Not in her opinion.
by The " T.K.O Kidd " desio@adelphia.net
Is A woman's place at home? If you disagree with this girl, well... ?


Not in her opinion.

Dale's weekend was not going so well for him, with his car breaking down, and
with his girlfriend refusing to go out with him the following night, and right
before his car breaks down. But thankfully Dale's car was in enough driving
shape to take a little trip shortways across town. Dale had just finished
talking with a man from an auto repair shop, and agreed with him that
seventhirty in that evening would be a fine time to bring his car in to the
shop. The man that he talked with said that his car would be in good hands,
and that he had a specialized mechanic on the job working that evening. Well
Dale had it in mind he would want his car in no other hands but in the hands
of a good auto mechanic, and things were going just a bit downhill at the
moment for the present situations to grow worse.

Well it was going on seven o'clock that Friday evening, and Dale thought he
better get his ass on over to the autoshop with his car. Well he couldn't keep
the man waiting, the mechanic that is, and didn't want to be late, besides
damn it he needed his car fixed, and figured if anything could go wrong now,
is that there might be a damn woman on the job as a mechanic, but quickly
discarded that thought thinking that a woman was definately not capable of
coming close to fullfilling the task of repairing an automobile in his
chauvenistic attitude. Dale always believed that men without work, would have
employment if women would just stay in their place, and that was at home
taking care of their children, and doing what they should be doing, and that
was housework, and if they weren't so lazy cooking a hot meal for the real
bread winner, their husband.

Dale had alot to learn about women, and that he wasn't living in the era where
women once filled their respectful duties only at home, not that they weren't
now, because women proved that they could hold a job, and take care of their
men, children, and housework, contrary to how Dale felt.

Dale's car sputtered, and coughed as he pulled up to the closed garage door of
the auto repair shop. To Dale's surprise there was no one to greet him as he
exited his car, thinking surely the guy that was on the job would be expecting
him. So Dale made his way into the office of Barry's Auto Repair, and still
saw no one present; then he noticed that a door inside of the office, and that
it apparently led into the garage of the establishment, and made the decision
to make his way through looking for anyone that was suppose to be here. Dale
after entering the garage, was almost taken off of his feet as he saw woman
lying near an end of a car with her breasts exposed, and a wrench lying on her
bountiful chest while she was repairing something beneath the vehical. Dale
allowed himself to cough a little to draw the woman's attention, in which he
was successful in doing so. The lady who was attending the mechanical work of
the car, drew herself away from it, and then noticed Dale standing wide eyed
staring with his mouth agape, and with his tounge nearly hanging below his
chin at her chest. The woman then in her surprise noticed that her tanktop had
drawn itself up over her breasts exposing themselfs, and she quickly adjusted
her top to bring her breasts back into their hiding place of her tanktop, then
laughed a little out loud, and made an apology to Dale saying, " Ohhh.. I'm
sorry, but when busy working things kind of get away from me, without my
attention. " But those pretty little things being the woman's breast did not
escape Dale's attention, and his eyes were still attached to The lady's chest,
still in some surprise.

The woman then spoke up breaking Dale's dazed stare, and said, " Now how may I
help you sir? " Dale then returned to the woman after coming out of his
initial surprise, and the treat of seeing this Lady's bountifulness, and said,
" I'm here to have my car repaired, do you know where the man is, that is
suppose to be taking care of it? " The woman then knowing how pleased Dale was
at his view of her once exposed breasts, and only for the reason that he
walked in at her unawares, pushed her breasts out proudly at him, not exposed
now but well covered beneath her gray tank top, and said, " Your looking at
him Mr.. " Dale then turned his head about the garage in some sacasim, and
said in return, " Where where, I don't see no man, " and then followed by
saying somewhat angrily now, " Damn it lady, I need my car fixed, so stop
playing with me, and get the guy in here so I can have my automobile fixed! "
The woman then was getting her own little attitude, and then said to Dale, " I
told you buddy, your looking at him, well me, and yes sorry to your surprise
I'm a woman, and I'm sure you caught full view of that when you first walked
in here, I'll be the one fixing your car! " Dale, and his male pig
chauvenistic attitude was leading him into trouble, but he didn't care even
after noticing that this brunette haired gal was thick with an underlay of
pulsating muscle. Yes she was gorgeous, Dale had to admit that, standing there
with a set of thighs that throbbed with shear female strength, and her arms
that were of a good considerable size, with her upperarms, as well as her
forearms displaying layers of strirated muscles rippling beneath her tanned
flesh, and Dale's mind wasn't about to forget the awesome show of her gorgeous
breasts that he saw not so long ago. But Dale's attitude about women holding
to such job titles were still present.

Dale then spoke in answer to the woman saying, " Sorry woman, but you won't be
fixing my car, I do want to drive away in it, and not have to see it towed
away from this shop to some junkyard because I had allowed some pretty little
girlie screw it up even more, so with that I'll be leaving, do have a good
day, and whoever's car you are working on now, do that man a favor, and allow
some man the job of fixing it before you really fuck it up! "

The woman had enough, and took Dale's last insult, and said, " Look you little
chauvenistic asswipe, just because I'm a woman doesn't make me incapable of
not being able to fixed your car, and just what gives your pathetic little ass
the right to discriminate me, and to insult me with your fucking typical
pigish male opinions? " Well Dale's weekend was about to get awhole lot worse,
with his next reply to the healthy young woman, with him making a threatening
call towards her saying, " Look if you weren't such of a feminist little bitch
that you are, I would knock you on that cute little ass of yours without
asking why.. now I'll be gone... ! "

Just as Dale was turning to leave, and now having his back completely turned
on the woman, the woman spoke angrily, " No one damn it calls me a bitch, and
gets away with it, DAMN IT! " But Dale was passive to the lady ignoring her as
he continued to walk slowly towards the door he had previously entered
through, with the woman saying even in a higher pitch of anger, " And no one
fucking defys me, by IGNORING ME! " But as Dale continued to walk away
passively from the gal, suddenly he felt his throat being wrapped heavily by
the woman's muscle rippling forearm, but before Dale could react to the lady's
present asault, she assured her choke on Dale's neck from behind by taking her
other arm, and quickly placing it up under his armpit, then placing that
forearm up behind his head, with her hand from the arm that was placed across
his throat locking it at the bend of her arm.

Dale's shock to now being choked by the woman grew as she began forcing, and
dragging him back bodily towards the car in which she was previously working
on. Dale though knew he was in some trouble with this lady being as strong as
she was, and with what senses remained in him he knew he had to break free of
the lady's grip about his throat; so in a desperate attempt, he forced his
body back with a pretty good ammount of his weight, and strength behind it
taking the lady hard into the side of the car. Dale's senses just left him, as
he was completely stunned by this woman's strength, forcing the woman so hard
into the vehical hadn't even come close to breaking her grip abouthis neck. In
fact it only made the situation worse, as he felt her forearm about his throat
harden, and tighten, with her applying heavy pressure to the back of his head
forcing his head forward, and forcing his throat even at a greater pressure
against her ever so hard forearm. Dale thought in panic that he was about to
go under from the devasting choke that the lady was applying, as he was now
beginning to see blotches of large black, and blue spots surround his vision.
Dale's mind was now spinning dizzingly, as he was finding it very difficult to
breathe with him now trying to gasp even a little bit of oxygen that this lady
was presently depriving him of.

Dale was now weakening fast, and tried once more to jolt himself free of a
hold about him that was becoming increasingly painful by forcing the woman a
second time into the car. But Dale's second time with his feeble try to break
free was of a pitiful attempt, causing the woman to laugh heartily, and
saying, " Gee,, are we just to weak of a little man that can't even break free
from a woman that is about to give him the asskicking of his fucking life!?! "
Dale couldn't speak to answer the woman let alone breathe easily, with his
head spinning wildly, and with his brain alert to every bit of the pain that
he was now experiencing. Dale was definately growing frightened, with him
feeling now weak, and helpless, and he couldn't even cry out for help, as the
woman turned him about towards the car with him facing it, while still having
him in the hold. Dale felt some pressure released from the lady's choke about
his throat, but still couldn't muster enough strength to break free, and the
next thing he knew, is that that lady shifted her hold, and quickly postioned
it in to taking him into a fullnelson, now forcing his chin hard into his
chest. The lady sensed that Dale was about to break down crying, as he sobbed
some with just some small tears finding their way from the corners of his
eyes, and in spotting Dale's cry baby weakness the woman then spoke taunting
him, " Gee,, you fucking guys are nothing but cry babies, I hope that all men
are not like you,, sheessshhh.. your so fucking pathetic,, you little bastard!
I bet your wife, or your girlfriend kicks your ass on a daily basis to keep
you in line... "

Dale was now able to speak a little with the lady allowing him some air but
with difficulty with the present pain in his neck, and shoulders increasing
due to the painfully fullnelson that was still being applied about him. Dale
wimpered like a little girl, and cried in tears saying, " Please woman stop,
your hurting me, please stop hurting me,, I'm sorry,, I'm really sorry... "
The woman answered Dale's weak cry for mercy, and on somewhat of her deaf ears
she said, " Not as sorry as your gonna be,, BITCH!!! I'm about to make you my
bitch, and you want to know how I treat my bitches,, huh,,, boy!?! Well let
mama here show you!!! " Before Dale could make another plead, he found his
face being slammed repeatily into the front hood of the car, with the woman
assaulting him not leaving up taking his face hard into the hood of the car
several times before even considering allowing him any mercy. But even after
the lady considered stopping she slammed his face into the car's hood several
more times pulling his now battered, and bloodied face up, and then smashing
it down hard into the hood again, and again. " AAAaaahhhggg... !!! " Dale
cried in panic, fear, and hurt, and lets not forget a steady stream of tears
that ran in torrents down his bloodied face. Between little intervals of
having his face battered against the hood of the automobile his pleas were
silenced by his face meeting the cold metal of the car's hood.

The female mechanic delivering a realignment to Dale's attitude, and a
reconstruction to his facial features, then ceased with her battering his face
against the vehicals hood, and said demandingly, as he left up on her
fullnelson on him, turning him to face her now, " Face me boy, like a man if I
may even think that you could come close to filling the shoes of a real man,,
and if I decide to stop kicking your sorry little ass like the bitch that you
are,, and thats only going to happen if you can tell me if you finish fixing
this car that I was working on, without fucking it up! " Dale was now
completely about face, looking at the lady in fright, and tears with her
keeping him held by the collar of his shirt holding him steady, and keeping
him from collasping to the garage's floor. Dale was feeling sickly weak, and
his legs were trembling about to give way from beneath him, and would have if
the woman who was holding him pressed hard against the automile would suddenly
release him. Dale then answered the lady in fear knowing he knew nothing about
repairing a car, " Sorry,, lady,,, I really don't know a thing about cars. "

The woman then answered him, " Sorry but that wasn't what I wanted to hear! "
Dale's eyes bulged from their sockets as he felt the hard fist of the lady
take him painfully to his stomach, and he could feel her doubled up fist,
along with her solid knuckles sinking deep into his torn gut, that was now
wrenching with pain as she delivered a second smashing blow sinking it even
deeper into his stomach. Dale cried in pain, " AAAiiieeeaaahhhgggGGG... !!! "
with the woman delivering three more devastating punches to his stomach that
was now throbbing with a burning pain, that was searing throughout his
stomach, as if his belly was filled with molten lava. With each punch the lady
threw into Dale's stomach she added a little more force with delivering the
next one,, causing Dale to feel as though he was about to throw up his day of
meals,, and that is exactly what had happened with the woman sending one final
shot to Dale's stomach dropping him to his knees. Dale clutched his belly in
pain, and couldn't hold back from regurgitating everything he had eaten that
day onto the garage floor.

The lady then with her hands on her hips while standing over Dale watching him
as he continued to heave up a bigger pile of vomit onto the floor, said to him
in disgust, " Well as soon as your done there making a mess, I do believe you
will be a good little bitch for me, and clean it up,, you can do that can't
you,, CAN'T YOU BITCH.. !?! " Dale knew full well that he was going to have to
clean up his mess, and knew he had to do it if he didn't want his ass kicked
further by this woman. Dale then sobbed in saying, " Yesss.. pleaseeeeee...
I'll clean it,, pleaseee,,, don't hurt me no more,, I'll clean it,, I'll clean
it,, pleaseeeeee.... " The lady then spoke now calming down some, having a
more satisfied relaxed tone in her voice while saying, " Thats a good little
bitch,, now not only are you going to clean up that mess but you are going to
assist me in finishing up repairing this car,, then you'll be giving me a hand
with your own damn piece of scrap, which should be on its way to the metal
pile, by the way. Then after were done with the two cars, you'll be here for
awhile longer tiding up around here, and straightening up the garage, unless
you feel up to more of an asskicking... "

Dale finished with his duty of cleaning his spill of vomiting, and then as he
was lowering himself to the side of the woman now obeying her every command he
asked her, " Could you at least please tell me your name... ? " The lady
looked up to Dale from her lying position in some disgust, and returned to him
answering, " Can you please hand me the 3/4 inch socket wrench without whining
like a little girl? " Dale hesitated for a moment, and was about to reach for
the tool in call, when the woman said asking somewhat angrily, " Damn it, boy!
You at least do know a size of something as simple as a fucking socket wrench
don't you!!! " Dale then shook something terribaly as he took ahold of the
wrench, and handed it to the woman trembling even more. " The lady then took
the wrench, and said to him giving him a stern warning, " You don't have to
act so damn fucking scared of me now, I'm not going to kick your sorry ass
again, unless your assistance in helping me becomes less acceptable,,
Sheeessshhh,,, what a fucking wimp,,, pleaseee,, don't let this world go back
into the hands of men? " The woman said turning her eyes upward, then placed
her head beneath the car, with the socket in hand. Then the lady thought to
herself considering that this asshole at least deserves an answer to his
question, and said softly as she began to apply the socket wrench to its work,
" By the way, my name is, Amanda, Amanda Stevens... "

The end.

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