The Perfect Match, 
by M. C. 
The strong football hero and the sexy cheerleader - the perfect match. 

This story is actually a 'prequel ' to  'Drunk driving ' - as it takes 
place  one year earlier. 

I've known John since I was in grade school. We want through Jr. high 
and high school together. He was one of those guys that could excell at 
any sport easily.  Consequently, he began to think quite a lot about 
himself - as people who are constantly told how great they are tend to 
do. In high school, he became the star of the football team. With a very 
large, strong body(6'4", 250 pounds) to go with his athletic ability, he 
became a hero at school winning football games almost by himself. He 
could also get any girl he wanted(I always envied him for that). He went 
from girl to girl - never staying with any one for too long. As soon as 
he saw someone whom he liked better than the one he was with, he would 
dump his current girl for the new one. That's how it was for John - 
until he started dating Susan. 

Susan was - quite simply - the most beautiful girl in school;but there 
was much more to her than that. She was a straight "A" student, star of 
the women's gymnastic team and head cheerleader. Everybody thought that 
John and Susan would be the perfect match. In our senior year, it 
finally happened - John and Susan got together. Shortly after they began 
dating , however, I couldn't help but notice a remarkable change in 
John's behavior. One day I was walking past his house and I saw him 
sitting on the front poarch. . . . . . . . crying. He had a black eye 
and a swollen lip. Just then the front door opened and Susan walked out. 
She smiled at John and said in a soft, sweet voice, " I've got some 
errands to run, honey. You think about what we discussed - we'll 
continue when I get back ". I sat down next to John and asked him what 
had happened. . . . . . . . . . he didn't seem to want to talk about it. 

After that, John's behavior changed dramatically. He was nice to people, 
never bragged about himself, he even stopped smoking and drinking. Next 
Friday night I finally got a clue as to what happened. We had just won a 
big football game and John was the hero. He scored the winning touchdown 
in the final seconds. Afterwards, there was a big victory celebration in 
the gym. John, flush with his success, began to drink and became a 
little rowdy - the old John was returning. As we were standing around 
bullshitting, Susan walked up to John and said in her sweetest voice, 
"John, honey, why don't you and I go outside for a few minutes - we need 
to have a little talk ". I couldn't help but notice the change that came 
over John when Susan said this to him. He seemed to get a little . . . . 
. . . scared. 

Even though it was none of my business, curiousity got the better of 
me;I followed them out. As it was dark I hid behind a tree so as not to 
be seen. I'll never forget that conversation. "John, sweetie pie, I'm 
very disappointed with your behavior tonight. I thought we outgrew that. 
" I peeked around the tree and couldn't believe what I saw. Susan, a 
five  foot -  six inch girl was standing on a bench grabbing John, a six  
foot -  four inch 250 pound boy, by the collar. . . . . . and lifting 
him off the ground !!!!! She had a calm smile on her face but John was 
shaking from head to toe.  "It looks as if I'm going to have to teach 
you another lesson, Johnny boy ". John began to plead, beg actually, " 
please Susan. . . . don't. I promise I'll behave from now on. . . . . . 
please don't hit me. . . . I'm so sorry ".  As Susan held him there - 
seemingly without effort - she seemed to be weighing his fate. At length 
she sighed and said,  " very well Johnny, since you were the hero 
tonight, I'm going to give you a second chance. But you'd better be a 
good boy for the rest of the party. . . . . . . . . OR ELSE !!!!". She 
gently put John down. He looked at her and asked meekly , "y-y-ou a-
aren't going to spank me again. . . . . are you"?  "That will depend on 
you, honey, and how you behave from now on. Now, I'm going back into the 
party. I want you to sit out here for a few more minutes and reflect on 
what I just said ". Susan turned and walked towards the gym, leaving  a 
disheveled John sobbing on the bench. 

He never misbehaved again. As I said. . . . . . . . it was the perfect 
match.