TANYA'S FIRST DAY IN SALT LAKE CITY by Hamlet Tanya Helgasdottir stepped back inside the Best Western Hotel room in Salt Lake City and chose her clothing appropriate for the warm weather. She was dressed totally in black leather having ridden nearly 129 KMS (80 miles) on a Hardanger bike from Evanston Wyoming. where she had spent the previous night She was on her way back to her Motherland Norseland to take the plane back from San Francisco that lay 1184 KMS (736 miles) to the west. Hopefully she would be there in three days' time to complete her 2900-mile bike ride across the USA. from New York to San Francisco. She could not wait to meet her Partner Rolf again at Vikingsborg airport from where he would drive her to her beloved home city of Risero situated 170 KMS (105 miles) to the south A sleeveless leather dress, tapered in the middle emphasised her muscular waist. She looked in the mirror. "I don't want to scare any one off." she thought so she threw a matching leather jacket over her muscular shoulders and arms, wanting to cover them up, even in the morning heat. The dress was short enough to make her legs look long and sexy as she wore calf length high heeled boots that made her look even taller, but long enough to cover her large, muscular thighs. She completed the effect by wearing a pair of skin tight leather gloves She left the hotel and decided to walk to the notorious crime ridden Poplar Grove neighbourhood that was situated nearby. She had asked the desk clerk how to get there from the hotel and was told it was on the same side off the town. 'Are you sure you want to go their lady? It's full of thieves and muggers. No tourist would want to go there. I can call a taxi to take you to the Mormon Tabernacle' 'No, I don't want to go to the Mormon Tabernacle I asked you to show me the way to Poplar Grove!' 'Well it's just a few blocks if you turn right out of the hotel. You sure you don't want to go to the Mormon Tabernacle? It's much safer and I can call you a cab.' 'No, I definitely don't want to go to the Mormon Tabernacle and I'm not interested in that crazy Mormon religion either!' 'Sorry lady doesn't get sore with me please. By the way if you don't mind me asking are you German? She felt herself getting angry once more 'No, I definitely am not German I come from the other side of the world from Norseland.' Is that anywhere near Germany? She was now about to explode with rage 'No, it's nowhere near Germany it's in the middle of the Pacific Ocean you moron!' With that she stormed out of the hotel leaving him shaking with fear. She had heard all about the Poplar Grove from a report on her mobile from the local paper the Deseret News the local paper. 'They held a gun to her head. Then they kicked her in the back and punched her face because she didn't have any money to give them.' 'Ann, who has lived 30 happy years in this community west of downtown, said she'll never be the same. The mother of five grown children is now too frightened to take those early morning walks as she and a neighbor did for seven years before the attack. Ann asked that her real name not be used, but she wanted her story told. Ann's was just one story in a community Poplar Grove' that has been riddled with crime and is desperately searching for answers.' Tanya set out to find somewhere in Poplar Grove that served breakfast as she was ravenous and looking for a day of fun and relaxation. She walked into a bar called Deadwood Bar that looked fairly dingy. She did not mind as it said on the door it served breakfast and anyway, she was longing for some action and excitement. she sat down in the dimly lit bar after ordering a breakfast and a large orange juice. Suddenly two men materialized out of the darkness and stood right in front of her. "Well, Well, Well! What have we here? Billie, we done found ourselves a real prize, a real blondie beauty queen." "Mick, you're right. This one we can fuck after we take her money." The one called Billie produced a wicked looking knife and said. "Lady if you don't want me to cut you right here, git your ass back in the alley outside!" Tanya calmly looked over the two punks. They were both fairly small men, dressed shabbily, with the look of having been losers all their lives. The knife, however, looked new and very deadly. She let herself be escorted into the alley behind the bar . Mick moved toward her. "Hand over your purse, blondie. If you have a lot of money and give us a real good fuck, we might not cut you!" he said. His rod was already standing at attention. She reached out to hand the purse to Mick when suddenly her booted foot shot out and slammed into his groin with a sickening thud. Mick groaned and rolled up in a ball on the alley floor clutching his wounded testicles. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! Billie, regaining his composure, said "You bitch! Now I'm going to slice you up! We're still going to fuck your raw and take your money, but then I'm going to cut your tits off!". He leaped at her with the knife in his right hand. He slashed at her, nicking her hand as she jumped back to avoid the knife. She glanced down at the small cut running across the back of her hand. She said nothing, just looked straight at Billie. After a staring contest that lasted less than a minute but seemed much longer, she said "Now you're in trouble. Now you've pissed me off!". Billie leaped at her again. She stepped inside the arc of the knife and blocked it with her left arm. To Billie, it felt like hitting a limb on an oak tree, it was big, hard, and didn't budge. She reached across with her right hand and grasped the wrist of his knife hand. Now using her blocking arm as a base, she snapped the knife hand down across it. Billie's wrist broke with a loud snap and the knife fell from his nerveless fingers. She retained her grip on his arm and whipped him face first into the brick wall of the alley. Billie's face hit it, and he bounced back falling on the alley's asphalt floor. There was a big cut on his forehead, his nose was bleeding and there was a big gash on his chin. He looked up at the woman with fear in his eyes for the first time. She took hold of his shirt and pulled Billie to his feet. She slammed him back against the alley wall. Mick was beginning to stir around so she briefly released Billie, pivoted and kicked Mick's head like a field goal kicker trying to win the game with a fifty-yard kick. Mick flipped over, and lay still. She turned her attention back to Billie. "This is your lucky day, arsehole! Normally I would bust you up good, but I don't want to get your blood all over my new leather dress. So instead of turning your face into hamburger, I'm going to give you a quick demonstration in gut punching. You look awfully soft to me. I think I'll have a little bet with myself, which will you do first, puke or pass out? And don't try to run. If I have to chase you, I'll be even more pissed and your beating will be much worse." While she was explaining the facts of life to Billie in her low, musical Norselandic , voice, she removed her leather jacket she was wearing and carefully placed it on some boxes that were stacked nearby. When she turned back to Billie he gasped in disbelief. He knew now he was in deep trouble. Billie had never seen muscles like hers in his entire life, male or female. Her shoulders were two boulders that sprouted from the armholes of her dress. The Blonde smiled and flexed for him. "This is why you're in a lot of trouble!" she growled. ANY COMMENTS TO NORSELANDIC@HOTMAIL.COM