As I approached my car, I knew that I had forgotten to have the parking lot light replaced. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my keys just as I was grabbed around the waist with another hand over my mouth. He easily lifted me off the ground and ran to the back of the building where I saw to big men wearing masks.
I tried to kick and claw my way free, but at just five feet tall and 101 pounds against three big men, it was hopeless. "Mmmppppppff! I tried to scream.
"Ha ha ha," the men laughed as one stepped forward and grabbed both of my feet lifting them to his waist. The third man ripped my blouse and then used a knife to cut my bra. The knife slid down the waist of my shorts and cut them off leaving me in just my bikini panties. I continued trying to kick and scratch, but I was completely outmatched. One of men was holding both of my arms with his hand over my mouth and the second man was between my legs holding his black cock. The third man was behind him holding my legs apart for easy access.
"Now we gonna fuck dis uppity little nigger, boys," one of them said as he began unzipping his pants. He reached to pull my panties off when my legs were suddenly freed. As my legs fell to the ground, the man between my legs was yanked backwards and tossed into the air against the block wall of the plaza building. The man holding my arms took his hand from my mouth and reached into his pocket and had a knife out in a split second, but it was ripped from his hand and he was rammed head first into the block wall as I fell to the ground.
As I started to get up, a huge white hand reached down, grabbed my arm and yanked me to my feet. I looked up at one of the biggest men I had ever seen. He must have been at least a foot-and-a-half taller than me. His short sleeve shirt had a patch over one pocket that said 'Jackson's Plumbing' and a patch over the other pocket that said 'Henry.' His sleeves bulged with muscles, but he also had a roll around his middle, and I'm sure he weighed at least 275 pounds.
When he let go of my arm, I was unsteady and almost fell until he reached out and held me on my feet. He said, "Are you OK Missy?" I looked down at the three men lying on the ground and then back at this giant. "Are you ok? Do you know these fellas?" He asked again.
"I . . . I know them. I . . . I think . . . I think I'm ok. Who are you?"
His pale homely face gave me a big grin as he said, "My name's Henry. I work at the plumbing shop across the street. I was just leaving work when I saw that there fella grab you and carry you back here. You're a tiny little think, ain't ya?"
All of a sudden it dawned on me that I was almost naked so I put my arms across my chest. Henry took a step back and looked flustered for a second before he unbuttoned and removed his shirt and handed it to her. When she put it on, it reached past her knees. She pulled it closed. "Thank you for saving me, Henry."
One of my attackers began moving and started to get to his feet and before I knew what I was doing, I was standing behind Henry with my arms holding on to his waist. He smiled down at me, removed my hands and then stepped forward and lifted my attacker by his collar. His feet were off the ground as Henry said to him, "If you and your friends ever come near little missy again, I'll hurt ya bad." Then he slammed him into the wall and he fell to the ground. He reached down and removed all of their masks, and I knew that I knew two of them.
Henry reached for my arm and turned me back towards the parking lot. "Come on Missy. I'll walk you to your car. Are you sure you're OK?"
I had to lean on him for support all the way to my car. I was trembling from almost getting raped by three big black guys behind my own strip mall. As I leaned against my car, I said, "My name is Janet Taylor. Thank you again, Henry. I'm not sure I can drive home just yet. Can you help me back inside my computer store?"
The big man almost carried my back into my store and I sat at my desk. "Will you stay with me for a little while, Henry?" I asked him.
"Uh. Well, ok, but can I go get another shirt?"
"Oh," I said. "Let me give you your shirt back. I have a tee shirt here that I can put on." I went to the back room and put on a tee shirt and an old pair of shorts that I used when I painted the showroom a couple months ago. I grabbed a couple bottles of water and went back to give Henry his shirt. After he put his shirt on, he stood and started for the door. I can't explain why, but I said, "Henry, please stay with me for a little while."
He turned around, nodded and sat back down. I said, "Tell me about yourself, Henry. Where did you go to school? How long have you been a plumber?"
"Well, uh Missy. I . . . uh mean Janet. I went to Roosevelt High School. I played center on the football team and was even an All State Player three years in a row. I was in special education so I knew I wasn't smart enough to go to college. So, I got a job across the street at Mr. Jackson's Plumbing Shop. He trained me a couple years ago and now I am one of his crews that goes out and unplugs toilets and stuff. I've worked there for four years since I graduated from high school."
We talked for a few more minutes and then he asked, "How old are you, Janet? What do you do here when you work?"
I smiled at him and said, "Well, I'm 32 years old. I graduated from Central High and then went to USC where I got a degree in computer science. My grandfather left me a trust fund, and I used some of it to buy this plaza and open a computer shop."
His eyes got real big and he asked, "You mean you own the Pappa Johns Pizza Shop and the dry cleaners and everything?"
I laughed. "No. They just rent space from me just like the license bureau and the bakery."
He said, "Well, you're really tiny. How tall are you and how much do you weigh?"
I might have been offended if someone else had asked that, but I just shrugged and said, "I'm five feet tall and I weigh 101 pounds. And before you ask, I measure 33-24-35 and I wear a B cup bra. Now, how about you?
He looked kind of sad when he said, "Well, I'm six feet six inches tall and I weigh 274 pounds."
"Why do you look so sad, Henry?"