Rape !
By M.C.
An arrogant college football star learns how it feels to be a helpless rape victim.


" And now for your mid-term assignment class," Dr. Ruth Walker began," you're
all to write an essay  - no less than 2,500 words - on the subject of rape,
with an emphasis on how the victim of such a violent violation feels. Your
papers will be due at our next session; one week from today."

"Jesus Christ," Rodney Morgan, the star running back on the university's
football team, thought to himself. " This Woman's Studies course was supposed
to be an easy three credits - just sit in class and listen to the lectures.
Now they're actually making me do something...an essay no less. What kind of
shit is this ? "

"Excuse me Dr. Walker."

" Yes, Mr. Morgan."

" The coach told me that this course didn't require any real work, that all I
had to do was sit in class and listen to your lectures. Now you tell me I have
to write a 2,500 word essay by next week ? "

Ruth sighed to herself. " Well Mr. Morgan, what can I possibly say ? It seems
as if you have been misinformed. This is a course on woman's studies which -
if you had bothered to read the syllabus - you would have known that there are
two requirements. In addition to my lectures which you - no doubt - find
boring as hell, there is a mid-term essay on a subject relevant to women. I
have chosen the subject of rape; specifically the victims of rape which are -
as I'm sure you're well aware - primarily women. And the second is a final
exam covering all of the material we've covered during the course of the
semester. If these requirements are too difficult for you, then my suggestion
to you is to just take an ' incomplete' for this course...and we all wish you
the best."

There were giggles heard throughout the classroom when she said this. Except
for Rodney all of the students in the class were female. Rodney enrolled here
because he thought it would be an easy three credits and he might even get to
meet some 'foxy chicks'. As one of the stars on the football team, he assumed
that he would have simple classes; i.e. - courses that didn't interfere with
his football practice in the afternoons and his carousing at night. Receiving
an incomplete now would mean he's not a full-time student and might make him
ineligible to play football for the rest of the season; something the 21
year-old N.F.L. hopeful simply couldn't afford to do. But what irked him even
more at this time was that this woman was actually going to make him *do*
something. Didn't she know that this simply wasn't the way things worked
around here ? He came to this university to play football, was he also
expected to study ?

" I am truly sorry Mr. Morgan, but if you can't complete the assignment on
time I'll have no other choice but to give you an incomplete on your mid-term
exam. You may be a big, important football player on this university campus,
but in my class you're just another one of the students; and will be treated
accordingly. I'll expect you to hand in your completed assignment on time next
week just like everyone else...or be prepared to suffer the consequences."

" But we've got a big game coming up a week from Saturday. How in the hell
am I ever going to write about this rape nonsense before then ?  All because
of this stupid essay, I might lose my eligibility to play football...and we
might lose the most important game of the season."

" Be that as it may Mr. Morgan, in my classroom 'student-athlete' isn't an
oxymoron. There are many female athletes here who are no less dedicated to
their sport then you are to yours and yet I have never heard one single word
of complaint from any of them. This university has granted you a complete full
paid college scholarship here, something that most of the other students would
give their right arms for - all because you're good at football. Unfortunately
for you, you're also required to attend classes.  Don't forget, it was you who
chose to enroll in my class, not me. I will not lower my standards and bend
the rules just because some self important jock believes that the rules that
apply to everyone else don't apply to him. If you learn nothing else in my
class, Mr. Morgan, you'll learn that you're no better than anyone else. And if
the price of that lesson is the loss of your eligibility to play football
here, then so be it."

" This is pure BULLSHIT ! " Rodney retorted angrily. " This school has a
chance to win the conference title - something it hasn't done in nearly twenty
years - and you're going to jeopardize our chances to do so all because of
some stupid essay on rape ?  Why the hell don't you girls just own up and
admit  the truth ? You love it. Rape is just an excuse you use after you have
sex with somebody; either to explain to your parents what happened or to
extort money from the guy you had sex with. It's all a sham."  Nearly all of
the female students groaned when he said this.

" I take it you've never been raped then Mr. Morgan," one of them called out.

" You've never been physically overpowered by a member of the opposite sex and
forced, against your will, to have sex with them ? " another chimed in. The
questions were - of course - rhetorical.

As the altercation in the class threatened to get out of control, a large
and well built girl sitting in the back of the room raised her hand.

" Yes Lisa."

" Dr. Walker, I believe the problem here arises from the fact that Rod - as a
big, strong, tough football player - has absolutely no idea what it feels like
to be a helpless victim; the way most women feel when they're accosted by a
more powerful man and forced to have sex with him. Perhaps if we could find a
way to *enlighten* him to the woman's plight - to see things from their
perspective - he might be a bit more, well, sympathetic towards the subject of
rape. He might then be able to write a decent  essay on the subject."

" That's an interesting suggestion Lisa...did you have anything specific in
mind ? "

Lisa smiled." As a matter of fact I did, Dr. Walker. I thought that, perhaps,
I could help Rodney do some *research* on the subject of what it's like to be
a helpless victim - to be physically overpowered by more powerful member of
the opposite sex and forced to have intercourse with them against their will."

The two women looked at each other for a moment and a knowing smile passed
between them. " Very well then," the instructor said after a pause." Rodney,
I'm going to assign Lisa here to assist you with your mid-term assignment. I
sincerely hope that, with her help, you can come to a better understanding of
the way women feel regarding the issue of rape - and can become more
sympathetic to it. Best of luck to both of you...class dismissed." As Lisa
exited the classroom she looked again at her teacher; and winked.

" So Lisa, when do you want to meet in the library so we can finish
this idiotic assignment of ours ? " The arrogant football star asked as they
stood outside in the hall.

" Actually Rodney, I wasn't thinking about the library," Lisa answered with a
warm smile." I had a completely different location in mind to do our research;
something more...intimate."

" And where would that be ? " Rodney inquired; his curiosity (as well as other
things) now becoming aroused.

"  Well, I'll have to show you Rodney. What time do you finish football
practice today ? "

" Around 3:30 in the afternoon."

"Good, about the same time I finish my basketball training. Why don't we meet
outside the weight room, say around four ? I'll show you where we'll conduct
our research for this project of ours."

" Four it is then," Rod responded with a grin. Lisa was not only
the star center of the women's basketball team, but also one of the most
beautiful girls on campus. She was very well built, extremely athletic, had a
beautiful face and long blond hair that fell nearly to her waist. She was the
object of almost every jock's desire and Rod truly felt that he had read the
signs correctly. If so, then she would soon be his...as well as bragging
rights. Had he been paying closer attention however, Rodney might have noticed
Lisa's strange smile as they parted.

At around four that afternoon, Rodney Morgan and Lisa Simmons - two of the
university's outstanding athletes - met in front of the weight room. " Follow
me Rod," Lisa said with a smile," I have the perfect place where we can do our
research on the subject of rape." The wink she gave him indicated that his
impressions were indeed correct...research into rape was the last thing they
would be doing. As Lisa had just finished her basketball workout, the tall
college junior was still dressed in her shorts and sweatshirt; her long,
pretty blond hair was tied back in a ponytail. Still, Rodney thought, she
looked beautiful. He followed her down a flight of stairs which led the
basement; his anticipation growing with every step. When they reached the
bottom, Lisa took out a key from her pocket and unlocked the basement door."
Here is where we'll work on our assignment Rodney...in private." With smiles
on their faces the two athletes entered.

The basement was nothing more than a very large room used for the storage of
equipment that was not needed at the time. As it was seldom used, Lisa knew
that, down here, she and Rod would be free to conduct their business
undisturbed. As one of the outstanding female athletes at the university,  she
had no trouble getting the athletic director  - Dr. Susan Watson  -  to let
her use the room. Rodney entered first, followed by Lisa. When they were both
inside, Lisa closed the door behind her...and locked it.

" Why did you do that ? " Rod asked...as if he didn't know. 

" I just want to make sure we aren't disturbed while we're conducting our
research down here Rodney," Lisa answered with a wink. " Are you ready to
begin ? "

"Sure," he grinned," and just how are we going to conduct this *research* of
ours ? "

" Well," the large girl responded with a grin of her own," since we're
researching the subject of a strong person physically overpowering a weaker
one and then forcing them to have sexual intercourse against their will, why
don't we begin by me kicking that arrogant, pompous ass of yours...and then
raping you ?" As the six foot one inch, 200 pound girl began to approach the
six foot three inch, 230 pound football player, the grin vanished from his
face...as did hers.

" Just what in the HELL are you talking about Lisa ? " Rodney asked, confused
to say the least.

" Rod honey," she calmly responded," I'm supposed to assist you in
understanding how a woman rape victim feels after she's been overpowered and
then violated by a stronger man. How else can you write an
authoritative report about a rape victim if you have absolutely no idea how
the victim feels ? So I've brought you down here for the purpose of beating
the crap out of you...and then raping you. That way you'll understand why your
arrogant statements in class today were so offensive to all the women there.
You'll also learn how it feels to be the weaker sex for a change. Most of the
women on campus don't  appreciate the way you and some of the other macho
jocks grope them; they're just too intimidated by you guys to say anything
about it. I believe that once you've been subjected to a sexual assault -
like  the one I'm going to subject you to now - you'll understand exactly how
it feels. Perhaps you'll even modify your behavior towards women from now on."
As she spoke, the large, strong girl slowly began to approach Rodney. As she
did so, she began to pound her right fist hard into her left palm; the sound
reverberated throughout the room. Although Rodney stood a good two inches
taller than she did, and outweighed her by some thirty muscular pounds,
Lisa didn't seem to be too concerned. " Rodney," she continued in a calm
voice," let's begin our research shall we. "

" Lisa, this is bullsh...",  " POW ! "  that's all Rodney had a chance to say
before Lisa's powerful right fist made contact with his jaw. The force of her
blow snapped his head back. " THUD !," she then sank her left fist deep into
his stomach. " CRACK !," a solid right uppercut to his jaw and the 21 year-old
girl sent the star fullback flat on his back.

" What's the matter big boy," Lisa giggled," am I too tough for you ? "

" In your dreams you bitch," Rodney screamed as he rose to his feet," you're
going to regret you did that for a long time to come."

" Those are tough words Rodney...let's see if you can back them up."

The strong, macho athlete then charged forward, hoping to smash the girl that
had just flattened him so easily. Lisa danced up and down on the balls of her
feet like a boxer as he approached, her long blond ponytail bouncing back and
forth as she did. She seemed to be completely without fear. Rodney threw a
wild right hook which the surprisingly quick girl easily ducked under. As he
now left himself wide open, Lisa slammed her rock-hard right fist into his
stomach again and quickly followed that up with several lightning fast left
jabs to his head. A hard right cross to his jaw and the stunned boy found
himself on the floor again." Oh come on now Rodney," she teased," can't you at
least make this interesting for me ? "

Again he rose and attacked her, throwing wild punches. Lisa easily avoided or
blocked them all. As the room was rather large, the nimble girl had plenty of
space to maneuver around in. In addition to being a well-conditioned athlete,
Lisa has studied martial arts for over ten years and holds a second degree
black belt in Tae-Kwon-Do. The ability to shatter boards with her hands and
feet gave her the confidence to face up to almost any challenge. After
she knocked Rodney down yet again with solid roundhouse kick to his head, Lisa
calmly walked over to a large stack of wrestling mats and placed several on
the floor." This is for the second part of our research honey; the part where
I get to rape you," she laughed.

" Like hell you will," Rodney growled as he got to his feet again. Lisa was
still placing the mats on the floor when the large, angry boy approached her
from behind. Either Lisa didn't seem to notice him, nor care if she did.
Rodney cocked back his fist and prepared to slam it into the unsuspecting
girl. But when he was only about three feet away from her, Lisa suddenly
backed up and jammed her right elbow hard into the pit of his solar
plexus." Trying to sneak up on me eh," she laughed," well tough guy, it looks
like you need to learn a lesson in fair play too."

Temporarily stunned, Rodney backed up several steps. Lisa, after finishing to
place the mats down on the floor, then sprung into attack mode. The beautiful,
athletic girl now began to literally take the arrogant jock apart with her
amazingly quick - and strong - punches and kicks. Rodney was completely on the
defensive now; he was reduced to just to trying to avoid her blows. As the
fight continued however, her well placed fists and feet began to get through
with greater and greater frequency. " Gee this is fun," Lisa giggled as she
battered him all around the basement," we should come down here and do this
more often; tee, hee, hee." After a few minutes, Lisa forced the larger boy
back into one of the corners. As he was unable to escape her now, the powerful
girl continued to hammer away at him. Rodney stood there trying to protect
himself as best he could but Lisa's blows were coming in much too fast. Though
she had the ability to do great damage to him had she have desired to do so,
Lisa was, in fact, pulling her punches. Her purpose was not to destroy the
pompous jock but to teach him a lesson. And then there was the big football
game to consider. If she beat him up too badly, Rodney might not be able to
play and that would surely hurt the team's chances of winning - as well as
Rodney's chances in the N.F.L. draft. Lisa wasn't a cruel person by nature,
she just felt Rodney needed to be taken down a rung or two, and that's exactly
what she intended on doing.

In the midst of pounding him, Lisa suddenly turned around and grabbed Rodney's
right wrist with her right hand and his left wrist with her left. She
then pushed him back into the corner and forced his arms up against the walls;
he was too badly shaken by now to offer much resistance. Slowly, the beautiful
girl began move her curvaceous body back and forth while she held the large
boy helplessly pinned in the corner. " Do you still want my body, Rodney ? "
she asked. " Do you still want to caress me like you obviously thought you
were going to do when we came down here ? Do you still want to have sex with
me ? " After about a minute of this teasing, Lisa released his wrists and
turned around to face him. " Let's see now, where were we ? Oh yes, now I
remember; I was in the process of kicking your ass, wasn't I ? " 

" WHAM !," Rodney's head snapped back as he was hit by her powerful right
foot. How, he wondered, could this possibly be happening to him ? How
could he, Rodney Mason, the star running back of the university's football
team, be being beaten up so comprehensively by a girl - a girl who was
giggling and teasing him all the while ? " You really are a disappointment
Rodney," Lisa laughed as she smashed her fist into his already swollen jaw," I
was expecting a much tougher fight than this. Hell, there are 15 year-old
girls in the karate class I teach that can kick your ass in but good." She
lands another hard punch to his stomach. " You're pathetic." Another hard kick
to the side of his face sends the now completely beaten Rodney to the floor
again. This time he doesn't even try to get up. This time he just lays there,
staring at the ceiling in shock.  " Awww, poor baby; was the little girl
too rough and tough for you ? " Lisa now stood over him, smiling with her
hands on her hips. She puts her right foot on his chest and flexes her
muscles." Maybe I should invite all of the girls from our class to come down
here and see this."

" Please Lisa, no more," Rodney began to plead with uncharacteristic humility
as he lay on the floor. " You win, don't hurt me anymore; please ! "

" Hurt you ? Why I wouldn't dream of hurting you tough guy ?  What with the
big game coming up and all. Dr. Watson would have my head if I were to be the
cause of your not being able to play; and you know how she feels about
fighting on campus. This was all just part of our research Rodney. And now
that I've proven to you which one of us is really the weaker sex, it's time to
begin the next part - me raping you. Get on your feet tough guy...NOW ! "
Slowly, the large, battered boy got up. " Now lover boy, I want you to remove
your clothes and lie down on the nice comfy mats I prepared for us."

" Lisa please," Rodney begged, fighting to hold back his tears," you've made
your point, there's no need to continue with this; I...I understand now how
women feel."

Lisa walked up to Rodney and stared him squarely in the face. Even though he
was much larger than she, and outweighed her by some thirty pounds, Lisa knew
she had absolutely nothing to fear from him; she had completely broken his
spirit. " Like hell you do ! " she scowled as she slapped him hard across the
face, " you don't understand shit !  All you understand is that I beat the
crap out of you. You haven't been violated... yet." Lisa continued to slap the
helpless boy back and forth across the face until he broke down and began to
cry. She then grabbed him roughly by the collar of his shirt and yanked him
down until they stood nose-to- nose. " Now listen to me macho man, either you
take off your clothes and lie down on the mats or I'm going to continue to
kick your ass in...football game or not; dig ? "  After he nodded, Lisa
released the sobbing boy. Slowly, Rodney began to remove his clothing. "
That's a good boy," Lisa said in maternal tone of voice; then she added
firmly," now get your butt down on the mats ! " Meekly, the once powerful
football star - a person who only a half an hour before thought himself on top
of the world - did as he was told. Lisa then removed her clothes and
approached the prostrate form of her victim." Well Rodney," she giggled,"
it's now time to begin the *fun* part of our research; tee, hee, hee."
The beautiful woman - her strong and muscular body now fully exposed to the
helpless man - then laid down beside him.

With her strong right hand, Lisa began to playfully fondle his penis. As she
did so, she also wrapped her left arm around his neck and yanked him close to
her; she then began to kiss his swollen lips. Rodney, having been so
completely beaten in their fight, offered no resistance whatsoever...he was as
docile as a kitten in her masterful hands. Lisa knew he was powerless against
her, and took every opportunity to remind him of that fact. " Well crybaby,
now we'll see how you like being the weaker sex for a change," she teased.

 " Please don't do this, Lisa. I said I was sorry about what I said in class,
and I won't grope the female students anymore; I promise. But please don't do
this to me."

" What's the matter honeybunch ? Not twenty minutes ago you were dying for my
body, couldn't think of anything else. Well, here I am. How come, all of a
sudden, you don't want me anymore ? Is it because I beat you up ? That this
little girl kicked the mighty Rodney Morgan's ass in ? That you're not in
control anymore ? Poor baby. But I'm afraid I can't stop now. You see, I want
this big, strong gorgeous body of yours and - since I've just proven to you
that I'm tougher than you are - I'm going to take it; and there's nothing you
can do about it, is there ?  So just relax handsome and feel what it's like to
be in the hands of a superior woman."

For the next several hours Rodney lay helplessly on his back while the
powerful girl had her way with him. Whenever his masculine pride tried to
reasserted itself, Lisa simply batted it down - either with a hard slap
across the face or a right hook to his jaw. She would then tease him for being
such a wimp. Lisa never let him forget the fact that she was in control;
complete control. The macho football star was forced to accept this simple
fact, that he was being totally dominated and sexually abused by this girl,
and he was nothing he could do about it; just like any rape victim.  As the
afternoon wore on, the powerful girl would find other ways to pleasure herself
at his expense - like sitting on his face or forcing him to lick her pussy. To
further add to his humiliation, Lisa even made Rodney kiss and caress her ass.
And always, she reminded him of who was in control.

" So honeybunch, how does it feel to be sexually abused by a superior woman ?
" Lisa asked the humiliated Rodney as she sat on his chest; his head trapped
between her massive thighs. She grabbed him firmly by the hair and began to
rub his face up against her pussy. " Let's feel that tongue of yours again,
macho man. Yes, that's right. Oh, that feels soooo good. Don't you just love
being the weaker sex Rodney ? Love being completely dominated by a girl ? I
could keep you down here all night if I wanted to. In fact, I could even make
you my 'love slave' and bring you down here whenever I get the urge." Lisa
giggled at the thought of using this pompous, arrogant jock solely for her
sexual pleasure. She had to admit - to herself at least - that the thought of
having him at her beck and call aroused her in a way that she had never been
aroused before. Having beaten him up so easily, Lisa could force him to
service her whenever she wished. After all, who was he going to tell ? His
friends ? His fellow football players ?  His coach ? The police ? How could
the mighty Rodney Morgan ever admit to anybody what Lisa was doing to him down
here ? That she had physically overpowered him and was forcing him to be her
sex slave ?

Lisa knew very well that he would never tell anyone; the shame would ruin him.
He was hers for the taking, if that's what she wanted. After climaxing for
the fifth time, Lisa smiled down at the crying boy beneath her. She had
totally humiliated him - both physically and sexually - just the way a *real*
rapist would have done. She had taught her arrogant classmate how a woman
feels when she's been sexually assaulted; she had taught him a lesson he will
never forget. Lisa also felt the power of dominating him, of having complete
control over him. Although she found the fact that she could subdue and
humiliate him anytime she wanted to very erotic, Lisa also found it
disturbing. After all, just because she was more powerful than he was, did
that give her the right to abuse him; like a rapist ?  Wasn't she
acting hypocritically ? These were the thoughts that began to circulate in the
mighty girl's mind as she gazed down again at the sobbing, humiliated boy."
Rodney," Lisa said softly," I think our research is over. I hope you have
enough material now to write a fairly good report on how a victim of a rape
feels. If not, we can continue to study the subject in greater depth."  Not
surprisingly, he choose not to.

The two athletes slowly got to their feet and began to get dressed; not a word
passed between them. Rodney, humiliated beyond belief with tears in his eyes,
simply stared down at the floor. Lisa, proud of what she had accomplished,
smiled. When they were fully clothed, Lisa walked over to the still weeping
boy and put her muscular arms around him. Gently, she began to rock him back
and forth." Rodney, I know this hurt you - both physically and psychologically
- but I felt it was a lesson you needed to learn. You have my word that I
won't tell a soul what happened down here between us - and I know you won't;
it'll be our little secret. There is, however, one thing I am going to insist
that you to do..." After she told him - and he reluctantly agreed - Lisa
unlocked the basement door and the two of them quietly walked up the
stairs...each lost in their own thoughts.

One Week Later

" Good morning class," Dr. Ruth Walker greeted the students of her Women's
Studies course with a smile. " Today, before we begin our lesson, I have a
surprise for you. Mr. Morgan would like to say a few words to the
class...isn't that right, Mr. Morgan ?

The large boy slowly rose from his seat and paused. As he stood there, he felt
a pair of strong fingers pinch his rear end; then heard the sounds of several
girls giggling behind him. Rodney made his way up to the front of the room and
turned around to face his female classmates. In a quiet and subdued voice he
began to speak. " I would like to apologize to all of you for my arrogant
outburst here last week. It was wrong of me to say those things about rape. I
just didn't understand at the time how it felt to be physically overpowered by
a stronger person and forced to have sex with them. It's both a humiliating
and degrading experience and I'm sorry I was so insensitive about it. I would
also like to apologize to those of you that I groped. I realize now that it's
wrong to behave in such a manner and I promise I'll never do it again." With
his head bowed, the mighty Rodney Morgan returned to his desk. Ruth and Lisa
looked at each other...and winked.

As he sat down at his desk, Rodney felt those strong fingers coming from the
desk behind him again. This time, however, they gently patted him on the back.
" You were a good boy up there honeybunch," he heard Lisa say," I'm proud of
you. Got any plans for this Saturday night after the big game ? " Rodney shook
his head. " Good," Lisa smiled," then how about dinner and a movie ? "  He
knew better than to decline her offer. It may have sounded like an
innocent request but he dare not refuse the girl who had dominated him so
easily; not unless he wanted to make another trip down to the basement -
something he definitely didn't want to do.

" O.K.," he said after a short pause.

Lisa leaned over to him and whispered," Don't take it so hard lover boy; our
research is over. Now we can just have fun. Oh, and by the way, I read your
report last night after you fell asleep in my bed (giggles); it was excellent.
I'm sure you'll get a very good grade. You wrote it with both understanding
and compassion. It felt as if you - a strong, tough macho football player -
knew exactly how a woman feels after she's been physically overpowered by a
man and subjected to a sexual assault. Very well done Rodney." She patted him
on the back again.

"Ahem," Ruth Walker grunted as tactfully as she could. " Lisa and Rodney, when
the two of you have finished your private conversation, may I begin the lesson
for today ? "

" Sorry Dr. Walker," Lisa laughed," you can begin whenever you like."

" Why, thank you Ms. Simmons,"  Ruth nodded - the sarcasm wasn't lost on Lisa
- " today we'll begin our lesson with a discussion on the topic of your
mid-term essay...rape; and how the victim feels about it. Rodney, since I've
heard from my sources that you wrote such an excellent report on the subject,
you can go first..."

Epilogue:

When the class was over and the students began to leave, Ruth Walker motioned
to Lisa to come up to the front of the room. " Well Ms. Simmons, it seems that
your *pupil* did quite well on his mid-term project; looks like he'll be able
to play in Saturday's football game afterall."

" Yes Dr. Walker," Lisa laughed," he did a fine job. Our *research* together
paid off very well, and it was fun too." The two women giggled after she said
this.

" Lisa, on another - completely unrelated - topic; it looks like I'll be
needing your help later today. I have a very  important staff meeting
scheduled for this afternoon that I must attend. Would it be possible for you
to teach my advanced Tae-Kwon-Do class today ? "

The powerful built, 21 year-old university athlete looked at her instructor (
and her martial arts teacher for the past ten years ) and responded without a
pause," certainly Master Walker, it would be an honor to take over your
class."

" That's Dr. Walker here," the fourth degree black belt reminded her best
student," 'master' is only in my dojo."

"Yes, of course Dr. Walker. And while we're on the subject of martial arts, I
was thinking of enrolling Rodney in my beginners class. He's awfully slow and
I thought that he could benefit from martial arts training. Faster reflexes
might help him if he wants to further his football career."

" That sounds like a good idea Lisa. But I've seen what some of your girls can
do. Do you think a big, strong macho man like Rodney would agree to put
himself in a situation where he might get pounded by 15 and 16 year old girls
? His ego might not be able to withstand that kind of humiliation."

" Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about that. His ego has taken such a pounding
lately ( Lisa giggles again ) that this probably won't radically alter his
self image...such as it is. His ego was built on a weak foundation anyway;
that size and physical strength are what's important."

" You like him don't you ? "

" Well, he is kind of cute. And once I've 'cured' him of this macho ego power
trip of his, I'm sure I'll find a warm, sensitive, loving man beneath it all."

" Well then, best of luck to you Lisa."

" Thanks Master...err  Dr. Walker."

Lisa exited the classromm and walked over to where Rodney stood; just as she
requested him to." Rod honey, since we both have a free peroid now, why don't
we do some studying together ? " When she saw the look of terror on his face,
Lisa couldn't help breaking out in laughter. " I meant in the library, you
silly boy you."  She gently took a much relieved Rodney by the hand and began
leading him off in the direction of the university library.

Author's note: This is the 100th story that I've written for this site.
Comments and (should there be any) criticisms are welcome on the 'Readers and
Writers' message board. Now, it's on to 200...