Hidden Talent

[The attached story is a fantasy.  That is to say it is one of my fantasies.  If this 
isn't your fantasy that is fine.  But DON'T write and tell me why you didn't like 
the fantasy or the situation.  They are what excites me and I don't expect them 
to impact you the same way.  DO write and tell me where the writing sucks, or 
where you would have done something differently to improve the story - I am 
trying to get better at this.  I am not a professional writer, although I'm told the 
only difference is that I don't get paid for this.  If you like stories of women far 
stronger and more skilled than the men they meet, you may find some 
enjoyment in these stories.  Many of these stories are extremely violent, 
explicit, and graphic in nature.  You must be over 18 to read this.]

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Warning:  Strong sexual content, language, and violence may offend some 
readers
(I'm serious, this one's kind of nasty)

    I'm writing this as a means to cleanse my soul.  By this I mean that I feel 
responsible for creating the situation, and to all the men that She hurt and will 
hurt - I am truly sorry.  With Her combination of looks and strength there is no 
telling how many men She could ravage.  Look what She already did in just 
one night.  Maybe Mother Christian can teach her how to control her 
"abilities", whatever the hell that means.  Not that I trust that damn fortune 
teller any more than the woman who used to be my girl friend.  If I had never 
brought Her here maybe none of this would ever have happened, well I'm 
getting ahead of myself.  I know I should do something about it, but I don't 
know what.  It's not like anyone is going to believe my story, they'd lock me up 
if I said She was responsible for .... everything.  And heaven knows I'm not 
going to DO anything drastic.  Besides, after the things I've seen ... who knows 
She might just be bullet-proof.  Besides, a part of me (God help me) likes what 
She does.  As I started to organize my thoughts for this account, I became 
physically aroused reminiscing about what I saw her do.  Well, I better start at 
the beginning (where else are you going to start?).

    I met Tina just over a year ago in a club.  To say she was beautiful is an 
understatement.  Even gorgeous is not sufficient to describe the impact she has 
on men, so I'll simply state that she was the most visually stunning woman I 
had and have ever laid eyes on.  Along with every other guy in the club, I 
watched her move out on the dance floor.  She was about 5'7" with curly, dark 
hair that framed her exquisite face.  Her eyes were blue and piercing.  She had 
a gaze that made you feel as if she could look right through you - nothing could 
be hidden from her glance.  Perfect features and full, luscious lips completed a 
perfect face.

    As perfect as her face was, her body drew even more attention.  She had a 
hard, athletic body that was full of curves.  Large, full breasts with no sign of 
sag bounced to the rhythm as she danced.  Her trim waist and hard stomach 
were obvious in the skin tight outfit she had on.  Her legs were large, tan, and 
developed.  A dancer or gymnast I thought as I watched her move.  Her whole 
body was hard.  Muscles were obvious but she wasn't huge like a bodybuilder.  
On her the muscles only enhanced her sexiness.  And the way she moved!  
Confident and graceful, she knew we were watching and she wanted to put on a 
show.  I was hard just watching her, not something that ordinarily happened to 
me.

    I'm not sure why but she liked me the moment we started talking.  I am good 
looking, in good shape and usually have little problem picking up women, but 
she just appeared so perfect and unattainable.  Out of my league, maybe out of 
everyone's league.  As we talked I realized she was as sweet as she was 
gorgeous.  I was in real danger of love at first sight.  I learned that she was a 
model.  She had appeared in many exercise magazines and even some 
commercials.  I remembered seeing her in an ad for a health and fitness club 
after she mentioned it, a picture of her in a bikini is enough to give anyone 
motivation to work out.  She had also appeared in one of those 30 minute info-
mercials for exercise equipment and had even been in some music videos.  She 
did quite well.

    We dated regularly after that night.  The sex was amazing.  I had always 
thought I was good in bed, but she was better.  I learned something every time, 
and her energy was never ending.  She was so incredibly sexy, she could get me 
up again and again with her looks and technique.  At times she just plain wore 
me out.  I loved her body it was so hard and firm.  Her muscles bulged as we 
fucked and the feel of her body against mine alone was enough to get me going.  
Outside of the sex we enjoyed each others company, worked out together, and 
began to form a real solid relationship.

    After we had dated for a few months I took her back to my home in Virginia.  
After meeting my mother and seeing the school I went to and all the sites, we 
began to drive back to town.  It's there that it all began to start.

    "Why are we stopping here?" Tina asked as I pulled into Mother Christians 
parking lot.  The large sign showed a large, red hand and said Palms Red, 
Fortunes Told underneath.

    "I can't believe it's still here.  And look she has a new sign," I replied 
eagerly.  "We used to come here all the time when we were kids.  One time we 
painted over all the fingers so only the middle one was left.  We figured if she 
didn't know we were out there then she must not be much of a fortune teller.  
Come on let's go in."

    "Oh I don't go for fortune telling, Jimmy (even though I was 27 years old, 
over 6 feet tall and 200 pounds I still went by Jimmy, not Jim or James, but 
Jimmy.  Maybe it's a Southern thing) it's all a bunch of malarkey," she replied.

    "Come on it'll be fun," I prodded.  Reluctantly she went in with me.

    Inside the decor was wild.  Chandeliers all over and furniture from right out 
of a horror movie.  We went through a curtain and came to a table.  As we 
stood a woman appeared from the other side.  And I mean APPEARED!  One 
moment she was just there.  I was impressed.

    "Nice entrance," I said.  "Are you Mother Christian's daughter or 
something?"  The woman in front was black, attractive and appeared to be no 
more than 25.  She had on long flowing robes that did little to hide the fact that 
she had nearly as nice a body as Tina.

    "I am the only Mother Christian," she replied.  Her voice was full and 
melodic.

    "You can't be, this place has been here long before I was born."  Hearing no 
response I continued.  Whatever, anyway, we want.." I began.
  
    "I know what you want," she interrupted.  "Have a seat children and I will 
tell you what
you want to hear."  Tina was still not sure if she wanted to go through with this, 
but I
got her into the chair next to me across from the woman claiming to be Mother 
Christian.

    Mother then went into the act, or what I thought of as an act, when suddenly 
she stopped and stared at Tina.  "Give me your hands, child," she commanded.  
Tina put her hands in the woman's.  Mother looked up with a surprised 
expression on her face.

    "What is it," Tina asked.  The tone of her voice showed she was concerned.  
I had to admit that I was a little wrapped up in what the old fortune teller was 
telling us.

    "You do not know," Mother Christian began.  "You do not know of the 
power.  I could fell it within you as you walked in.  I thought you only wanted 
to consult me, but I see know you need to let the power out.  Never before have 
I felt such power that was hidden."

    "What power," I asked.

    "Quiet, Jimmy Bradshaw," she barked.  Later I wondered how she knew my 
name, but that didn't occur to me at the time.  The command in her voice 
effectively stopped anything else I was going to say.  "The power is inside you, 
girl.  All you have to do is let it out.  You can accomplish miracles if only you 
believe."  This went on for several more minutes.

    "I don't know what you mean," Tina replied.

    "Yes you do.  You have always known but you have been unwilling or unable 
to tap the hidden reservoirs of power within your spirit.  I can help you."  The 
fortune teller grasped Tina's hands hard and she let out a little gasp.  The 
woman whispered something and a sharp crack rang out in the room and I 
caught a faint whiff of ozone.  Tina recoiled and yanked her hands from the 
woman.  She stood up and backed out of the room a dazed expression on her 
face.

    "What did you do to her," I yelled at the woman.

    "I have set her on the path," was the cryptic reply.  "Go to her Jimmy 
Bradshaw,  your future is forever tied with the girl.  You will always be hers."  
She almost pushed me out the door - and I realized with a start that we had 
never paid anything for whatever had just happened.  I decided to check on 
Tina before the woman came back for her fare.

    Tina was in the car, still with a slightly confused expression.  "What 
happened in there?" I asked.

    "I don't know," she replied.  "I felt something, like an electric shock, but 
much more.  It felt weird, it felt good."  She stopped.  "Let's go, Jimmy."

    We drove and Tina eventually returned to normal.  By the time we got to our 
motel at the beach she acted as if nothing had ever happened.  That night after 
a shower I began to tease her.  I snapped her with a towel and when she came 
at me I danced away.

    "Hey cut that out," she laughed.  I was hypnotized as her naked body swayed 
in front of me.  Her hard muscles flexed as she danced away from my towel.

    "Make me, you're the one with the hidden talents, remember?"  She laughed 
and came at me.  She actually knocked me to the bed and we made love.  Even 
more energetic than usual, she took the top position.  This was not unusual for 
our relationship, but she was especially aggressive this evening.  She snaked 
her legs around my body and pulled my member inside her.  She held my arms 
down on the bed, pressed her breasts into my face and rode me hard.  
Squeezing with her inner thigh muscles and pushing with her legs I almost 
came immediately.  The squeezes started getting harder and faster.  I tried to 
say something but her breasts were pressed hard over my face.  I pushed at her 
arms but was unable to budge her.  As she came her movements became almost 
violent and with one mighty squeeze of her legs I felt my back give and I 
screamed in pain.

    She jumped up immediately and I explained that I had hurt my back.  She 
tended to me the rest of the night.  We gently made love a few more times, as 
she was still able to arouse me through the pain.  She didn't display any of the 
aggressiveness of the earlier bout, but she appeared to always end up on top.

    The next day I could hardly move.  The pain in my back was severe and I 
had several bruises around my waist from her squeezes.  Tina laughed when I 
showed them to her and teased me the rest of the day.  She did massage my 
aches but had many comments on not being up to her lovemaking.  I tried to 
make comebacks but I was mainly concentrating on the pain.  Eventually, I did 
manage to go out a little and we went into a bar out on the edge of the 
boardwalk.  It was kind of seedy, a hangout the navy guys or maybe bikers 
would frequent.  We went up to the bar.

    Behind the bar was a sign, it said
	ARMWRESTLE ED - IF YOU WIN DRINK FREE ALL NIGHT 
LONG!

A man saw we were looking at the sign and asked if I wanted to give it a try.  
The man was huge!  At least 6'6" tall and easily 300 pounds of solid muscle.  
This was Ed, and obviously the bar didn't intend to give away many free drinks.  

    "I'm laid up honey.  Why don't you give the man a try," I teased.  "You're the 
one with all of the hidden talents.  What do you say Ed give the little lady a 
try?"

    Ed laughed and put his arm on the bar.  The muscles bulged as he clenched 
his fist.  To my surprise Tina got up on a barstool and put her elbow on the 
table.  "Let's go for it big boy," she said.  She grabbed his hand and stared at 
the man a look of intense concentration on her lovely face.

    Before I could explain that I was only kidding, Ed laughed and said, "Alright 
lady here it goes."  His bicep bulged noticeably but their arms never moved.  Ed 
appeared impressed and looked at her arm.  Her bicep was bulging as well, 
nowhere near as large as the behemoth's but quite impressive in its own right.   
"Impressive," Ed acknowledged.   Tina never looked up or over but continued 
to stare at the big man's face.

    Over the next few moments Ed's face went through a number of expressions.  
At first he was amused, then perplexed.  His arm continued to bulge but never 
moved from the center of the table.  Sweat began to pour out on his face and he 
began to turn a little red.  This gave way to beet red as he began to grimace in 
effort and his arm began to shake.  Still, Tina appeared as she had at the start 
of the match.  Her arm bulged but there was no outward expression of effort or 
concern on her face.  Ed, on the other hand, appeared as if he was about to have 
a stroke.  What I had at first thought was an act was now a real contest.  He 
couldn't take her down.  He was at least twice her size and he was stuck!

    Then Tina looked over at me, smiled, and looked back at Ed.  The smile 
made me uncomfortable somehow.  It was a predatory smile, not at all friendly.  
As she looked at the big man, she began to push his arm to the bar.  As Ed 
looked on in disbelief, his arm slowly descended until it hit the bar.  Tina held 
it there for a few moments, as the big man looked like he was ready to crawl 
into the woodwork.  "Thanks for the match," she said finally, got up and 
walked out of the bar.

    I was stunned.  What was going on?  "Did you let her do that?" I asked.  

    "No way," Ed grunted.  "She nearly tore my arm off.  I've never felt anything 
like it."  As he talked he rubbed his right arm with his left.  I left after Tina.  
She stood in the street, staring at the wall.

    "What just happened," I asked.

    "I found it," she replied.  "I found the power.  Just like Mother said.  It was 
so easy."  She danced around the street.  "It felt so great!  Like I could do 
anything."

    "What are you talking about?"

    "Come on, I'll show you."  Tina took me by the shirt and basically pulled me 
along.  I had to run to keep up as she led be along the beach to a big dune.  The 
night was warm and she took off her top and skirt and stood only in her panties 
and bra.  Her exquisite body highlighted in the moonlight made me shudder 
with desire.  

    "Grab my arm," she commanded.  She held her right arm out and flexed the 
bicep.  As always, the feminine muscles bulged and showed her large arm.  "I 
said feel it!" she yelled.  Her face was entirely unknown to me, I almost may 
have not recognized her at this point.  

    I grabbed her bicep with one hand and squeezed.  It had always been hard, 
but now it defied description.  The skin was smooth and delicate but as I probed 
with my fingers all I could feel underneath was pure steel.  Engrossed I put 
both hands to the task and was soon squeezing her upper arm with all of my 
might.  I was unable to even make a dent in the muscle as she flexed her arm 
back and forth.  I tried to surround her bicep with my hands and lock my 
fingers.  As she flexed her arm would grow and force my fingers apart.  She 
didn't even appear to be straining, and the expression showed that she enjoyed 
the looks on my face as I probed her muscle.  I had never realized that a 
human's body could be this hard.

    "Are you touching me," she teased, confirming my belief that this was easy 
for her.  "Try to move it."  As she asked, I tried to pull down on her arm as she 
flexed.  I grunted with effort and put my entire body weight to the task with no 
success.  She stood rock still, her left arm on her hip and laughed at me.  "You 
are so weak.  Are all men as weak as you?"

    I began to ask her what she meant when a noise over the dune made me turn.  
I fell off her arm and landed hard in the sand.  As I got up I saw 4 guys coming 
over the hill.  They had on jeans and leather jackets, looked like a group of 
street kids, about 18 or so.  I knew this was going to be trouble.  They looked at 
us and began to laugh.  Tina looked over at them and walked over me towards 
them.

    "Hey mamma, I hoped you saved some for us," one of the toughs asked, 
rubbing his crotch.  "We're hungry for some action."

    "Come to me boys, I have more than enough Power for all of you."  She was 
definitely into this "power" thing and was totally out of control.  The first boy 
approached her and she grabbed his arm and lifted him overhead.

    "HEY!, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" he screamed.  "Joey, Bill, 
teach this bitch a lesson."  Tina had always hated the word bitch and reacted 
badly as the boy said it.  As Joey and Bill clambered over the hill and tried to 
help their friend, Tina threw his body at them.  It flew the 6 feet with amazing 
rapidity and knocked the other 2 men over.  

    "No one calls me a bitch," Tina declared.  "You will learn that the hard 
way."  She approached the boys as they began to get up.  The fourth man had 
gotten behind Tina and grabbed her arms and held them behind her back.  Tina 
looked over her shoulder and smiled.

    "Get her," he yelled as he held her arms.  The other three boys got back up 
and began to rain blows on Tina's chest and stomach.  I could hear the shots 
echoing as they collided with her hard body.  

    Tina laughed,"It tickles.  Come on you have to try harder than that to hurt 
this body.  No keep going it feels good."  The boys had stopped and were 
looking at each other, perplexed expressions evident.

    "Fucking stomach feels like iron," one of them commented.  "What the fuck 
you got in there, bitch?" he asked slamming his fist into her again.

    "I see you still haven't learned," Tina said.  She twisted the boy off of her 
back with a quick movement.  She grabbed the one boy and punched him hard 
in the stomach.  "I", she began as the boy collapsed in pain, screaming.  "am 
not", she continued as she grabbed the next boy and gave him a similar blow.  
"a bitch," she finished as she grabbed a third and deposited him with the other 
two, a single devastating body shot dropping him like a rifle.  The fourth boy 
tried to get away, but she easily grabbed his collar and hauled him back to her.  
She twisted him around to face her and as he tried to block her arms, she 
delivered three hard shots to his stomach.  "That's for trying to run away," she 
commented as she delivered three more shots with her right arm.  The boy's 
screams became moans as she knocked the air from him.  Her left held him up, 
or he would have fallen long ago.  Two more hard punches and she let him fall 
to the ground.

    The boy moaned and retched, puking the contents of his stomach onto the 
sand.  He lay there unmoving as the other three boys began to stir.  "Now," 
Tina said grabbing two of the boys heads with her arms, putting them into 
headlocks.  "What should I do with you?"  She stepped over the third and 
placed her legs around his midsection.  "I can't hear you," she squeezed them 
her muscles bulging even further.

    All three screamed in pain and pawed ineffectively at her body.  She easily 
held them, the one between her legs getting the worst treatment.  "We give up," 
one of them yelled.  "Please stop, IT HURTS!"  Soon their cries diminished as 
she deprived them of air.  The boy between her legs passed out from pain and 
lack of oxygen and the ones in her arms soon followed.  Tina looked at them 
contemptuously and let them fall to the sand.  "You didn't say the right word," 
she laughed at their prone bodies.  "Maybe your friend will have more luck."  
She went over to the fourth boy who was still lying on the ground.  His tortured 
gasps indicating that he was still having trouble breathing.

    "Now," Tina said as she grabbed his collar and lifted him to his feet.  "say 
you are sorry for calling me a bitch."  She drew back her fist, the boys eyes 
went wide in fear.  As I watched, I felt myself grow hard.  This was turning me 
on I realized.  The fact that she could perform these amazing feats and cause 
such fear in the boy, who was a good deal bigger than her, made me hot.  Her 
always gorgeous body looked even more fantastic as her muscles flexed.  
"That's right," Tina said as she watched the boys reaction.  You know what I 
can do.  Now say it before I really get mad." 

    The boy tried, but was unable to get a sound out.  Fear or a lack of air in his 
lungs made him unable to say a word.  He mouthed I'm sorry, over and over but 
Tina appeared to be unimpressed.  "I can't hear you," she said as her fist 
crashed into his midsection.  Again and again she punched until I could hear 
the crunch of bones as she broke him up inside.  I rushed over and yelled at her 
to stop.

    "For Christ's sake, Tina, cut it out, you're killing him."  She ignored me and 
easily avoided my attempts to stop her arm.  Finally, she stopped and let the 
boy drop to the ground.  I bent down to check him out.  He was unconscious, 
blood was coming out of his mouth.  I lifted his shirt and saw a mass of bruises 
across his stomach and chest.  Obviously, he was going to need medical 
treatment.  "Lets get out of here," I said.  The other boys began to move.

    "I'll deal with you later."  Tina walked over to the three boys and grabbed the 
one she had squeezed between her legs.  She lifted him overhead and held him 
there.  Her muscles bulged and I wondered anew at this new found strength she 
had.  The other two boys came around and looked up at her.  "Now you better 
do just as I say, or this happens to you."  She brought the boy down onto her 
shoulders.  Wrapping her arms around the top of his body she pulled down with 
her arms while lifting up with her shoulders.  The result was a high pitched 
shriek from her victim as he yelled in pain.  A loud series of cracks and pops 
followed as she literally tore the boy apart.  This one was going to need even 
more than medical attention, I thought as I winced from the sound of his 
screams.  She let the boy drop at the feet of the other two.  The fear on their 
faces was clear.

    "Whatever you want, lady, take whatever you want, just leave us alone, 
Please."  He almost stuttered as he talked.

    "Strip," was all she said.  The two boys stripped like it was a race.  In no 
time they stood on the stand naked, cowering in front of the woman who was 
half their size.  Tina looked over their bodies, obviously relishing in their 
squirming.  "Now," she commanded, an evil smile forming on her lips, "you 
give him a blow job."  The boy she pointed to stood in shock at what he had 
heard.  "Do I have to teach you another lesson," she asked approaching them.

    "NO!" the boy screamed and jumped at his partner.  Closing his eyes, he 
placed his mouth on the edge of the other boy's penis.  He was well endowed, 
even soft it was about 7 inches long.  He spit and let the penis out of his mouth.

    "Not like that," Tina cried.  "All the way!"  She grabbed the boys head and 
the other ones butt and pushed them together.  The boy reluctantly opened his 
mouth and Tina pushed their bodies together.  He was forced to take the entire 
thing into his mouth as she grabbed his hair and worked it back and forth.  
Similarly she worked the other boy's ass back and forth in a rhythmic motion.  
"Tell me how much you like it," she commanded the boy.

    "It's great," the boy tentatively replied.  Seeing the disappointed (and angry 
look on her face) he tried again.  "Oh yeah," he yelled enthusiastically,  "It feels 
wonderful, don't stop."  He kept this up in similar fashion as she continued to 
work their bodies.  He must have seen a lot of porno movies because his 
performance was straight from one of them.  

    As she continued she told the other boy "When he cums, you better get every 
drop, or I'll be severely disappointed."  The boy was gagging and choking on 
the long member, now erect in his mouth.  Eventually the boy standing, 
stiffened and began to orgasm.  The other boy obediently sucked in all he could, 
some dropping out as he choked and coughed.  Tina looked down at him, a 
stern look on her face.

    "Oh God," he cried, tears running down his face.  "I tried to get it all, please, 
I'm sorry, don't hurt me, I'm sorry," he continued saying this over and over as 
Tina almost tenderly picked him up and cradled him to her chest.

    "That's OK," she said as she rocked him and began to hug him to her chest.  
He yelped in pain as she crushed his body to her.  I'm not sure if she was doing 
it on purpose or if she was so strong that she was doing this unintentionally, but 
the boy screamed in pain for release.  He begged and yelled "I'm sorry," over 
and over.  He flailed in effort but was unable to move and soon even his 
screams stopped, as he fell unconscious.  The last boy stood in awe looking over 
at Tina.  As she dropped the unconscious one and stepped towards him.

    He fell to the ground and groveled at her feet.  She smiled and let him do 
this for several moments.  Reaching down, she placed his head between her 
thighs.  She blew him a kiss and squeezed.  He didn't even have time to scream 
as he immediately passed out.  She let him go and surveyed the scene.  Four 
boys lay on the ground, each in different stages of destruction.  She appeared 
satisfied.

    I stood rooted to the spot, not believing what I had observed.  I realized that 
at some point during this spectacle I had cum in my shorts.  Her muscular body 
and feats had been too much for me.  Tina came over to me,  "Don't you ever 
try to stop me again, do you hear?"

    "Yes," I stammered.  "I'm sorry, it will never happen again."  I was in abject 
fear of what she may do.  Her eyes still looked wild and feral, out of control.

    "That's okay," she smiled.  "Let's go see if Ed is still around."  She went back 
up the beach and to Ed's bar.  The door was closed.  "How about a nightcap," 
she suggested.  Before I could point out that the bar was closed, she simply put 
her hands on the handle and pushed the door in.  The lock broke and we went 
inside.

    Ed was alone, cleaning up the place.  He looked up startled as we entered.  
"Hey, I thought I locked that," he began,  "you'll have to leave folks, we're 
closed."  He walked towards us and Tina beamed at him.

    "Hey, Ed," she bellowed at the huge man.  "How about a rematch."  She 
grabbed the man and basically threw him into a chair.  She placed his arm on 
the table and clutched onto it with her own hand.  Ed grimaced in pain as she 
squeezed.  "Anytime you're ready," she said.

    Ed tried to move her but soon found she was even stronger than before.  He 
stood up and tried to pull his hand loose.  His entire huge body was unable to 
move the smaller woman's super-strong arm.  She suddenly squeezed his hand 
with all her might and shattered the bones in his hand.  I again winced as I 
heard the shattering of bone.  "You bitch," Ed screamed in pain.  "What did 
you do to me?"

    Tina jumped up and lifted the man over her head, she held the big man's 
body easily, walking around the bar.  "I can't believe it, he called me a bitch.  
Won't they ever learn."  Ed was yelling at her to put him down, but Tina 
walked over to the pool table and braced her body.  Going up onto her tiptoes 
she tossed Ed's body into the air.  As he came down she placed her hands on 
the top of his body and pushed down with a mighty motion.  Ed crashed onto 
the pool table, smashing it to the floor, breaking it and probably his own back 
in the process.  "So how about that free drink?" she asked the unconscious 
behemoth.

    As she walked towards the bar two cops came into the bar.  "Freeze," one of 
them yelled.  "No funny stuff and no one gets hurt."  They kept their guns in 
their holsters but had drawn batons.

    Tina laughed.  "Freeze, oh come on, you guys watch too much TV.  And the 
only ones in danger of getting hurt around here are you two."  She slowly 
walked towards the cops, who were confused as to what had happened.  When 
she finished talking she was right in front of the officers.  Almost too fast to 
follow, her hands whipped out and circled the cop's throats.  She lifted each off 
the ground, her arms bulging, but still no real signs of effort on her face.  The 
cops dropped the batons and clutched at her hand.  Both of their hands together 
could not dislodge her one.  They began to gag and cough and turn blue.  Tina 
looked at them, laughed and squeezed again.  Suddenly, two loud cracks one 
right after the other, indicated that the men's necks had been broken.  Their 
necks compressed under her grasp and it was plainly evident that they were 
dead.

    Tina realized what had happened and dropped the cops.  She appeared a 
little nervous and began to look more like her old self.  "Oh God," she 
whispered.  "I couldn't help it, it was so easy.  Why did you have to be so 
weak?"  She continued to babble and retreated into a corner.  Eventually I 
managed to calm her down and we made a plan to leave.  

    We left Ed where he was and Tina carried the two cops down to the beach.  
She placed them strategically around the scene where the four boys were still 
passed out.  She put their guns into their hands.  It was made to appear as if the 
cops had broken up a struggle, but were killed in the process.  Hopefully, this 
might hold up for a while, at least until we were safely far away from here.

    I helped Tina into the car.  I asked her where to go and said "Mother's.  It 
took me a minute to realize that she meant Mother Christian's.  I drove and 
Tina fell asleep.  Her body convulsed and twitched as she slept.  When we got 
to the fortune teller's I got out and wrapped on the door for a solid 5 minutes.  
Finally, Mother Christian came to the door, a robe on.  I explained to her what 
had happened.

    "She got the power all at once," she said mainly to herself.  "Most of us get it 
slowly over the years.  She could not handle the sensation.  I will help her.  I 
will teach her to use the power wisely."

    "You don't seem to understand," I began.  "She killed at least two people and 
maybe more, we have to get out of here.  Can't you make this power go away."

    She smiled.  "No, once unleashed the power can never go away.  You must 
learn to nurture it."

    "Fuck nurture, she's crazy, you don't understand what I saw her do...,"  
Mother Christians left arm cupped my chin and lifted my entire body off the 
ground.  I gulped as I felt the power in her body.  I began to understand that 
there was more to this hidden talent than I had thought.   Something the 
beautiful, black fortune teller had said earlier came back to me now.  She had 
said, that my future was forever tied to Tina.  Right now, I wasn't sure I liked 
that.

    "I do understand the power, boy.  Now do as I say."  She put me down.  
"Everything will be all right, you have to trust me."


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