard as he
could, aiming for the girl stood on the car bonnet ... ... But he missed!
Jessie had seen him coming, she couldn't miss him, and he wasn't that fast
either. As he got to the car, as the metal bar had come crushing down, she
moved, she jumped, sprung up off the car bonnet and flipped herself around.
All the man saw was a girl shooting up and out the way as he brought that pole
down, smashing the car bonnet ... ... "SCHEISSE!"

'Shit!' This wasn't a car bonnet, any car bonnet, it was his car, his car
bonnet! A fact that hadn't been lost on Jessie as she spun out of the way and
landed back on the carpark floor and to the side of the now devastated man.
So, she gave a little giggle before WHACK! OOOWWWHHH!

As she landed the girl had grinned and moved quickly, the man was still in
shock but that wouldn't last long, so she moved forward and kicked out. Her
boot slammed into the back of Knuth's legs, making them buckle and dropping
the man to his knees, but he still had hold of the pole. Jessie moved again,
grabbing onto a handful of the man's hair and SMASH! OOOHHHHHH!

Knuth head made another dent into the cars bonnet, a rather large dent! As she
pulled him back his head throbbed, ached, hurt. He could feel a trickle of
blood slowly running down his face and felt as if his head was going to ...
... WHACK! She backhanded him then grabbed onto the long metal pole and yanked
it out of his hands. Jessie walked away from the stunned and hurt man, and now
examined the metal pole and started to twill it around in her hands, almost as
if an idea was forming in her pretty little head!

Jessie smiled to herself as she turned back around to look at the man, the
broken man on his knees. It wasn't just his bloody face or bruised and hurt
body, it wasn't the fact that his lovely car was now smashed up or that his
smart, designer cloths where all ruined, it was more than that. The tall man,
the strong man, who was always normally in control and secure in the knowledge
he knew how good he was. But he'd been brought down to his knees and broken by
a little girl!

But he shouldn't be feel all that bad, after all Jessie had had a lot of
practice with men and how to deal with them. She'd been playing with her
Mothers and older sisters 'throw offs' for a long time now, so had almost
perfected her art. But practice does make perfect so ... ...

CLUNK! CLUNK! The sound of a hollow metal object hit the concrete floor echoed
around the carpark and grabbed Knuth attention. He turned his head slowly to
see the girl taping the metal pole on the ground then she spun it around in
her hands, as if getting use to its size, weight and how best to balance the
'weapon!'

Now Jessie looked over to the knelt man, she smiled, a smile of deep thought
as if a number of different ideas where spinning around her head. She let one
end of the metal bar drop to the floor BANG! Knuth jumped, jolted with, was it
fear? This pleased Jessie who now, slowly made her way back over to the man,
Knuth desperately tried to get himself back up onto his feet as quickly as he
could. All the time the metal pole scrapped along the floor, with its echoey
'screeching' sound, as the girl dragged it along with her, 'God knows what
she'll do now ... ... !'