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Bit Of A Shock
Her name is Julie Weston. She has been working for a large insurance company as a
secretary to the Accounts Manager. Mrs. Jane Peters is a good boss, 49 years old, and
a good-looking blond with brains to match. Julie is a 34-year-old six-foot dark haired
woman, size 16-18, but fit not fat; she loves her job, which she has been doing for six
months. She is skilled in shorthand, keyboard, and computer skills like any other
good secretary. She lives outside London in Reading in a small one bedroom flat she
rents from an old friend of hers from her last job. She does not drive her ten-year
Metro into London but catches the train and then the tube. She has to start at work by
9.00 am and finishes at 5.30 pm with an hour for lunch at 12.30 pm. She is very
happy with her job and her life from her small but feminine flat to her life as a woman
and her job .She regrets nothing from her old job and life but she has never been
happier.
Across London, while Julie is going forward in the life she loves, another person who
lives in London was just scoring another hit. To Andy, drugs are one of the main
things in his life. One of life's losers and a total scumbag, he was born to be a boil on
the backside of life. Both people, you would think, have nothing in common, but fate
will bring them together in a few weeks. Julie, on the weekend, loved going out with
her friends when they get dressed in lovely sexy dresses and off they?d go; Pam, with
whom she works, (a lovely, girly blond), and Jackie, a fun loving red head. Boy! Do
those girls like to have fun! They hit the clubs. Boys just love them; drinks are
brought, and they dance all night. Then, on the Monday, it?s up to shower, make-up,
dress in some smart dress?jacket, skirt suit, or a smart trouser suit. Then off to the
train station on Britain?s wonderful train service! Will there be another breakdown or
hold up? Very unusual to find a seat, standing packed into a filthy train, but same as
everyone else. Then on the Tube to the office. Once in, sort the boss?s mail, make
coffee, and begin another busy day until going home on the wonderful train again at
5.30 pm.
Across town, Andy was waking in his rancid bed-sit paid for by the Social. Yet
another bum on the ?give me a free ride ticket?. By 12.00pm, he was out shoplifting
to get his fix. He was 23, never worked unless ?nicking? was a job. He was six foot
two inches tall. He was once well built, but years of drug use had given him a thin,
dirty look about him. But he was tough on the streets and didn't like wimps. He also
hated women who were, in the most case, smarter and better off than him. So he had
a little hobby, when not stealing or fixing. It was rape and robbery in the London
area around Cannery Wharf where he hung around waiting for women on there own
or their way home so he could attack them. God, he loved the fear in their face. To
take them and force them made him feel real good. Like I said, a real class ?A?
scumbag. (When he died after prison five years later, no one bothered about his
death. In fact, most who gave it a thought at all said, ?Best thing, it should have
happened years ago.) So far, he had attacked three women?beat each one up. One
went into the hospital. But he thought it time to move somewhere else to make his
attacks. He moved across town a few miles to where Julie?s office was. For two
weeks he waited in the shadows, watching the coming and goings. Once, he went to
make a move on a nice looking blond until her boyfriend, by the look of it, picked her
up in his car. But he waited.
Julie, in the mean time, was just enjoying her life work, and enjoying her time in and
out of work, partying with friends, working for a good boss, and putting in a good
day?s work. She knew nothing of Andy or his actions, but she soon would. One
Thursday night, she finished work, and after saying goodbye, put on her black coat
over her black mid-calf length pencil skirt suit, with black high heeled boots. She
walked out of the lobby and off the 1000 yards to the Tube station. She had had to
work late that night so it was 7:00 pm and most had gone home .The street had few
other than the sounds of her heels as she walked. The tight skirt and heel made her
take short steps. Andy saw her leave the office. ?YES! I am going to take her,? he
thought. He came up slowly behind her, keeping to the shadows. She knew something
was up. Old feelings and instincts came into play?she never thought to have these
feeling again. Julie knew someone was behind, keeping behind and to the shadows.
There was no way she could run in this skirt and boots. She did not look behind. She
did not want whoever to know she knew they were there. Julie used the trick of
looking in windows to see if or who was behind her. Andy thought, ?Right Bitch!?
Now, he ran up behind her, knife in one hand, other over her mouth, pushing her
forward. She saw him move towards her, his filthy hand going across her mouth,
pushing her forward, the knife coming towards her neck. The old ?her? took over.
Pushing herself back in to him, she hit the main threat, the knife hand, with an outside
hand edge chop. Catching his wrist just right, as she had been taught so many years
ago, she broke his wrist. Andy yelled with pain, ?What the hell!? PAIN SHOT UP
HIS ARM?he dropped the knife. His head swam with pain. Julie grabbed the hand
across her mouth, breaking his little finger. Pulling his arm up and then pulling down
against the elbow, she brought him down to the ground. She then put the high heel of
her smart, black boot and dug it in to his neck while she held his arm locked against
the elbow, putting pressure on the broken little finger of the left hand. The attacker
was yelling in pain and calling her ?f--king bitch!??and worse. She looked around
but no one was about. What was she to do? Well, only one thing?take him to the
police. Andy tried to get up but she had him captive. The pain was bad and she had
him. He could not believe it. Julie thought about how was the best way to control
him and get him to the police. Then she noticed his belt. Bending his wrist to keep
control, she loosened and removed his belt. Using the pain in his finger and the
broken wrist, she tied his arms behind his back. Then, she pulled him to his feet.
Scumbag Andy could not think it was possible but this c--t was tying his arms behind
his back! She told him she was making a citizen?s arrest and taking him to the police.
She carefully picked up the knife, and with out touching it much, put it in her bag.
Andy thought it time to try and run. She brought her foot down against the back of
his knee and he went down on them. Once again, she pulled him to his feet. The
swearing was disgusting. Then he spat in her face. As he tried to turn to face her to
kick her, Julie hit him hard in the solar plexus and he went down again to his knees.
She pulled him to his knees yet again. The swearing was still carrying on. Julie had
enough of this. Holding him by the broken wrist to use as control, she undid her scarf,
which she wore around her blouse. Also taking a handkerchief out of her bag, she
stuffed it into his filthy mouth and tied it in place with the scarf. Andy could no way
take this. She had gagged him??a bitch had gagged him!?
Then Julie started to frog march him out of the street toward the police station. A few
people, as they got in to the more busy part of town, could not believe their eyes. He
tried to break away?a short jerk on his little finger soon put pay to that. One woman
asked what and why? When Julie told her, she spat in Andy?s face and said, ?Good
for you, girl! Way to go!? God! Still no police! Where are they? Can not be all
nicking speeding cars! It did make a very interesting picture, a tall and very lovely,
and feminine young woman frog marching a filthy, bound and gagged, young man.
At last, she came to the police station. Julie walked him though the door. The woman
at the desk looked up in shock at this sight. Julie asked the woman, who was not an
officer, to get a police officer to take charge of her prisoner. Soon a police officer
came out and took Andy away. Julie was taken in for questioning by a high ranking
officer .Why was he bound and gagged? Why the broken wrist finger? She showed
the knife and they took it way for finger printing. She was there for four hours before
she went home.
The press soon got hold of it. The last thing she wanted. She was there for more
questioning to come. That evening, a couple of officers came to her flat. They said
that it turned out he was, after DNA testing, the rapist that was being hunted. But she
may be charged with using excessive force and also, she would have to go to court.
They told her that a background check had come up with some interesting
information. ?Oh,? she thought, ?here we go.? It seems that until three years ago you
served with SAS as a trooper, and was a male called John. The MOD wanted to keep
this quiet for your sake, but it may come out in the court case. ?Oh S?T,? she
thought. The police said, ?It came to us as a BIT OF A SHOCK, Miss.?
Well it went to court. The DNA nailed him, but Julie was all over the press. They
were good at work, but the army thought it best to relocate her just in case. So now,
seven years later, she works as an office manager for a machine tool company just
outside Manchester. She found out that her attacker had OD two years before. Julie
could not feel sad. As her life moved on, she felt good about herself and enjoyed her
life. She made new friends and spent her days outside work shopping and going out
with her friends. She even had some boyfriends and enjoyed them as much as they
enjoyed her. Yes, she had fought the fight to be ?her? and came through, and fought a
scumbag and won .Who says we are the weaker sex? (Mind you, with a little help
from army training.) But now Julie was all woman, but one that doesn?t take s?t!
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