The saga continues part 3
Home with a twisted ankle. Boo. But here's part 3 which will then b followed by part 4. Also any of you who are following the progress of our story should check silkfiddlerette 's journal for the next few parts after part 4.
Jenny makes as if to close the door, but the big one ( was his name Jack?) quickly puts his foot between the door and the frame preventing her from shutting it. Jenny still pulling on the knob turns to ask me something, but when she opens her mouth she lets out a scream instead. It seems Big Guy has decided to take advantage of our momentary surprise by slipping his big arm into the gap between the door and grabbing and pulling a ridiculously large fistful of Jenny's ponytail. Ooooh, he's in deep shit now. A now pissed off Jenny, now begins to open and close the door in earnest, working on smashing the foot being used as a door jamb. Big Guy howls in pain and tries to remove his foot from the space. Behind him we can here his other two cronies hastily shouting directions at him and calling for reinforcements of some sort. I don't know what to do. I can feel my blood pressuring rising and the adrenaline starting to run through me. The familiar sound of blood pounding in my ears starts too drown out all other noises and the only thing I can think is, "Oh great, we're in a fight and I'm gonna have a friggin panic attack and of course I don't have my inhaler." I look up and notice that Big Guy must have sucked up the pain because he has actually made it through the door and Jenny is in a full on fight with him. The other two are still outside curiously, and to be honest the thought kind of worries me, but we'll deal with that when we need to. It looks like Jenny has managed to down the Big Guy. The fact that he is rolling on the floor holding his junk, suggests that Jenny has probably pulled the old foot to the groin tactic.
"We need to figure out something to do, and fast, " Jenny pants. "Also, that bastard's totally lucky that he didn't do anything more than just mess up my hair. Do you know how long it took me to grow my hair long enough to cover my boobs?" I laughed and then I don't know exactly what possessed me at the moment but I came up with a plan.
" Jenny, I'm going to create a distraction and when I say when you're going to try to take them down."
"What!?" Jenny exclaims. "First of all what distraction and second of all, why am i going to attempt to take them down?"
"Because, well I just figured i'd be better at making the distraction and you'd be better at taking them down."
"But what if I were better at distraction making and you were better at the butt kicking?"
"I seriously doubt that would be the case. Have you seen how clumsy i am? I'm pretty sure I'd probably screw things up, try to make a run for it, trip, fall and then sprain my ankle, oh and then this would end up turning into some kind of psycho killer movie sort of thing ending with both of us being tortured to death in some hotel In Venezuela."
"Oh right," says Jenny. "Yeah, when you put it that way, I can see the logic behind it. So, i guess the response is ok."
We walk to the door, paying particular attention to staying at least 3 feet away from Big Guy, who is still lying on the floor moaning something along the lines of ," She got me in the nads." We pause for a second in front of the door, my hand hovering on the knob
"Shit, I hope this works," I say and throw the door open.
Jenny makes as if to close the door, but the big one ( was his name Jack?) quickly puts his foot between the door and the frame preventing her from shutting it. Jenny still pulling on the knob turns to ask me something, but when she opens her mouth she lets out a scream instead. It seems Big Guy has decided to take advantage of our momentary surprise by slipping his big arm into the gap between the door and grabbing and pulling a ridiculously large fistful of Jenny's ponytail. Ooooh, he's in deep shit now. A now pissed off Jenny, now begins to open and close the door in earnest, working on smashing the foot being used as a door jamb. Big Guy howls in pain and tries to remove his foot from the space. Behind him we can here his other two cronies hastily shouting directions at him and calling for reinforcements of some sort. I don't know what to do. I can feel my blood pressuring rising and the adrenaline starting to run through me. The familiar sound of blood pounding in my ears starts too drown out all other noises and the only thing I can think is, "Oh great, we're in a fight and I'm gonna have a friggin panic attack and of course I don't have my inhaler." I look up and notice that Big Guy must have sucked up the pain because he has actually made it through the door and Jenny is in a full on fight with him. The other two are still outside curiously, and to be honest the thought kind of worries me, but we'll deal with that when we need to. It looks like Jenny has managed to down the Big Guy. The fact that he is rolling on the floor holding his junk, suggests that Jenny has probably pulled the old foot to the groin tactic.
"We need to figure out something to do, and fast, " Jenny pants. "Also, that bastard's totally lucky that he didn't do anything more than just mess up my hair. Do you know how long it took me to grow my hair long enough to cover my boobs?" I laughed and then I don't know exactly what possessed me at the moment but I came up with a plan.
" Jenny, I'm going to create a distraction and when I say when you're going to try to take them down."
"What!?" Jenny exclaims. "First of all what distraction and second of all, why am i going to attempt to take them down?"
"Because, well I just figured i'd be better at making the distraction and you'd be better at taking them down."
"But what if I were better at distraction making and you were better at the butt kicking?"
"I seriously doubt that would be the case. Have you seen how clumsy i am? I'm pretty sure I'd probably screw things up, try to make a run for it, trip, fall and then sprain my ankle, oh and then this would end up turning into some kind of psycho killer movie sort of thing ending with both of us being tortured to death in some hotel In Venezuela."
"Oh right," says Jenny. "Yeah, when you put it that way, I can see the logic behind it. So, i guess the response is ok."
We walk to the door, paying particular attention to staying at least 3 feet away from Big Guy, who is still lying on the floor moaning something along the lines of ," She got me in the nads." We pause for a second in front of the door, my hand hovering on the knob
"Shit, I hope this works," I say and throw the door open.