Chapter Five: A fight before satisfaction
Lisa's point of view
On the drive back to the vineyard, Ted seemed to take every back road he knew. I tried to watch the scenery and act as though it didn't matter how long it took to get back to his house but I was melting in my seat. Never in my life had I been so worked up as this morning and I needed release. He wouldn't let me touch myself but he did reach over every few minutes and caress me, like he was keeping a pot simmering.
My glorious plans to drag him right into the bedroom and have my way with him hit a roadblock as soon as we pulled into the driveway. There was a black SUV sitting there. Both of us said the same thing explosively at the same time. "Shit!" It was good to know that I had him wanting me as badly as I wanted him.
Ted brought the car to a halt and climbed out. As he frowned at the vehicle, the door to the SUV opened and a man got out. Boy, did he looked pissed.
The man stalked right up to Ted and got in his face as I was getting out of the car. "You son of a bitch," he shouted at Ted. "Who the hell do you think you are, trying to sic the police on me, asshole? You think I tried to blow you up and got the wrong car? Screw you!"
Ted stood his ground and didn't flip out. I can't believe Ted kept his cool. This guy frightened the hell out of me. I fumbled in my purse while Ted responded.
"Back off, Price. I didn't tell them you did it, just that we had words. This is private property so get off it before I give in to temptation and throw your sorry ass off it."
This testosterone fest was getting out of hand. I could tell from the way that Price guy was turning red and tensing up.
"Stop it," I said loudly. "Get back in your car and get moving, whoever you are."
That focused Price's attention on me. Bad call on my part. He started towards me. "Fuck you, cunt! You were just lucky that bomb was on the wrong car, killed your fag friend and didn't kill the right guy and you with him! Oh, didn't think it would get out?" he sneered. "It's all over the news. Queer killed at club, film at 11!"
Ted grabbed him around the throat from behind as I reeled back in fear and shock. He elbowed Ted and twisted loose. Then they started circling and exchanging blows.
I pulled myself together and decided it would take too long to call the police so instead I pulled out my mace. I stepped in and aimed it right into his face as he reacted to me, swinging. The mace went flying and I stumbled back.
Ted caught him with a body blow as they grappled, fists flying. The prick's fist exploded against Ted's jaw and he went sprawling. Price stepped up and kicked him.
I started screaming and scrambled for the fallen mace. I had to stop him from hurting Ted! Mace in hand, I ran back around him and sprayed. He screamed and swung blindly at me. The world exploded in stars and the universe landed on me like a ton of bricks. I heard more screaming, so I must have been awake.
The screaming cut off after a few moments with the meaty sound of blows. I tried to get my bearings and call out for Ted or crawl to him but I couldn't seem to gather my rattled wits. With a sudden movement, everything shifted and I was looking up at Ted. He looked worried. "Lisa, are you okay?"
I shook my head and decided I was going to live but my face hurt. "Owww! That prick hit me! Let me up!" I was suddenly furious. Was testosterone contagious?
Ted helped me up. I saw our attacker huddled in a ball on the ground, moaning and writhing, his hands covering his face.
Before Ted could stop me, I planted my heel right into the prick's crotch. As he screamed, flopped and retched, Ted wrapped his arms around me, pulling me back, laughing. "He's down. Let it go. We'll call the Sheriff."
I struggled against him for a moment before I came to my senses. Reluctantly, I nodded and stepped back, trembling from the adrenaline rush of what had just happened. He pulled his cell phone from his belt and dialed. I could hear him speaking as I stalked back and forth. I was trying to get a grip on my fear and anger.
Right after Ted hung up, I saw a dust plume from a red sedan coming up the drive. It couldn't be the Sheriff. It was way too soon. Dina was driving with Stan in the passenger seat and woman in the back. They all piled out when it pulled to a stop and took in the scene with surprise.
"What in heaven's name is going on?" Stan asked. Briefly, Ted told him and Stan's face contorted in the first angry expression I had seen on him. He stalked off towards the back of the house, muttering under his breath.
The woman threw herself into Ted's arms and I stopped, open mouthed in surprise. Dina must have seen my expression, because she shook her head and pulled me aside. "That's his sister, Sue. We just picked her up at the airport. She flew in when Stan called her." She frowned at me. "What happened to you?"
I growled, pointing at the prick. "He hit me before Ted took him out."
Dina's eyes narrowed and glittered dangerously. Now it was my turn to hold someone back from going after him.
"No. I already kicked him in the nuts. Wait for the police," I said calmly.
"Good!" Dina exclaimed.
Stan returned with a length of rope. He flipped the prick over and tied his hands behind him. "That should hold him."
Ted came over to me with his arm around his sister. Up close, I could see some family resemblance. She was crying a little. "Lisa, this is my little sister, Sue. Sue, this is Lisa. I'm not sure but I
think
she's my girlfriend."
I snorted. "Yes, Ted, I'm your girlfriend." I held out my arms and hugged his sister.
"I heard what happened," Sue said. "I'm happy Ted and you are okay but I'm so sorry about your friend. Do they know who did it? Was it that guy?" She gestured at the prick as she let go of me.
"Damned if I know," I responded. "He doesn't like Ted very much, so maybe. The police will get it out of him."
A siren growing louder drew our attention to a sheriff's car as it turned into the drive and sped towards us, dust plume behind it. After it came to a stop, a deputy jumped out. Not one of those from last night but that made sense - they wouldn't be on duty.
The deputy looked around, his hand near his gun and then laughed. "Looks like things are under control."