Prologue:
Glossary of terms:
Canalphones - a term used to describe in-ear headphones that eliminate external sound with its design.
Solar plexus - a bundle of nerves located near the upper middle portion of the abdomen. Hitting said portion will induce temporary spasms of the breathing muscles.
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Thoughts of her warm bed motivated Theresa to stride through the elevator's doors. Hitting 5 feet 6 inches on toned legs, her well-endowed frame and proportional curves turned male heads as she entered. Inured to the looks she received, she gathered her hair at her left shoulder, letting it fall down to her breast as she prepared herself for the drive home. Gazing ahead with eyes the color of dark chocolate, she pursed her lips at someone sticking out like a sore thumb.
"It's not raining, is it?" Theresa asked as she approaced the sore thumb.
Adjusting his glasses with his left hand, Fredric replied "Yes, it's not raining."
Smirking derisively, Theresa retorted "Then you don't have to bring that big-ass umbrella to work, right? It's already night so there's no sun. You're such a weirdo."
"It serves a purpose" Fredric nonchalantly replied as he walked off to the elevators.
"Weirdo." Theresa said as she walked out of the building.
~~~
Trudging through the door, Fredric shrugged his stocky frame to shake off some of the rain. Having 5 feet 6 inches meant that there's more of him that gets wet but Fredric considered the inconvenience worthwhile as his height and muscles let him indulge in his chosen hobbies.
"What the?!" Theresa blurted in suprise as she stepped out of the elevator. "Where's your farm? You're wearing rubber boots to work, weirdo."
"It's flooded where I live" Fredric said as he set aside his umbrella to dry.
"There is the modern invention called a taxi, weirdo" Theresa pointed out as she continued to stare.
"The boots suit my purpose" Fredric replied as he walked into the elevator.
~~~
"..." Theresa said as she pointed towards Fredric's hands as the elevator opened.
"You were saying?" Fredric asked as he removed his canalphones from his ears.
"Why the hell are you doing that?" Theresa raised her hands and mimicked Fredric's waggling fingers.
Walking out of the elevator, Fredric replied with "It serves a purpose."
"Weirdo." Theresa retorted as she stepped in.
~~~
"Stupid good for nothing boyfriend" Theresa muttered as she stomped out of the building. "No, scratch that. Stupid good-for-nothing EX-boyfriend. You think I need you?"
"Men chase after me, even fight over me. You were lucky that I chose to love you but you have the fucking guts -because you don't have balls, bastard- to break up with me?" Theresa's tears were about to spill over so she took several deep breaths. "I need to get this out of my system. The bar's two blocks away. A stiff drink or two should settle me." 10 minutes of walking got Theresa into the bar. "Chris!" she called out to the bartender. "Give me something to chase away the blues. I don't care what it is. I just want to stop hurting, even for a little while." Theresa slumped over the bar while waiting for the drink.
30 minutes later, Theresa finished her third cocktail. "Chris? Is this all you've got? Aw, screw this. I'm going home." Theresa blearily lifted herself from the stool and strode out into the cold night. "Stupid good for nothing bastard" Theresa continued to mutter as she walked towards her parked car.
"Drunk. Let's make it drunk AND robbed." someone whispered maliciously beside Theresa. Turning her head, Theresa saw a shadow that poked something sharp into her side and snarled out with its foul breath "Hand it over."
Fighting with what she had, Theresa pushed the man away and ran. Though used to her two-inch heels, the mugger soon caught up with her and pulled her down with the bag's strap. Falling to the ground, she swung her bag in defiance. The mugger chuckled as she missed.
"Hrrr. Drunk, robbed AND raped." the mugger smiled lecherously as he saw Theresa's prostate body.
"Try unconscious." With that, Fredric's swung umbrella hit the mugger's right temple . Staggered, the mugger stepped away from Theresa and slashed reflexively with the knife in his right hand. Swinging the bent umbrella down to parry the knife, he grabbed the mugger's right wrist with his left hand. Stepping in, he backhanded the umbrella's handle into the mugger's solar plexus as he twisted the wrist he held.
Hearing the knife clatter on the ground, Fredric released the right wrist then thrust the heel of his left hand to break the mugger's nose. With the mugger's eyes rolling up as he fell to the ground, Fredric looked towards Theresa. "You need help to get up?"
"Nevermind, stay on the ground." Fredric walked to where Theresa lay and he checked for wounds. Lifting Theresa's palms up, "Aside from the scrapes here, were you hurt elsewhere?"
"You're late for work, weirdo." she blurted out. "It's my day off, I was going to get something I left in my locker." Fredric replied as he pulled Theresa up. "Could you ask the guard at the parking lot to call the police?"
"Huh?" Theresa replied. "That bad, eh? Let me tie him up then I'll get you to your car or to the modern invention called a taxi." Fredric took the mugger's belt and shirt then used them to bind the mugger's wrists and ankles together behind his back.
"You can stand and that's it, hm?" Fredric remarked as he observed Theresa's shocky eyes as she leaned against the wall. "I'll apologize for this later." Fredric said as he scooped Theresa up and carried her to their workplace. "Watch where your hands go, weirdo." Theresa muttered as she snuggled closer to Fredric.
~~~
"The police reports were a pain. I hate paper-work so this must be some long-delayed karma. Thank the Heavens it was my rest day" Fredric thought to himself, adjusting his glasses as he walked to the building.
"Weirdo! You're late!" Theresa shouted as Fredric turned the corner. "Am not, I've 45 minutes before my shift starts," he said as he walked past her. "It's nice to see you're back," he tossed back.
"You made me wait! You're late when you make me wait, weirdo." Theresa retorted as she ran up to him, reaching out for the right hand holding his new umbrella.
Glossary of terms:
Canalphones - a term used to describe in-ear headphones that eliminate external sound with its design.
Solar plexus - a bundle of nerves located near the upper middle portion of the abdomen. Hitting said portion will induce temporary spasms of the breathing muscles.
+++++++
Thoughts of her warm bed motivated Theresa to stride through the elevator's doors. Hitting 5 feet 6 inches on toned legs, her well-endowed frame and proportional curves turned male heads as she entered. Inured to the looks she received, she gathered her hair at her left shoulder, letting it fall down to her breast as she prepared herself for the drive home. Gazing ahead with eyes the color of dark chocolate, she pursed her lips at someone sticking out like a sore thumb.
"It's not raining, is it?" Theresa asked as she approaced the sore thumb.
Adjusting his glasses with his left hand, Fredric replied "Yes, it's not raining."
Smirking derisively, Theresa retorted "Then you don't have to bring that big-ass umbrella to work, right? It's already night so there's no sun. You're such a weirdo."
"It serves a purpose" Fredric nonchalantly replied as he walked off to the elevators.
"Weirdo." Theresa said as she walked out of the building.
~~~
Trudging through the door, Fredric shrugged his stocky frame to shake off some of the rain. Having 5 feet 6 inches meant that there's more of him that gets wet but Fredric considered the inconvenience worthwhile as his height and muscles let him indulge in his chosen hobbies.
"What the?!" Theresa blurted in suprise as she stepped out of the elevator. "Where's your farm? You're wearing rubber boots to work, weirdo."
"It's flooded where I live" Fredric said as he set aside his umbrella to dry.
"There is the modern invention called a taxi, weirdo" Theresa pointed out as she continued to stare.
"The boots suit my purpose" Fredric replied as he walked into the elevator.
~~~
"..." Theresa said as she pointed towards Fredric's hands as the elevator opened.
"You were saying?" Fredric asked as he removed his canalphones from his ears.
"Why the hell are you doing that?" Theresa raised her hands and mimicked Fredric's waggling fingers.
Walking out of the elevator, Fredric replied with "It serves a purpose."
"Weirdo." Theresa retorted as she stepped in.
~~~
"Stupid good for nothing boyfriend" Theresa muttered as she stomped out of the building. "No, scratch that. Stupid good-for-nothing EX-boyfriend. You think I need you?"
"Men chase after me, even fight over me. You were lucky that I chose to love you but you have the fucking guts -because you don't have balls, bastard- to break up with me?" Theresa's tears were about to spill over so she took several deep breaths. "I need to get this out of my system. The bar's two blocks away. A stiff drink or two should settle me." 10 minutes of walking got Theresa into the bar. "Chris!" she called out to the bartender. "Give me something to chase away the blues. I don't care what it is. I just want to stop hurting, even for a little while." Theresa slumped over the bar while waiting for the drink.
30 minutes later, Theresa finished her third cocktail. "Chris? Is this all you've got? Aw, screw this. I'm going home." Theresa blearily lifted herself from the stool and strode out into the cold night. "Stupid good for nothing bastard" Theresa continued to mutter as she walked towards her parked car.
"Drunk. Let's make it drunk AND robbed." someone whispered maliciously beside Theresa. Turning her head, Theresa saw a shadow that poked something sharp into her side and snarled out with its foul breath "Hand it over."
Fighting with what she had, Theresa pushed the man away and ran. Though used to her two-inch heels, the mugger soon caught up with her and pulled her down with the bag's strap. Falling to the ground, she swung her bag in defiance. The mugger chuckled as she missed.
"Hrrr. Drunk, robbed AND raped." the mugger smiled lecherously as he saw Theresa's prostate body.
"Try unconscious." With that, Fredric's swung umbrella hit the mugger's right temple . Staggered, the mugger stepped away from Theresa and slashed reflexively with the knife in his right hand. Swinging the bent umbrella down to parry the knife, he grabbed the mugger's right wrist with his left hand. Stepping in, he backhanded the umbrella's handle into the mugger's solar plexus as he twisted the wrist he held.
Hearing the knife clatter on the ground, Fredric released the right wrist then thrust the heel of his left hand to break the mugger's nose. With the mugger's eyes rolling up as he fell to the ground, Fredric looked towards Theresa. "You need help to get up?"
"Nevermind, stay on the ground." Fredric walked to where Theresa lay and he checked for wounds. Lifting Theresa's palms up, "Aside from the scrapes here, were you hurt elsewhere?"
"You're late for work, weirdo." she blurted out. "It's my day off, I was going to get something I left in my locker." Fredric replied as he pulled Theresa up. "Could you ask the guard at the parking lot to call the police?"
"Huh?" Theresa replied. "That bad, eh? Let me tie him up then I'll get you to your car or to the modern invention called a taxi." Fredric took the mugger's belt and shirt then used them to bind the mugger's wrists and ankles together behind his back.
"You can stand and that's it, hm?" Fredric remarked as he observed Theresa's shocky eyes as she leaned against the wall. "I'll apologize for this later." Fredric said as he scooped Theresa up and carried her to their workplace. "Watch where your hands go, weirdo." Theresa muttered as she snuggled closer to Fredric.
~~~
"The police reports were a pain. I hate paper-work so this must be some long-delayed karma. Thank the Heavens it was my rest day" Fredric thought to himself, adjusting his glasses as he walked to the building.
"Weirdo! You're late!" Theresa shouted as Fredric turned the corner. "Am not, I've 45 minutes before my shift starts," he said as he walked past her. "It's nice to see you're back," he tossed back.
"You made me wait! You're late when you make me wait, weirdo." Theresa retorted as she ran up to him, reaching out for the right hand holding his new umbrella.
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