Aaron Bonner
 
 
My name is  Aaron Bonner.  I am dictating this into a small tape 
recorder at St. Mary's hospital.  I apologize if I am difficult to 
understand because of my broken nose, broken jaw, and missing teeth.  
All of them make it very difficult to speak.  I have already had surgery 
once for my ruptured spleen, and I am scheduled for reconstructive 
surgery to try to rebuild my face which is currently a mess of broken 
bones, and bruised tissue.  They can't do the surgery until the swelling 
goes down.  When I look back on how I got here it still boggles my mind.  
A woman put me in here.  Yes, a tough, mean, macho man like me, was 
beaten up by a woman.  But she was no ordinary woman, but I am getting 
ahead of myself here.  Let me tell you how I got here. 

I had been drinking all afternoon, when I found I needed to go to Sears 
in the mall to pick up a couple of new tools for the job I was going to 
start on Monday.  This was Saturday afternoon.  I was driving around in 
my new Ford F150 truck, looking for a parking place. The mall was 
unusually crowded and I was having a difficult time finding a place to 
park.  I spotted an old woman getting into her car, so I drove down and 
waited for her to pull out. She was trying my patience because she first 
had to put her stuff in her trunk, then after she got in the car, she 
had to put on her seat belt, and fiddle with the radio first.  Finally 
she was ready.  Just as she backed out of the parking spot, around the 
corner from the opposite direction came a black Firebird with darkly 
tinted windows, and pulled right in to my parking place.  This pissed me 
off!  I pulled right up behind the Firebird and got out of my truck and 
began screaming at the diver, that I had been waiting for that spot.  My 
language was laced with four letter words, and I could see the dark 
window on the driver's side slowly roll down.  A low, husky, woman's 
voice came from inside the Firebird.  She apologized for taking my 
parking place, claiming that she had not seen me waiting, and offered to 
move and let me have the space.  But I was angry and the beer was 
working, so since it was a woman I started all over again, this time the 
words bitch, whore, and slut were the milder terms that I used.  She 
again said that if I would move my truck out of the way, she would give 
me the parking place. Then I made my first real mistake.  I said to her 
"You are lucky that I don't jerk you out of that piece of junk car, fuck 
you up the ass, and make you suck my dick!"  Silence from inside the 
Firebird, then the door slowly opened and the woman stepped out.  But 
what a woman this was!  Her red hair was in one long braid hanging down 
her back.  Her back was extremely wide, topped off with huge muscle 
capped shoulders.  Her arms were mounds of bulging muscle with veins 
that looked like rivers running through them.  I could see all of this 
because she was wearing a plaid halter top.  There were two other things 
that the halter top exposed too, she had a small flat, hard looking 
stomach, and unbelievable cleavage caused by large breasts jutting out 
from the halter top.  She was wearing cutoff denim shorts, with a split 
up the side of each leg.  I could see why they were split, with her 
small waist, that was the only way to get the shorts over her humongous 
thighs.  Her legs tapered down to sleek, hard calves, and she wore black 
socks and black boots that looked like combat boots.  I was awestruck as 
I looked at this magnificent specimen.  "I have heard enough of your 
abuse, so I am keeping the parking space and going in to the mall now" 
she said in that same low, husky voice.  Mistake number two was coming 
up.  "Don't you turn your back on me, you bitch" I shouted as I grabbed 
her by the shoulder and turned her back around to face me. "Is that the 
new two dollar hooker look?" I asked her sarcastically.  I didn't pay 
much attention to it at the time, but a flash almost like an electrical 
shock passed over her eyes. Mistake number three was easy to make, I was 
on a roll.  "If you weren't a woman, I would beat the shit out of you!"  
I continued.  "Don't let the fact that I am a woman stop you.  I beat up 
punks like you for a living" she answered.  I should have paid attention 
to what she said.  She was in fantastic condition with muscles popping 
out from under her ebony skin everywhere.  I was about thirty pounds 
overweight, a lot of that in my belly, from all the beer I like to 
drink.  I fact the beer was working to cloud my judgement.  This woman 
was almost a tall as I was, and obviously in much better shape, but I 
was a macho man, and no woman could stand up to me like this and get 
away with it.  I sucker punched her as she stood there, my fist smashing 
into her face, knocking her down.  "First I am gonna beat the crap out 
of you, then I am going to make you suck my dick!" I said to her. She 
was pushing herself up off the pavement with those two big arms.  A 
trickle of blood was running from the left corner of her mouth where I 
had hit her.  "That's not going to happen." she said.  "If I could stand 
the thought of you doing it, I would make you beg to eat my pussy, 
though" she said to me.  I took another good look at her, she was going 
to be a very formidable opponent.  As she stood up, I began to wish I 
had gotten in my truck and driven away.  "You shouldn't have done that" 
she said in that same low, husky voice except this time it came from 
behind gritted teeth.