JIMP#17: The Lollipop Lady 
By Jimp
Are you tough enough to handle the stick skills of a Lollipop lady?. One tough guy is left out cold, another cries over his busted balls.


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The following story contains descriptions of sex and violence. If this offends
you or if you are under the legal age of consent in your country do not read
on. Any likeness to anyone dead or alive is purely coincidental.

(c) JIM P 2010

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"Look to Anahita" that was what the letter said [JIMP#15]. However Sir
Humphrey was adamant that the statue that I had discovered at Bristlingdown
manor [JIMP#13] represented the Hindu goddess Durga. We had been at
loggerheads for months, I was certain this was a clue from factions within the
mysterious Amazon sisterhood although I could not fathom out why they had
revealed it.

It was Professor Dupont who decided to end the debate by bringing in a
colleague from Cambridge specialising in ancient Indian studies. Dr. Helen
Lewis was a slim-built woman in her early 30's with a pleasant freckled face,
rosy cheeks and shoulder length brown hair with a fringe. "How wonderful!" she
exclaimed at the sight of the ebony figure taking pride of place in the newly
built strong room. "The resemblance to Durga is striking". Sir Humphrey gave
me a wink. Annoyed, I turned towards the statue. The undoubtedly female figure
stood upon a three-stepped plinth in front of a large vertical ring around
which were placed stylised flames pointing outwards at regular intervals. "The
Ring of Fire! How odd. This is usually associated with Shiva" Helen said
noticing my gaze. "You didn't mention she was naked. How bizarre" she
continued. There was no doubting the figure's sex with the anatomical detail
on display. The enormous thrusting breasts that would topple any real woman
were a dead give away.

Unlike a real woman, she had 8 arms, 4 either side of her body arrayed in
different positions holding various weapons. I could make out:

1. A bow and arrow

2. An axe

3. A sword

4. A trident like spear

5. A club

6. A disc or small shield

"The arms illustrates her multiple abilities as goddess of life & death, love
and justice. She was supposedly stronger than every other deity" Helen
lectured us. "I only see symbols of war" I said. Helen bit her lip frowning.
The remaining arms ended in:

7. A closed fist

8. An open palm

I touched these in turn. "Skilled at unarmed combat too. Deadly woman" I said.
"Um I've never seen that before. I would have expected a flower or some other
symbol of life" Helen remarked leaning close. "And the big muscles?" I asked.
"What?" said Sir Humphrey. "The musculature is distinct and highly unusual.
The idealised woman was depicted with a large bosom indicating fertility and a
full figure indicating wealthy eating". That was putting it mildly, the artist
had given the goddess thick arms with large clearly defined muscles, strong
forearms and in several cases big bulging biceps. This contrasted strikingly
with the huge pointy breasts and tiny waist. I noted that the sculptor had
even inscribed what appeared to be abdominals on her stomach. "The artist had
a good understanding of human anatomy" I said. Helen gave a nod still frowning
"Incredible workmanship" she murmured.

The legs were similarly muscled. One was raised in a traditional Hindu dance
pose with her thigh outwards, knee bent and a muscled calve pointing down with
a slight inwards angle. "Four legs!" Helen gasped, "Hindu deities only have
two". "Could it be Anahita?" I asked. She shook her head. "The Persian
goddess? Unlikely, they didn't make images of their deities until around the
5th century BC and even then they had the normal complement of limbs" Helen
replied. "I told you Jim, it's clearly Hindu" Sir Humphrey said. "No, not
Hindu" Helen pondered, "There is commonality behind the two races. They both
originated from the Aryan communities near present day Iran" Helen told us.

"Look to Anahita" I murmured. Maybe the clue was more literal. I asked John,
one of Sir Humphrey's bodyguards, to help me lay the heavy statue carefully on
its side. "What are you doing man?" Sir Humphrey cried. The underside of the
base was plain apart from a central group of small indented white dots in
groups of 3, 9, 7 and 5. "A maker's mark perhaps?" Sir Humphrey asked. "None
like I've seen" Helen replied. "I think it's a key" I exclaimed. Everyone
looked at me as if I were mad. I explained, "Professor Dupont said the diary
of Lord Gerald Symthe-Jones is written in an Avestan Language". "The
Indo-Iranian connection again" Helen put in. "Yet some sections seemed to be
gibberish". The professor nodded. "I bet they are encrypted with this sequence
as the key" I said. "Even if that were true, that still doesn't tell me how to
decode it" the professor replied. "There must have been a code book or a
portable decoder which Lord Gerald carried around" I answered. "What would
such a thing look like?" Sir Humphrey asked. "I've no idea, an ancient looking
mechanical object. I would guess it would be circular with dials where you
select the symbol to be encoded or decoded and somewhere to read off the
result. Oh, and knobs or levers to input the key that altered the encoding".
"Don't recall ever seeing anything like that" Sir Humphrey replied. That
wasn't what I wanted to hear.

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"Phroar!" Scott exclaimed as a motorbike slowed down and stopped as the
Lollipop lady stepped into the road to stop the traffic to allow children to
cross. Behind the helmeted leather clad rider, rode a helmeted schoolgirl. She
wore the local uniform of a light blue blazer over a white blouse with a
blue-black diagonally striped tie with a pleated blue tartan skirt and short
white socks. Most of the girls like the bike rider wore light tan coloured
tights. "Oh my god look at that! Look at that! Oh that is incredible" Scott
was practically drooling as he leered and pointed at the girl. Ted Hawkins
could see why, the girl's short skirt flowed like a fan from the tops of her
full thighs showing them off as they pointed along the sides of the bike with
her calves bent back towards her footrest. They were thick meaty strong
looking thighs with curvy hamstrings and thick calves. Even Ted stood
mesmerised admiring the legs on show until Scott's voice intruded. "Orrr I
want some of that!". "Pack it in Scott. You're drawing attention to us" he
hissed moving in front of him to block his view.

For the last quarter of an hour they had been waiting by a University staff
car park, the top of which fronted a road. It was far from ideal but they had
been following the Doctor for several days studying her daily patterns and
this was the best of a bad bunch. At 8am there were just the occasional
children using the alley beside the car park as a shortcut to the nearby
junction. Ted was confident they could grab her and force her down the steps
to the service room below an adjacent building before anyone was the wiser.
"Ohhhhhhh" Scott moaned. Bike girl had driven off but the older girls were
driving him to distraction with their skirts so short that he was surprised
they weren't expelled. A few minutes ago, one had dropped something and her
miniscule skirt failed to cover her backside as she bent to pick it up. Ted
had to physically restrain Scott from giving a helping hand in a manner the
girl wouldn't have appreciated. Ted noticed the latest object of Scott's lust,
a particularly buxom girl whose developing bust heaved under her blouse like
two large ferrets fighting in a sack. "Oh god I'll give that a good seeing to"
he moaned. "Pack it in Scott. I'd thought you'd have learnt your lesson from
the last time you perved after little girls" [JIMP#5] Ted scolded. "She's at
least 16 maybe 18. She's legal" Scott replied watching the girl bounce past.
"You're old enough to be her father. Now pack it in because here comes the
good Doctor, punctual as ever".

They watched as Dr.Lewis parked then got out. "Phroar nice arse. Nice legs
too" Scott murmured. Helen was wearing a green T-shirt with grey shorts and
trainers. "I have to agree. If you're a good boy, maybe I'll let you give her
a bone" Ted said as they walked towards the Doctor as she retrieved her
briefcase and various books from the boot. Closing the rear hatch door then
locking it with her key fob, Helen turned and bumped into Hawkins. "Oops. I'm
so sorry" she apologised. Glancing at the tall hulking man with his brutish
scarred face, Helen blanched and looked away. An obnoxious man with a large
freckled face wearing glasses fixed up with plasters around the hinges leered
at her. Helen had a gentle passive nature but had an overwhelming urge to
smash her fist hard in the middle of his face. "Excuse me gentlemen but my
students are expecting me" She said trying to keep calm. Ted answered "Not for
another hour Doctor Lewis. There's no need for alarm, we just want you to take
a little stroll with us". "Yeah then I'm gonna give you one" leered the odious
one. "That's enough Scott" snapped the thug "Doctor I promise that you won't
get hurt as long as you tell us all about Bristlingdown". "Please leave me
alone. Somebody please help upph". Ted cupped his large hand over the Doctor's
mouth "There's no-one here to help you Dr.Lewis. Tell us what we need to know
and you'll be on your way". "Maybe it's in here" Scott snatched Helen's
briefcase out of her hand, causing the books she was holding to fall to the
ground. Scott brought his face so close to Helen's; she could feel his foul
breath on her skin. "I bet you go like the clappers NNNNNNNNNGH".

Ted frowned at Scott who had dropped the briefcase and was standing with his
mouth moving silently and his eyes screwed up. "What're you playing at?" he
said. Then he noticed Scott's hands at his groin trying to push down on the
end of a rubber tipped pole. "What the?". "Leave her alone" a low slightly
gravelly female voice commanded from behind the distraught man.

It was then Ted saw the Lollipop lady. She was tall, possibly 6'2" and medium
built. Her shoulder length sandy hair was curled and swept back from her brow
and over her ears. On top of her head perched a white cap with a black brim
and a light green band around the base with a central black area with her
badge of authority. Eyes of hazel framed by thick natural eyebrows stared hard
at him atop a long slender nose and average mouth and dimpled chin. Ted
thought that she was probably in her late 50's but had a good complexion with
no wrinkles or signs of sagging. She wasn't bad looking probably what you'd
called handsome.

"Release her or I'll mash your friend's balls to paste". She emphasised this
by tapping the lollipop pole twice hard against Scott's groin, giving a
glimpse of the wide alternating bands of yellow and black, before it rested
between Scott's legs. "Owww please no" Scott cried in anguish, his face bright
red with tears rolling down his cheek as his hands pushed ineffectually
against the pole stuck in his groin. With his hands still clasped around
Helen's mouth, Ted moved slightly to his right to better appraise this
unexpected heroine. The woman wore the traditional fluorescent yellow coat
with deep pockets and two horizontal silver reflective bands. The coat was
open, revealing a white blouse covering quite large low-slung breasts. Below
this she wore a black knee length skirt with tan coloured nylons covering her
shins and black low-heeled shoes.

"Go ahead. Do you think I really care? Now shove off and mind your own
business. We're having a private conversation" Ted said as Scott frantically
shook his head. However Ted hadn't reckoned on Helen drawing inspiration from
her saviour. Channelling her fear, Helen slapped her hands on Ted's broad
shoulders and drove her knee hard into his groin. "Ugghnnn" The effect was
devastating, Ted's eyes bulged and his mouth dropped open in a look of pained
surprise. Helen felt excitement and strange sensations of pleasure as she
watched the hulking brute crumple before her. So much so that she had to do it
once for more good measure. Ted felt his shoulders pushed up and looked in
surprise at the fierce determination and excitement blazing in the Doctor's
eyes. That look was so strong that he actually flinched before he felt her
knee ram so hard into his bruised balls that he felt his feet leave the ground
"Unnngh". There was a loud groan of boyish voices mixed with childish cheers.
Through bleary eyes, Ted saw a small crowd of children watching from the
alleyway.

"Beautifully done dear. Are you okay?" the Lollipop lady asked. "Yes. Thank
you" Helen replied, quickly scooping up her briefcase with one suspicious eye
on Ted who knelt in agony cupping his groin groaning quietly. "My books!".
"Don't worry dear, I'll deal with it. Now go and phone the Police". "I'm
Margaret by the way" she added.

Scott felt relief as the pole was withdrawn. He slumped to the ground
caressing his aching balls moaning. Looking at the ground as his breathing
eased he saw a pair of shoes enter his view. He followed the shoes up long
shins then upwards to see the Lollipop lady standing over him with her legs
astride like some modern day colossus. The lollipop pointed down at him as
though she was some ancient goddess giving commandments from upon high. The
brightly painted circle of fluorescent yellow with a fluorescent red border
left after-images as it waved in front of his eyes. 'STOP' it said in large
bold black letters underlined thickly, I'd wish somebody would stop her, Scott
thought. The lower half of the lollipop showed a shadow girl as if walking
across a road leading a small boy by the hand, I bet her skirt isn't halfway
up her arse he thought sourly. "While you're down there pick up the lady's
books you pig" Margaret the Lollipop lady demanded in an authoritive voice.
"Can't be arsed. Leave me alone" he whined nursing his throbbing balls. The
pole twirled in the air above his head and came down hard on his lower back.
"Oww!". Scott fell forwards onto his hands and knees. He reached to soothe his
back, dimly aware that the woman had walked around to his rear. The pole
slammed between his legs from behind causing a new wave of pain to explode in
his abused groin. "ARGGNNNNhhhh!". More groans of sympathy from the boys. "Be
quick about it pig-face or I will ram this where the Sun doesn't shine" she
ordered. Despite the intense throbbing pain in his nuts, the sting on his back
and shamefaced with the jeers of the watching children, Scott forced himself
to gather together the books. "Bitch!" he mumbled under his breath. "What was
that?" his overseer demanded as she strolled to his side. Scott yelped in
fright as the pole flicked threateningly towards his groin, causing him to
almost drop the books. "Put them on top of her car, pig-man" she instructed.
Scott got to his feet, his eyes flickering nervously to the pole in her hands
and did as he was told.

As Scott turned back to his tormentor he nearly jumped with fright. She stood
side-on to him with her feet apart and knees slightly bent. The lollipop pole
was held with both hands across her waist with the blunt rubber tipped end
towards him. She stood confident in a fight stance a picture of power and
strength that made his groin twitch for reasons he couldn't understand. Behind
her he saw Ted wink and slowly get to his feet. Still wincing at the ache in
his balls, Scott knew that he had to keep the woman distracted. "Where did you
learn to do that?" he asked. "The Salvation Army. It's very handy for dealing
with inconsiderate motorists and piggy scum like you" she replied.

Maybe it was the look on Scott's face, maybe a reflection in his glasses or
maybe she heard a soft footstep behind but in one swift movement Margaret had
driven the end of the pole deep into Scott's gut then turned spinning it then
hammering the same end into Ted's mouth. Fluidly the pole is lowered then
propelled into the centre of his chest, his gut and groin all in one quick
motion. Before Ted had time to react he found the bright yellow circle slammed
against his face like she was swatting a fly.

Bent double trying to regain his breath, Scott looks up at the cheers to see
that the crowd of children had grown considerably bigger. He looks away and is
horrified to see Ted getting trashed. Knowing he has to do something and
trying to ignore the new pain in his gut, he rushes the woman from behind
while her attention is on Ted who is bent double with his hands to his face.
Turning her face towards him, Margaret calmly plants the blunt end of the pole
on the ground and leans forwards. In the blink of an eye Scott saw her skirt
and coat falling back as she raised a long shapely leg bent at the knee and
fired her foot back so powerfully into Scott's stomach that he is lifted off
his feet and is slammed into the car behind him, setting off its alarm. "Don't
try and touch what you can't handle little pig" she taunted. Scott slumps
against the car so severely winded he thinks he's about to black out.

Ted takes advantage of the distraction makes a grab for the pole, but Margaret
snatches it away before he has got a firm grasp. Like a Bushido warrior, the
woman in the bright yellow coat and cap swings her staff around in a low arc
and upwards to strike Ted's solar plexus. Scott wets himself as he sees the
agony on Ted's face, his mouth gasping as he folds at the knees and waist. He
wanted to cry out a warning but he couldn't get the air into his lungs as the
statuesque lollipop lady raises the pole overhead like a gladiator and
hammered it down against Ted's nose. The children cheered loudly as the blood
sprayed. "Cool this is better than Dynasty Warriors!". Scott screamed
noiselessly as the woman stepped towards him and swung the metal circle into
his face. More blood, more delighted cheers.

"Get along to school now. It's all finished here". Damn right it is thought
Scott turning bright red as he desperately gulped small amounts of air into
his lungs. The car alarm still blaring its shrill cry behind him was
deafening. The constriction in his chest starting to ease as he breathed
raggedly, he sensed movement and looked up. Oh god no!. The demon lollipop
lady was standing before him with a strange look of excitement in her eye,
licking her lips as if she were about to devour him and her nipples standing
large and erect under her blouse. "shshh shh" he wants to beg her to stop but
he still can't inflate his lungs enough to speak. He tries to move sideways
along the car to get away, but she comes close, raises a long leg and plants a
foot on his right collarbone. Breathing more rapidly but shallowly, Scott
couldn't avoid looking along the sexy shapely calve pinning him against the
car, along the magnificent expanse of inner thigh to her crotch. Despite his
situation, he felt himself going hard. She smiled letting his eyes adore her
for several moments before saying "Going somewhere little pig?". In
desperation Scott swings his left hand towards that erotic vertex between her
legs. Ooooohh sounds of disapproval as Margaret steps back with a look of
horror at the violation, her hands clasping the front of her skirt. "Copped a
good feel there didn't I?" he gasps with a satisfied smile. Snatching the pole
from her whilst she stood in shock, Scott starts to swing the circular end
like a ping pong paddle. Children gasped, some of the younger ones started to
cry as the sign batters their Lollipop lady around the head and body. Wiping
the blood from his nose and controlling his breathing, Ted watched in
amazement as the wimpish man drove back the tall woman with her own lollipop.

Scott's revenge died as a blow towards her head was caught by her hands. They
struggled against each other trying to gain control of the weapon. Margaret
made several attempts to ram the pole into Scott's bruised gut but he held on
tight and resisted the movement. Suddenly Ted grabbed the woman's upper arms
from behind enabling Scott to free the pole. With an evil grin on his face,
Scott swung the metal circle edge on between Margaret's legs. There was a
collective intake of breath from the observers and a restrained squeal from
Margaret. Even Ted was shocked as he tried to keep the woman from bending.
Laughing in short rasps Scott reversed the pole and start batting her around
the face. "For F sake Scott just punch her lights out then we can go before
the cops arrive" Ted shouted. The lollipop swatted her face again causing a
nosebleed in addition to a bloodied lip and cut brow. "Here grab hold of her
and let me". Ted tried to pass the wriggling woman to Scott but she slipped
out of Scott's grip. Ted tried to catch her but she ducked low, scooped up the
pole and spun to face them. "You prick Scott. Now she's armed again" Ted
hissed carefully watching the bruised and bloodied woman with the pole poised
for combat.

Ted was a professional, he had pulverised men much bigger than this prancing
lady and her stick. "I'll draw her attention and you grab her from behind. Pin
her arms, don't let her use that stick" he hissed to Scott. Slowly Ted circled
the woman who just turned her head to follow him. As soon as he'd got to a
point where she couldn't watch Scott and him at the same time, he lunged. The
pole spun and shot towards his face, but Ted was anticipating this and raises
both his arms trapping the advancing stick. Quickly shifting his arms down, he
grabs hold of the pole with both hands and pulls. "It's no use. Give it up
lady. I'm stronger than you and you know it". He can feel her grip starting to
slip. Suddenly Scott grabs her upper arms from behind, the pole being snatched
by Ted and flung to the ground. Ted steps forward and raises his large fist.
"Say goodnight sweetheart". Twisting from side to side in Scott's arms, Ted is
about to deliver the knock out punch when he gets an eyeful of sexy strong
thigh as she raises it against her body bent at the knee then blasts her foot
into his face. There is a loud cheer as more blood sprays into the air.

Scott is horrified to find himself on his own holding a wildcat as she bucked
and struggled to break his grip. He feels her bump her backside into his
crotch then press into it as she bends sharply and he goes flying head over
heels.

Ted is fuming, he charges at Margaret as she throws Scott. Sensing his
approach, she deftly drops to one knee and stretches out the other leg to her
side. For a second Ted is baffled until he sees the pole swing around low
towards the sides of his calves. He feels his feet swiped out from under him
and falls on his side against the tarmac. The tall woman rises from her crouch
and drives the pole behind her like a punter on the river, catching Scott, who
is just rising, in the groin to the accompaniment of groans and cheers as he
falls to his knees.

Hawkins has hardly gained his feed when he is bombarded with a barrage of
blows to the sides of his head, shoulders, arms and chest in a blur of day-glo
yellow and black before striking him between his legs. Loud groans from the
boys. As he sinks slowly towards his knees, he sees the blur of the pole once
more as it hammers into the side of his neck. Scott watches in horror as Ted
crumples loosely to the ground.

"I called the Police ages ago where are they?" Scott hears Helen's voice.
"This is Cambridgeshire not London, they'll probably be here in half an hour
or so if they can be bothered" answers Margaret. "Please stand back, I need to
teach this pig not to hit women between the legs". Terrified Scott turns to
run, but a double-handed sweep lift his legs forward high out from under him
and he lands heavily on his back. There's a cry of pain as his back slams into
the hard tarmac, glasses skittering off underneath a car. A shadow moves
across him. Scott looks up to be confronted with a view all the way up beneath
the woman's skirt. Despite the pain and the fear, he is turned on by the sight
of her pantyhose covered crotch atop her glorious leggy pillars. A hand
stretches towards the stiffening bulge in his trousers. "We'll have none of
that here, you filthy pervert!". Repulsed at the grotesque man looking up her
skirt with a growing erection, Margaret spins the lollipop pole and hammers it
into his balls. There is a strange high-pitched scream from Scott's lips, his
face a red mask of excruciating agony. The groan from the watching boys is
genuine as their groins throb in sympathy.

With his torso rocking back and forth, Scott desperately tries to push away
the pole crushing his balls. A solid looking calve appears close to his face
as the ball busting Lollipop lady plants her foot on his neck pushing his head
to the tarmac. Looking into his eyes she says, "You deserved that, you odious
creep". With the jeering of the children in his ears and tears streaming down
his face, Scott feels completely humiliated by this fearsome woman as she
stands over him asserting her dominance. Margaret looks like a victorious
warrior in her cap and bright yellow coat standing supreme over her fallen
opponent, her weapon of destruction upright and violating his masculinity, her
foot upon his neck. "That's what you get for messing with a woman" she says.

Some of the boys are shifting uncomfortably at the sight of all this display
of female power and supremacy. Some are repulsed and embarrassed that two
grown men, one of them a huge tough looking bloke, have been so easily
destroyed and humbled by a mature Lollipop lady. Others feel their faces
burning as they feel a strange attraction towards this magnificent goddess of
road crossing safety; some of the older boys are awkwardly holding bags in
front of their trousers looking shamefaced. A few are casting nervous glances
as girls talk aloud about trying that out on the boys at playtime with some
poles from the gym.

Ted can hear sirens in the distance, no doubt stuck in the rush hour traffic
in the ancient city. He is tough, he has to be in his line of work and quite
capable of taking blows that would fell most other men but he has never had a
fight like this. He needs to take out this bitch quick and get himself & Scott
out of here. Ted focuses on working himself up, forcing himself to remember
the public humiliation this woman, probably a mere housewife, had inflicted on
him in front of a group of children. He wants to be angry, knowing that the
adrenalin will temporarily blot out the pain. Psyched up, Ted approaches
cautiously from behind. As he nears, he sees her strong calves as she poses
with one foot on Scott. Ted is surprised to find that his groin is twitching.

A chance reflection in a car windscreen and Margaret turns and crouches ready
for combat. The striped pole spins in a blur and lashes towards the man's
chest, but Ted is ready and blocks it again. Gaining a firm grip he pulls the
stick. Man and woman struggle for supremacy. Suddenly the tall woman twists
her arms trapping Ted's own against each other and the pole. Stepping smoothly
around forces Ted to follow awkwardly. Margaret lifts her arms, Ted wincing as
his trapped arms are forced up, and then swings them in an arc. Ted is thrown
head over heels to land heavily on his back on the ground. Ted looks up to see
the woman in the bright yellow coat standing over him about to drive the end
of the pole into his face when Scott tackles her from behind.

"Well done Scott" he says getting to his feet as Scott struggles to hold the
much taller woman. Margaret tries to free her arms but Scott is hanging on
like a terrier. "Let's get this over with then we're out of here". Seeing Ted
raise his fist and unable to use the pole, Margaret pistons her foot back
against Scott's knee. "Arrgh" Scott screams releasing the woman. Ted swings
but his target moves, his fist scoring a glancing blow across the top of her
head. "Don't mess with the Big Boys love. You'll only get hurt" Ted sneers as
she stumbles away clutching her head. "Just keep still and it will be all over
with in a flash" he says as he follows her. Margaret keeps backing away trying
to put some distance between her the approaching danger. He laughs as she
backs into a car but his laughter dies as he sees her running towards him.
"What the F?". Using the Lollipop stick like a pole jumper, the tall woman
vaults into the air. Ted gets a fleeting view of her crotch and long legs
hanging in air, one bent at the knee the other rising towards him before a
foot pounds into his face. The children go wild at the spray of blood as Ted
falls, out cold even before he hits the ground.

Scott wets himself again as the she-devil in yellow turns to face him. "Time
for you to learn never to grab a woman, little pig". "No no please I'm sorry
please he made me do it" Scott is sobbing. Holding the pole horizontally in
front of her, Scott sees the woman lunge towards him. Instinctively he grabs
the pole with both hands to stop her slamming it against his chest, only
realising too late that this is what she wanted. Trapping his hands with her
own, he sees the woman fall backwards away from him forcing him to lean
forward. Scott feels her foot slam into in his balls as she pulls him down
towards her. Just as he thinks he is about to fall on top, her leg straightens
& he feels himself hurled several feet away with a push of her powerful leg
against his bruised and battered groin. Wow! Awesome! This is better than
Ninja Warrior 4! I want to be a lollipop lady when I grow up and kick ass!

Pain lances up Scott's back as he lands heavily on his back, the jolt forcing
him to expel air in a rush. He balls really hurt badly, his back hurts, he
wants to go home. Then he hears the Police sirens getting louder and sees the
woman approach. "Sounds like your ride's nearly here little pig". Panicking
Scott scrambles to feet and makes run for it towards the crowd of onlookers.
Without his glasses Scott just makes out a blurred image of a schoolgirl
moving to block his escape, her intentions clearly signalled as she makes as
if to kick a football. Scott is running too fast to avoid her, he tries to
swerve but he's too close. Running man's groin and girl's swinging foot
collide with a resounding thud and Scott crumples to ground screaming in
agony.

Sobbing uncontrollable with the intense stabbing pain and from the shame of
being brought down by a schoolgirl, he feels someone forcing his arms behind
his back then hooking them over something hard. "Stand up little pig". The
Lollipop lady!. Scott is shocked to find that he can't free his arms even
though they are not restrained. "Up I said". Scott feels hands grip his chin
and a knee in the pit of his back. Weeping openly, Scott is in no mood to
argue. With the jeers and applause of the brats burning in his ears. Scott is
marched over to a car close to the prone figure of Ted Hawkins, just as the
Police cars arrive. Scott cries with relief that the torment will soon be
over.

****

I had been with the Professor examining Lord Gerald's diary, when we heard the
shocking news about the attack on Doctor Lewis.

We met up with her the following day and although she was a still a little
shaken, she assured us that she was all right. It was disturbing to find out
we were in some way responsible for the incident because we had involved her
in the examination of the statue. However Helen made it clear that she in no
way blamed us & that as this was an important archaeological find, we had been
right to call her in.

A few weeks later, I received a call from Detective Michael Jenkins. "Bad news
Jim" he told me. "We were forced to let the bastards go.

The orders came from above. The Criminal Protection Society said we didn't
have enough to hold them on and that their clients were attacked. After all
most of the witnesses just saw a lollipop lady beat up two men". It was
disappointing but hardly surprising in this day and age. "Any idea who hired
them?" I asked. "No, they wouldn't talk. Demanded to see their big league
lawyers from London who advised them not to say another word. I've no idea how
small time thugs like those could afford those lawyers, they normally only
work for the banks".

"So we don't know they are?" I asked. "One was Ted Hawkins, used to work as
Cole's bodyguard". "Any relation to Arthur?". "Younger brother". "Interesting.
Arthur was Sir Nigel's butler then worked for someone called Sir Anthony
Jones" I replied. "Didn't get anything out of his accomplice. Spotty looking
git. Kept breaking down crying about Lollipop ladies and his balls. Had to
send him to hospital with a severely ruptured groin".