Crushed
by GG
A really short story 
by GG

To celebrate my new bookshelf, here is a story for valkyries and their 
admirers in a hurry. GG


Carla had been really mean bitch angry all day. I'd never seen her get mad 
and it was one of the few times in my life when I actually wet myself with 
fear. We had been going out for a few months and I had become used to the 
fact that she was much stronger than I was, both physically and mentally.  
She worked out hardcore in some sleazy gym, rather than the trendy health 
club I went to, and was always saying that my place was for soft yuppies.

She was as hard as iron, and what you would call rough, from the wrong side 
of the tracks. She didn't help herself in the charm department by the way 
she dressed either - heavy biker jackboots, faded jeans, leather jacket. She 
was deadly, but a deadly attractive  five-eleven 170lb brown eyed brunette 
and a prize-winning amateur bodybuilder. She also did some wrestling to make 
money and she thought I didn't know about that.

She could be sweet with me but she had an atom bomb temper; better to be in 
the next county when it went off; and it went off that evening. We were just 
walking back from a bar when this patrol car pulled in and kept pace with 
us. The officer in the passenger seat made no secret of the fact that he 
didn't like the look of us, and they crawled along beside us for two blocks; 
some kind of intimidation thing. Something must have gone down near by and 
they suspected us; drugs probably, what else.

Suddenly it got too much for Carla. She just lost it!

'Why don't you just fuck off!' she yelled at them. I nearly jumped out of my 
skin! She walked over to the car and kicked the door. The heavy boot, 
propelled  by some of the hardest muscle in the business, crumpled the door 
like it was made of paper. There was a terrible scream from the car and I 
tried to take in what had happened.

'My legs broke. My leg's broke!' the guy was screaming. I wet myself when I 
saw that both of them were going for their guns.

Carla was like a wild tigress. She ripped the crumpled door right off its 
hinges as I watched in disbelief. In a second she was in the car and now 
they were both cursing and screaming: but not for long.  She backed out, 
leaving the two cops unconscious- at least I hoped it was nothing more than 
that.

She had blood on her face and stared at me with a half crazed expression.

'What's the matter, wimp ?' she sneered. 'Never seen a girl in a fight 
before ?'

The End