The Errand
by M.C.
A mother sends her small teen age daughter out on an errand


"Cindy," the large woman in her mid-forties said as she entered her daughter's
room, "I'm swamped with work and I need you to run an errand for me as soon as
possible; it's urgent."

"Sure mom," her 16 year old daughter replied as she sat on her bed watching
television,"how can I help you ?"

"I need you to go to the bank and deposit these checks before it closes. I
would also like you to make a cash withdrawal. It's Friday afternoon and
you'll have to get there before three; the checks must be deposited today."

"No problem," the pretty blond said," I can leave in two minutes."

"Thanks honey, this will really help me out a lot." She reached into her
purse, took out a $50 bill and handed it to her daughter. "And when you've
finished, you can buy that pretty blue dress you've had your eyes on for the
past month."

A broad smile appeared across Cindy's face when she heard this."That's great
mom, thanks." Cindy took the money and the checks and stuffed them in her
purse."I'm outta here," she said as she left her house and began walking to
the bank. On her way the small, but surprisingly muscular, high school gymnast
thought about how she'd look in her new dress."Perhaps now Greg will finally
notice me," she said to herself. When she got to the corner, Cindy stopped and
paused briefly in front of the house where Greg lived. A very good looking boy
whom she had known (and liked) since she was around twelve years old, Cindy
wondered why he never paid any attention to her. Then, remembering she had an
errand to complete, Cindy crossed the street and continued walking to the
bank. Passing through a near-by park, she noticed a group of boys playing
football...one of whom was Greg. Pressed for time however, Cindy could not
afford to stop and watch."Maybe they'll still be playing when I get back," she
hoped.

Entering the bank, Cindy got on line and patiently waited until there was an
open teller. When one became available she stepped up and said,"I'd like to
deposit these checks and make a withdrawal please." It took only a few minutes
to complete the transactions. Cindy then put the money - over a thousand
dollars - in her purse. As she prepared to leave, the bank teller looked at
her and remarked, "that's quite a lot of money for a little girl like you to
walk around with all by yourself. Are you sure you'll be all right ?"

"I'm sure nothing will happen," the five foot-one inch, 110 pound girl replied
and added with a wink, "nothing that I can't handle that is. Thanks for your
concern though." Cindy gave the teller a strange smile as she turned around
and left the bank. So wrapped up in thought about the pretty blue dress she
was planning on buying, Cindy didn't even notice the two large, tough-looking
men who left the bank at the same time as she did and began to follow her.

After a short walk, she entered a large department store and took the elevator
up to the women's section on the sixth floor; still paying no attention to the
men shadowing her. They pretended to browse around the floor as Cindy tried on
the blue dress. Satisfied with the fit - and the way she looked in it - the
happy teenager made the purchase, put the dress her purse and walked back to
the elevator. Pressing the button to go down Cindy waited,
completely oblivious to the two large men that were now standing directly
behind her. When the elevator door opened, the three of them went inside
together; the men nodded at each other as they entered.

Patrons waiting to use the elevator watched the lights as it began it's decent
from the sixth floor.  Five...four...three...and then it stopped - much longer
than you'd expect if people were just getting on or off. Several times
shoppers on the ground floor waiting to use it pushed the button, but to no
avail; it appeared to be stuck. Just as they were about to call maintenance
and report the elevator problem, it began to move down again; two...one...and
then the doors opened.

The waiting shoppers were greeted by the pretty smiling face of a small 16
year-old girl. "Sorry to keep you all waiting," she calmly said as she exited
the elevator. The patrons stared in shock as they watched her emerge; dragging
two large and badly beaten men behind her. Holding each one by the back of his
shirt collar, the little girl seemed to have no trouble dragging the
semi-conscious men over to the security guard who stood at the entrance of the
department store. She laid them at his feet."These naughty men tried to rob me
in the elevator," Cindy said in a sweet voice,"please do whatever you do to
people like this." Before the stunned guard had time to react, Cindy left the
store and began making her way home.

She thought about how her appearance in her new dress might affect Greg as she
walked."Maybe this will do the trick." When she reached the park, Cindy
noticed that most of the boys that were playing football had already left.
There were, however, three that seemed to be hanging around; Greg and two
others. Her errand completed, Cindy began walking over to where the three of
them stood. As she approached, she heard them shouting in loud,
angry voices. They appeared to be having an argument of some sort; about what
though, she couldn't tell. Suddenly, the two boys - both very big and strong
(they were starting players on the high school football team) - attacked Greg
and began  punching him with their fists. As they were each well in excess of
200 pounds, to Greg's 175 or so, it wasn't much of a fight...it was more like
a massacre. While they were pounding him, the boys heard a female voice from
behind them say," well well, what have we here ? Two against one ? That hardly
seems fair to me."

Turning around one of the boys yelled,"get the hell out of here little girl,
this is none of your damn business." To his surprise, not only didn't the
little girl didn't leave, she began to approach them with an angry look on her
face.

"You bullies take your hands off him this minute !" she demanded.

The two boys then began to laugh. "And if we don't ?  What the hell are you
going to do about it you little shrimp ?"

Cindy removed her purse from her shoulder and placed it on a near-by park
bench. She then took out a rubber band from one of her pockets and tied her
long, beautiful blond hair back into a ponytail. "I'll show you what I'm going
to do about it," she said as she walked up to them,"but don't forget, I warned
you didn't I ?"

The five-foot one inch, 110 pound girl approached one of the boys who stood a
foot taller and weighed well over 100 pounds more than she did. Reaching up,
she grabbed him by the front of his sweatshirt with her left hand and, with
her right, grasped him around the belt buckle. Seemingly without effort,
Cindy lifted the surprised boy off the ground and raised him above her head in
her outstretched arms. "You two bullies have been bothering the kids at school
for way too long," she said as she held him up in the air," it's about time
somebody taught you both a good lesson." With that, the amazingly strong girl
threw him at his friend, knocking them both down.

Though stunned, neither was hurt. They quickly got to their feet and -
consumed with rage - began to close in on her; fists clenched."Greg, be a dear
and please watch my purse for me while I deal with these two toughies," Cindy
said in a soft, sweet voice. Then, turning back to the boys who were now only
a few feet away, she growled,"O.K., it's time to teach you naughty boys some
manners."

The first one to reach her, Bob - the one she tossed - threw a punch. To his
surprise, Cindy put up her small left hand and caught his fist in mid-air. As
she did, Jeff - his friend - also threw a punch...which the amazing girl
caught with her right hand. She then began to squeeze their hands with her
incredible strength. It wasn't long before both boys began to cry out in pain.
"Oh, poor babies," Cindy teased," is the 'little shrimp' too strong for the
big, rough, tough football players ? Tee, hee, hee."

"Let me go," Bob began to shout,"you're breaking my hand !"

"Oh dear, and we wouldn't want to do that now would we. Then what would you
use to hit the smaller, weaker kids like Greg ?" The pressure she was applying
forced both Bob and Jeff to their knees and nearly brought tears to their
eyes. All the while Cindy had a calm expression on her face. She looked over
at a very surprised Greg and smiled. Had she have wanted to, Cindy could have
easily broken their hands; such was the amazing strength of this little 110
pound girl. But that wasn't her goal and she released them. Bob and Jeff stood
before her, holding their bruised hands in shock. Cindy looked up at them,
grinning with her hands on her hips."Well now, have you boys had enough ? Are
you ready to apologize to Greg now and stop bullying the other kids at school
?"

Perhaps it was their wounded pride that wouldn't let them see the obvious; or
maybe it was their indignation at having been so easily overpowered by a much
smaller girl; but, for whatever reason, both boys refused. "No fucking
way," Bob blurted out. Jeff bunched up his good hand into a tight fist and
slammed it hard into Cindy's exposed stomach; this time she made no attempt to
stop him. " THUD !" There was a look of shock on Jeff's face as he noticed the
little girl didn't budge; she just stood there smiling at him.

"Very well then boys," Cindy sighed,"have it your way." The next thing Bob and
Jeff knew, the five foot-one inch girl wrapped one of her small but powerful
arms around each of their waists and lifted them both off the ground. She then
began to carry their combined 430 pounds over to the park bench as if they
were nothing more than large stuffed animals. In desperation, they made fists
with their good hands and began to beat on her back; Cindy just laughed. When
she reached the bench, Cindy tossed Jeff lengthwise across it and, with Bob
still draped over her shoulder, sat down on top of Jeff. "My, what a comfy
seat you make Jeffy," she giggled. "I guess what you boys really need is a
good, old-fashioned spanking; so I'm going to give you one."

Ignoring his struggling, Cindy then yanked Bob across her knees and pulled
down his pants; he was helpless to stop her." Maybe this will teach you not to
pick on people smaller than you are." She then began to whack his bare bottom
with her strong right hand. A minute later he was crying like a baby. "There,
there Bobby," she teased,"is the 'little shrimp' being too hard on the poor,
weak boy ?"

"Please stop this," he cried," I won't bully anybody anymore, I promise."
Cindy called Greg over and made Bob apologize to him. After he had done so she
let Bob get up but forced him to watch as she then spanked Jeff to tears.
After he too apologized to Greg, Cindy gave both of them a stern lecture about
how she expected them to behave from now on. She then marched both boys over
to the edge of a small duck pond in the middle of the park. In yet another
amazing display of her strength, Cindy lifted Bob up above her head again,
held him there for a few seconds and then tossed him out at least ten feet
into the water. A few seconds later he was joined by Jeff. "Ta-ta boys,"Cindy
giggled, "it sure was fun." She left both Bob and Jeff in the pond, crying in
their pain and humiliation.

"Well," Cindy said as she smiled up at a totally stunned Greg,"I don't think
they'll be bothering you for awhile. If either they or anybody else does
though, you be sure and let me know about it, O.K. ?" She  walked back to the
bench and picked up her purse. "Come Greg, I'll walk you home."

For a few minutes they walked together in silence. Greg, because he was still
trying to come to terms with what he had just seen this incredible girl do and
Cindy, because - quite simply - she didn't know what to say to the boy she had
a secret crush on for the past four years. It was an awkward moment for both
of them. Finally, just before they reached his home, Cindy reached over and
gently grabbed Greg's hand...and he spoke.

"Cindy, that was the most amazing display of strength I have ever seen. How on
earth can a small girl like you possibly be that strong ?"

A smile now graced the beautiful face of the blond supergirl. "Well Greg, it's
a rather long story."

"That's O.K. Cindy, I've got plenty of time."

With her heart fluttering - this was the first time Greg ever paid any special
attention to her - they entered his home and sat down on a couch; and Cindy
began...

"I was born premature, two months early. As I child I was always small, weak
and sickly; the doctors didn't even think I would survive my childhood. My
parents looked everywhere for a solution but couldn't find any through
conventional medicine. Then one day - when I was nine years old - a strange
woman visited our home. She said she was doing research on genetics and might
be able to help us with my condition. She stipulated that it had to be kept a
secret; no one was to know. Though wary, my parents by this time had just
about given up hope of my ever becoming a normal child; so they agreed to let
her experiment on me. Once a week, usually late at night, they would drive me
to the university's science lab where this woman would inject me with some
sort of serum. She never told us what it was but, within a few weeks, I began
to feel stronger, much stronger...stronger than I ever felt in my life. The
*treatments* continued for about two years, until...

" One night the woman didn't show up. As she never left a phone number, my
parents didn't know how to get in touch with her. The next day we heard on the
news: "Dr. Mary Stewart, a brilliant scientist in the field of genetic
research, was fatally injured last night in an automobile accident on her way
to the university..." and just like that she was gone. But she did leave
behind a legacy...me. Whatever it was she was experimenting with, it increased
my physical strength many times. Though I always remained small, by the time I
was twelve I could easily lift the front end of my father's station wagon off
the ground; by fourteen, a small truck. In my estimation, I have at
least twenty times the physical strength that a girl my size should have;
maybe even more.

"Which presented both my parents and me with a dilemma - what to do with my
unusual 'abilities' ? Should I become a professional football player ? As a
running back I'd be practically unstoppable, I'd smash through anyone who
tried to tackle me. A boxer ? How do you think the world would react to a five
foot-one inch, 110 pound teen-age girl who could easily beat up the
heavyweight champ ? I didn't want to become a curiosity, a freak. That's why I
took up a 'safe' sport like gymnastics. All I want is to have a normal life,
like every other teen-age girl. You know, shopping at the mall with friends,
being one of the group...having a boyfriend. Do you think I can have that kind
of life if all the kids knew I was some sort of supergirl ?"

Cindy paused after she said this and looked down at the floor. Then she felt
Greg's hand gently grasp hers." Cindy, I...I didn't know about any of this. To
me you were always just the little girl down the block. I'm...I'm sorry."
Another awkward moment of silence followed. Finally, after what seemed like an
eternity, Greg leaned over and gave her a kiss."Cindy, the third part of 'The
Lord of the Rings' just came to the cinema at the mall and I really want to
see it tonight. Would you like come with me ? Perhaps we could also have
dinner before it begins."

It was only with the greatest amount of restraint that the small, pretty girl
with the superhuman strength was able to keep from screaming out loud...those
were the words she had dreamt of hearing for a long time."Yes Greg," she
replied softly,"I'd love to see it with you; and dinner sounds great. I have
just the thing to wear too. And now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back
to my mother; I have to finish my errand. As he was walking her out of his
house, Cindy bent over and picked up a thick iron bar that was lying on the
ground.

"Pick you up at six Cindy ?"

"Yes, six sounds good," she said as she effortlessly bent the bar into a
circle and placed it over his head; then added with mock sternness,"and I
wouldn't be late if I were you."

At six o'clock sharp that evening Greg knocked on the door to Cindy's home.