FAIR PLAY (2)
Back at the bar I noticed that Frank was maneuvering himself so that his arm was around the back of the blonde. Some guys just never learn. She hadn't seemed to notice.
The heavy guy was putting on a jacket as he finished up his presumably last story and said goodbye. The blonde looked like she was about to leave also when Frank started gesturing.
The bartender brought 2 drinks, one of which Frank offered to the blonde. She reluctantly accepted and turned in her seat to face the bar. I decided to move to the bar myself and have a final drink before leaving. It amazed me that Frank still thought he had a chance with the blonde and I wanted a front row seat for the final act.
From the bar I could hear at least a little of the last bit of conversation. The guy was discussing some work project with the blonde while again trying to put his arm around her.
Finally she had had enough. She pushed his arm away, stood up, and said "Look, Frank, I really have to be going now." He, again, put up his hands and apologized. "Rita, I'm sorry! Let me make it up to you. I'll buy you another drink, ok?" "NO, Frank! I've gotta get up tomorrow. I'll see you at the office." "Ok, but at least let me walk you to your car". Rita hesitantly agreed but excused herself to the restroom, first.
As soon as she was out of sight, Frank grabbed her purse and fished around in it until he came up with her keys. He smiled evilly as he slipped them into his jacket pocket.
Up to this point I was having fun watching this guy make an ass of himself in public, but now things had gotten more serious. Frank seemed to be just the sort of slime ball who thinks that a woman who says no is just playing hard to get.
My drink lost its appeal. Just then Rita returned and collected her coat and purse as Frank ushered her out the door. He was STILL trying to put an arm around her. I waited a few seconds, took my last swallow, and followed them out the door toward the parking lot.
By the time I got to the edge of the lot Rita was standing next to her car with Frank. She had already discovered her keys were missing. Frank was, of course, being "gallant" and offering to give her a ride.
"We can stop by my place on the way and have a last drink and then I'll drop you home. What do you say?"
Rita had the good sense to be wary. "It's ok, Frank. I'll just use the phone in the bar and call AAA. Thanks anyway."
Frank was insisting but Rita wasn't interested. Finally, she just brushed past him heading back to the bar. That was the last straw for him. He grabbed her arm as she passed and spun her around, pushing her against the car so that she ended up bent over the hood of her car, pinned under his weight.
This was my cue. Up till this point it was just words, but now Frank had crossed the line. I stepped up behind him and said "Is there a problem here?" Frank looked up at me and snarled "Mind your own business!"
Frank was a good 6 inches taller than I was, had at least 40 more pounds of muscle than I did, and was about 10 to 15 years younger than I. All this made what I did next even more dangerous. I put my hand on his shoulder and twisted him away from Rita a bit saying "I wasn't talking to you; I was talking to the lady."
Frank loosened his grip on Rita and turned to face me swinging. I was more surprised by the blow than hurt. He only caught the edge of my chin but still managed to knock me to the ground.
Fortunately, my little diversion gave Rita the room she needed. In one fluid rapid motion she swung back around to face Frank, adopted a martial arts stance, and sprang forward, extending her right leg full force into his groin.
As he started to lean forward she shifted her weight and spun around kicking with her other foot. The blow caught him full in the shoulder and knocked him to the ground. It all happened so fast that I was still in the process of getting up when he hit the ground next to me.
"You Bitch!" he screamed as he rolled on the ground massaging his crotch. I had the presence of mind to reach into his jacket pocket and retrieve Rita's keys. I tossed them to her and watched her expression change from surprise to livid anger.
"You fucking son of a BITCH!" she shrieked. By this time Frank had risen and was advancing on her. I stood up in between them and adopted what I hoped looked like a menacing street fighter stance. In reality I had no fighting experience at all and would have had a hard time defending myself against someone 1/2 his size.
"I think now would be a good time to leave." I said. I just hoped he would decide it wasn't worth the effort to keep on fighting and just go home. I wasn't so lucky. I could see the anger and hatred in his eyes as he kept advancing.
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