(By an anonymous author from the UK... as you
will see below, he not only has a wonderful feel for the character,
but he knows how to spell correctly as well (although my spell
checker went crazy on the King’s English!) I am sitting on
the edge of my seat wondering just WHO this incredible woman is?
And I suspect that over the next few enjoyable episodes, hopefully
quite a few, that we will find out! \Sharon
Be cool! I held the poker for a while and tried
to be rational. OK, she’s very strong and can easily overpower
me and throw me around, but this has to be a trick. These new
television show magicians can make railway carriages disappear
and walk through the Great Wall of China - I think I saw that
one last month. A trick poker is way down the league. Uri Geller!
That’s it. This is made out of the same stuff he uses for
his bending spoons, if that’s how it’s done. She’s
interested in bodybuilding and so likes strength. This is just
a way of having some extra fun with friends.
She returned with two more bottles and opened
one of them in her unique way. Her vivid blue eyes widened as
she saw me examining the poker.
“I won’t bore you with any more party
tricks.” She said.
“But I’d like to know how it’s
done. I’m curious about things.”
“I didn’t mean party trick like that.”
She said sternly. “I told you. I really am that strong!”
The champagne made me take a risk and I waved
a chiding finger at her.
“Don’t believe you.” I replied
in a sing song voice. Then I told her my Uri Geller theory.
She sighed and looked up to the ceiling as if
I was being a pain.
“Look Kevin, I asked you over because there
is something I want to tell you. I want to be your friend - your
lover if you like, your girlfriend; and I want to ask you to help
me with something.”
Don’t gape! Be cool! Lover! Wow! I gaped.
She continued.
“Before I can tell you, you have to see my
strength; it’s important that you believe me.” She thought
for a second and then seemed to get an idea. “Is that your
own car you came in ?” I told her it was. “Not very
new. Are you fond of it ?”
“Its a pile of junk! I hate it. I’m
saving for a new one but the going is slow on my income.”
“Good! You can borrow one of my Range Rovers
for the time being, and if you help me, I will buy you any car
you want as part of your reward.”
I was understandably quite confused.
“Reward ?” I blurted. “There’s
nothing wrong with my car at the moment. Its just a bit clapped
out, that’s all. Still runs OK and I certainly don92't
need to borrow yours.”
She gave me a queer evil grin. “Wait here.”
I watched her stride quickly out of the room.
I was puzzled and a bit worried. After a few minutes she came
back. She had changed. Bloody hell she had changed! She was in
what looked like motorcycle gear now! A very sexy black one piece
leather suit and huge biking gloves, along with the heaviest,
chunkiest motorcycle boots I had ever seen - in thick black leather
with steel plates up the front, motocross boots - I knew that
much. She appeared totally awesome - and mean! She stood with
her hands on her hips and looked me up and down.
“Here!” she said, jerking her head back.
I walked up to her getting very worried. Her mood seemed to have
changed with her clothes.
Before I knew it she had scooped me up with her
hand under my bottom and clamped me to her side like a mother
carries a small child. She carried me quickly out into the yard
without saying a word and dumped me down near my car. I thought
she was going to tell me to drive home - I had bored her and she
was annoyed. She had decided against my company for the evening
and was going biking.
“Is your car made of Uri Geller metal ?”
She asked
“Of course not.” I said “Why do...”
“Good!” She interrupted, and strode
over to the driver’s window. What I saw her do in the next
few minutes was to change my life forever. She didn’t exactly
punch through the window; rather she casually pushed against it
with her finger tips until the glass shattered.
Startled, I managed to say “Hey..” and
then saw her reach in, grab the steering wheel and wrench it out
of its mountings through the window opening. Most of the steering
column came with it and she tossed it over so that it landed by
my feet.
“Oh shit!” I said quietly. She smiled
at me and stove in the rear side window in the same fashion. Then
she grabbed the door post with her right hand and looked over
to me, peering analytically into my face.
“Don’t faint or anything.” She
boomed. “I want you to watch this.”
I saw her close her hand on the door post and
lift up on it. The car came up on its suspension and I heard some
strange creaking and ticking noises. To my horror, I noticed that
the drivers side wheels were completely off the ground. She leant
back slightly and the front of the car started to rise. There
was a much louder metallic creaking and the windscreen suddenly
exploded, showering glass beads everywhere.
“Oh no ! Oh shit !” I said, involuntarily.
She had slid her right foot forward to get more under the raised
side of the car and now three wheels were of the ground! The fourth
wheel came off shortly afterwards. She had lifted my car off the
ground with one hand and it was still on the way up. This was
unbelievable but it definitely could not be a trick. She leant
back even further and with the weight more centrally over her
began to straighten up again, at the same time pushing her arm
out above her head.
This was unreal. She looked up at the car for
a while, then put her left hand on her hip and smiled at me.
“Stand back a bit.” She said without
a hint of strain in her voice. She saw me back off a few paces
and then pumped her arm like a shot putter. The car flew about
five feet up in the air and landed with a sickening crunch, rolling
onto its side. She strolled up to it and pulled it onto its wheels
grabbing the top of the driver’s door so that the metal crunched
up under the leather of her gauntlet. Then she seemed to go a
bit wild. I flinched repeatedly at the display of violent power
she used. Her huge boots turned one side of the car into a crushed
and dented mess as she unleashed a series of karate style kicks
at it. She pounded on the roof with her fists until no part of
it was left above the level of the dashboard. The remaining glasswork
had shattered at the first blow. Then she worked at the front
of the car - kicking, punching, tearing and wrenching until the
engine compartment had been mangled with the block forced into
the passenger compartment. She leant across the crushed roof and
pulled the doors on the unmangled side inwards so that the compartment
was compacted even more. The back of the car was squashed up with
another series of kicks and punches. The whole thing which started
off as a large family saloon was now the size of a refrigerator.
She pulled the wheels off as if she was picking fruit and each
tyre exploded as she gripped it - her fingers piercing straight
through the rubber!
The fridge was then crushed further in a series
of bear hugs. After this she picked up the mass and drove it down
into the concrete several times. When she had finished what had
been my car was now a lump of metal, nearly round and the size
of a large beach ball. She walked up and put one foot on it posing
like a soccer player. She was breathing slightly more heavily
than usual and I could see sweat glistening on her forehead.
“Now was that trick photography or the real
thing?” Without waiting for an answer, she picked up the
beachball and walked off across the yard with it under her arm.
She turned and said.
“Go back in. Its cold out here. I’ll
clear up and have a shower and join you in a few minutes.”
I sat in the lounge staring into the fire. “Oh
shit” was the only thing I could think or say for a good
five minutes. After ten more minutes she emerged in just the bottom
half of the earlier evening costume. Boots and leggings and nothing
else! The sight of her goddess like body brought me to my senses.
She seemed totally unselfconscious and did her trick of acting
as if nothing had happened.
“That champagne still cool? I’ll get
an ice bucket.”
She turned and walked off. I stared at the incredible
vee shape of her back, and was hypnotised at the way her gold
and blond pony tail danced between her extraordinarily wide and
muscular shoulders.
Some trick of the mind that brings humour to bear
when it suffers trauma clicked in and I suddenly had the thought
- what was I going say to the insurance company.
She returned with a gleaming silver bucket and
placed it on the coffee table. I remembered that I could surprise
her, so I took my fate in my hands, hoped that her mood had gone
back to gentle, and said.
“I’ll let you fill in the claim form
my dear.” Noel Coward would have been pleased.
She stared at me for a fraction of a second and
then dissolved into a fit of laughter - giggling, belly laughing,
rolling around on the carpet and pointing at me trying to form
words. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Wow! With each convulsion
I saw the incredible muscle definition in every part of her exposed
torso. There did not seem to be a single square inch of skin beneath
which the was not a muscle moving, twitching and popping up.
“Claim for...” She squeaked. Before
dissolving again. She lay on her back and gradually calmed down.
I watched her huge firm breasts rising and falling as her breathing
became steadier.
Finally she said. “Oh hell, I need another
glass of shampoo.” That was obviously her play word. I repeated
it - the Noel Coward seemed to be a hit.
“Shampoo coming up, my lady.” I filled
her glass and handed it to her. She bent at the waist to sit up
and I caught a glimpse of the distinct separate slabs of muscle
in her abdomen bulge and move and slide under her tanned skin.
She looked at me and held her head up higher than usual like a
proud lioness. Her velvet voice took on a superior but calm tone.
“You won’t be out of pocket by what
I have done. Don’t worry about the insurance claim. It’s
not important. I am very wealthy - millions in fact. Let me cover
your claim - ten thousand - twenty it doesn’t matter.”
Twenty! The car was worth around one thousand
pounds at best.
“Lets say ten then.” She continued.
“That car was a bit naff! And you can borrow the Range Rover
for as long as you like, even if you don’t help me.”
I had recovered from the latest shocks she had
given me, and I was getting curious.
“You don’t seem like the kind of person
that needs help.” I said. “What kind of help?”
She sighed a sigh of relief. “Ah...finally!”
She beamed at me. “Finally its time to tell you. I’ve
been waiting for the right person. When you first came here I
had a feeling you could be the one - and now it’s the right
moment.”
I was intrigued!
“Take off your jacket Kevin. Get down on
this cosy rug with me and I will tell you some things.”
I laid down beside her breathtaking body. None
of my friends would believe anything I told them about Glo. She
kissed me gently on the lips and undid a few buttons at the neck
of my shirt.
“Now listen, Kevin, please don’t interrupt
or ask questions until I have finished my little story.”
The smell of her and the closeness was making me dizzy, but I
tried to concentrate. “The outrageous things I did were fun.
I have an extremely over developed libido and a very active sense
of fun. I know they might not have been so much fun for you, but
I was testing you and conditioning you. Preparing you for this
story. It would not have worked to come straight out with it.
I had to be sure I told the right person. So here it is. Get that
shampoo down here.”
I lifted the bucket down from the table and refilled.
“Lets start with a few facts.” She took
a sip from her glass. “Some plus points. I am unusually strong,
you had to see how much. I have never been ill in my life as far
as I can remember - but that bit comes later. My eyesight is perfect,
my hearing is perfect, my teeth have never needed treatment, I
can eat like a pig and never put on an ounce of fat. I can take
a hard bone breaker tumble from a horse and come out of it without
a bruise. If I cut myself, I bleed slightly, the wound heals up
very quickly and never leaves the slightest scar. I fell off Devil
a few days ago and landed on a broken bottle. The jagged edge
went right in here”
She pointed to a place on her muscular abdomen.
There was no mark of any kind.
“I’m very smart too! I run my businesses
with very little involvement and I’m very successful at it.
I can read a novel and tell it back to you almost word perfect
afterwards. I can do the most amazing mental arithmetic. I never
need a calculator.
To top it all I am six foot five, weigh 230 pounds
and I’m not the plainest girl you have ever seen! I could
go on with a list of these talents but I think you get the picture.”
I nodded, obeying her wish not to interrupt. Not
the plainest - that was one way of putting it! She was easily
the most beautiful woman in the world as far as I could tell.
“OK. Now for the other side of this. Please
listen to this carefully. I have absolutely no recollection of
anything before the age of ten.” She paused to study my reaction.
I nodded to show I was with her. “Then I spent the next eight
years in a series of large clinics in Switzerland. They must have
been special clinics because I seemed to be the only patient,
even though there were many doctors and staff . The clinics had
large grounds so that I could play outside and I could do almost
anything I wanted as long as it was within the grounds and with
the staff or their children. I was never on my own. I was never
let out to see the real world. All my schooling was done privately
by the clinic, with tutors coming in to visit. I soon got to realise
that I was somehow being treated in a special way. The other children
went home. They went to normal schools. The story I got was that
I had got a rare brain disease which needed constant monitoring
and treatment. This accounted for my childhood amnesia. My parents
were super rich and had provided a trust for my care, with explained
the private clinics.
They had been killed in a plane crash just before
I recovered from the near coma state at age ten.”
She paused, drained her glass and I refilled it,
not daring to speak. I nodded again to ask her to continue.
“Then I began to realise how special I really
was. I was so much better at everything than the other kids. I
didn’t have the power then that I showed you just now, but
I was still very strong. Sometimes I would hurt one of the kids
without meaning to when we were mucking around, and when this
had happened a few times, they were not brought to the clinic
any more. I was told that they had done some new tests and there
was a possibility that I was infectious. I was alone with the
doctors and staff after that.
Anyway to cut a long story short, as I began to
develop as a woman so did my strength. I made no secret of it
and they told me that it must be part of the brain condition.
They seemed to be testing me more and more - blood tests, urine,
electro this and that; X-ray , the whole thing. I’m probably
radioactive the amount of X-rays they shot into me! Then I began
to get difficult. First of all they had imprisoned me, then convinced
me, and then told me that I would die without them; so I stayed
and co-operated - but after a while I couldn’t give a damn
and I told them so. I didn’t mind if I died but I was going
out to see the world before it happened and if they tried to stop
me, they had better watch out.”
She stared into the fire for a few seconds and
then carried on.
“Things changed suddenly after that. They
must have drugged me because I seemed to have missed a week. I
could tell from the television and newspapers. They said I had
gone through a sort of mini stroke to do with the condition; but
I did not believe them any more. As soon as I came to, the nurses
sent for someone. I had never seen him before and he said he was
the administrator of the fund and the clinic. He told me that
the fund had run out and that my treatment was to stop. There
was another fund to take care of me but it was not under his control.
I was to leave the clinic and live in a house in England which
used to be my parent’s place. It had never been sold after
their death.
There was a good chance I could lead a normal
life because the tests that they had done during the recent coma
indicated that it was part of some healing process and the signs
of my condition were disappearing rapidly. Then another older
man came in and took over. He was an English solicitor, or so
he said. The new fund would provide very comfortably for me for
the rest of my life but there were conditions - the main ones
being to do with secrecy. I was not to tell my story in any degree
to anyone. I was just to say that I had spent my life in Switzerland
and that’s where I was educated and that was all - no mention
of the clinics or the condition or treatment. Also I was not to
visit the clinics or try and contact any of the people from the
clinics or try to contact the fund executors in any way. If I
broke any of the conditions the money would stop and the fund
would be donated to charity. The house was under the control of
the fund so I would lose that too. Now one hundred thousand a
year and a large house in the country with no need to work - and
I was eighteen! Just think of it! I played ball OK! What do you
think so far?”
I was so engrossed by the story that I failed
to realise she had asked me a question.
“Er?.. What..? Oh , I’m fascinated.
Go on.”
“Anyway I was installed here and I had the
time of my life for years and years. I went round the world, had
a series of lovers and did all the catching up I had to - and
a lot more! I just had a great time of it but I was very careful
to stay out of the news and keep my secrets. I did not go around
bending steel bars or throwing cars around - that’s for sure!
In all that time I never had any relapses or medical symptoms
of any kind - not even a headache. More recently though, starting
a few years ago, I began to tire of the jet set life and got more
and more curious about my background.”
She looked into my eyes and put her finger under
my chin to pull my head a little closer.
“Listen Kevin. I don’t know who I am!
I don’t know... WHAT I am!”
I was shocked to see that tears were welling up
in her eyes.
“And that’s why I need your help. I’m
going to find out!”
I had followed her tack and wanted to stay with
it.
“But what about the fund? You will lose it;
and the house if they catch on. Why not just enjoy it and forget
about who you are. You have everything anyone could want.”
“I need to know.” She said quietly.
“I just need to know. Anyway, I don’t need the fund
any more. My businesses have seen to that. I told you I’m
worth millions; the fund could not have done that. It was just
to keep me comfortable.”
I noticed that she had got a queer look in her
eye. I had seen it before. Then I felt her hand on my belt, feeling
for the buckle and beginning to undo it. I flinched at the thought
of her snapping it again, but she continued to be gentle. The
button of my jeans went next and then I felt the zip being pulled
down slowly. She was staring into my eyes.
“So will you help me, Kevin? I promise I’ll
make it worth your while.”