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It had been two years since Jason's sweet Alice had passed away, killed by a drunk driver. He was still grieving, but realized that at fifty years old he had a lot of living yet to do. Alice had been his childhood sweetheart. As children they lived two houses apart and played together. They maintained their friendship through their school years until High School, when they realized that they loved each other. Both were sixteen when they first made love, and they remained lovers through college. The day after graduation from college, Jason and Alice were married. Life had been good to both of them, providing each with good jobs, a lovely house and all the amenities that made life enjoyable. Their only regret was that they never had children. At age forty-eight, Jason's marvelous life ended just as sure as if he had been in the car with Alice.
Their business had flourished and he was moderately wealthy, not super rich, but he really didn't have to worry. He had money enough for the rest of his life without wanting for anything. Jason just didn't know how to live his life without Alice at his side. He had plunged himself into his work, but after two years he realized that all he had accomplished was to increase his wealth with no one to share it with. His secretary and his friends urged him to take some time off to find himself and learn how to live without Alice. Reluctantly Jason agreed to take a vacation. After going through many travel and cruise brochures, Jason decided to just start driving from place to place, sightseeing here in the good old USA.
Jason drove his Corvette west from Virginia, to sight see then head towards Atlanta. Arriving in Atlanta, he checked into the Ritz-Carlton hotel in midtown Atlanta. Jason showered and shaved before going out to find a good steakhouse. The lobby desk clerk directed him to an upscale restaurant off I 75, said to have the best steaks in Atlanta. Jason found the steakhouse easily and it was as good as advertised. Finishing dinner, Jason asked the Hostess where he might find a lounge or bar with authentic country music. She directed him to a place called the Country Barn that had good music, good crowds, spirits and dancing. The Hostess told him that a lot of yuppies and some older crowd frequented the Barn. He thanked her, paid his check and drove off to find the Country Barn.
Jason found the Barn and walked to the door, hearing the music playing one of his favorite country melodies. Inside, the dancehall and bar were packed with a generous mix of young people and others near his own age. He spied an empty barstool and was fortunate to grab it before any of the other patrons claimed it. Jason ordered a beer and turned around in his barstool to watch the dancers, band and the crowd. Every so often the band played a New Country song, to placate the yuppies, and charge up the drinking horde. Some of the women danced with their girlfriends when no males asked them to dance.
Jason's eye caught a stunning redhead, gyrating and dancing with her girlfriend, to the rock beat of the New Country song. She was tall, with a lovely chest as best as he could tell, great long legs and gorgeous. Her dancing was sensuous, sexy and caught the eye of several guys in the dance hall. Every movement of her body was fluid, rhythmic and in perfect sync with the music. Looking closer at her, Jason saw that she was certainly not of the young yuppie age group, but appeared to be in her mid to late thirties. Jason's heartbeat quickened and for the first time since his wife had died, he felt alive. He found himself tapping his toe and fingers to the rhythm of the song as he watched her gyrate to the music. Several guys tried to cut in to dance with her, but she declined each request.
A man, who seemed to have become upset when she declined to dance with him, started to shout obscenities at her, that she was a cockteaser. She ignored him and that seemed to make him even angrier. When the music ended, the woman and her girlfriend headed to their table, located near Jason. He could see that she was truly beautiful and had a smile worth dying for. Jason shook his head, sipped his beer and admired the stunning woman. The man that had called her, a cockteaser, walked to her table and demanded that she dance with him. Jason put his beer on the bar and took an interest in these proceedings. The woman smiled and shook her head no, then looked away from him.
"Don't turn your back to me, you fucking cunt!" the man shouted at her. The woman ignored him again. "You fucking cockteaser! You look at me when I talk to you!" he screamed at her. She refused to look at him or to respond and just stared at her drink. Enraged, the man pushed her to the floor screaming, "You rotten cunt! I'll beat the shit out of your cock sucking ass, bitch!" He moved toward her as she lay on the floor only to be cut off by Jason who knelt to help her.
"Are you all right?" Jason asked her. She nodded as she rubbed her elbow and knee where she struck them on the table and floor.
"Get the fuck away from her, cock sucker!" the man shouted at Jason, who didn't answer, but watched him out of the corner of his eye. "I'll kick your ass and the fucking whores' too!" He reached down to grasp Jason's shoulder as he knelt at the woman's side. As soon as Jason felt the man's fingers touch his shoulder, he whirled on his knee and drove his fist hard into the man's balls! The man screamed and doubled up holding his crotch. Jason stood up and punched him on his jaw, sending him reeling to the floor. The man was roiling on the floor, holding his balls, cursing, and screaming, but without any zeal to continue the fight.
Jason turned to help the woman to her feet. She was crying and her knee and elbow were bruised. Her stockings had been torn and runs seemed to be everywhere throughout her hose. "Thank you," she managed to whisper to Jason, as her girlfriend tried futilely to tidy her up. Jason nodded, but was more concerned about the man's two friends that had come to his aid. The girlfriend helped the woman sit down in her chair, as the two men helped their drunken friend to his feet. Jason looked coldly at both of them, hoping that he could remember all the martial arts training he had received when he was in his twenties.
"Hey, man," one of them said calmly to Jason, "He had it coming…we don't want any problem with you or the lady. We're going to take him home." They walked the drunken man to the door and left.
Jason suddenly felt some pain in his right hand from having punched the drunk. As he rubbed his hand, the manager of the Barn walked to Jason, smiling. "I have no quarrel with what you did. That bastard had it coming. He's been a pain in the ass for over a week and if you hadn't cold cocked him, I would have," he said. He turned to the woman and asked, "Glenda, are you ok? Do you need a doctor, or to go to the hospital? That was a nasty fall."
"No, Whitey…thanks to this handsome knight in shining armor, I'm ok," she said softly. She smiled at Jason and extended her hand to him, "Hi, I'm Glenda Pierce. Thank you so much for what you did to save me from that animal," she said still smiling.
