This entire Fall has been a boring part of my life. I go to work at the Massage Therapy College where I teach, I come home to an empty house most evenings.
Sure, there are 2 or 3 clients a week to perk me up, but these are mostly chubby housewife types with sore backs and arms.
Still, they are company, and fill the gap.
My lovely wife Lee is gone 5 days out of 7, she is in the last stages of internship. She always wanted to be a Doctor, it wasn't in the budget until one day 3 little diamonds came up in a row on a slot machine in Reno, and our life changed!
I often busied myself around the house, just to kill time. I am not used to being by myself, more than 20 years of marriage with Lee always there is normal to me.
Lee and I have a free lifestyle usually, although lately she has been tired and snappish. I guess that is understandable, considering the strain she is under.
We have new neighbors, and a huge new home right across the road from us. It upset me at first, but in short order I came to like Donna, the mother of Lisa and Kathy. Both the girls are in my current class, which is fun since they are both simply stunning.
Add in completely uninhibited and you see my point!
The few times I met Donna, she is always polite, friendly, and she is a slightly older carbon copy of her two daughters. But she is reserved in manner, so our relationship is pretty much a wave and "Hi!".
I had noticed that there were almost no visitors, even the two Daughters weren't dating, which was a surprise.
So one Sunday afternoon while working out in my yard, I noticed Lisa and Kathy come screaming down their driveway on their bikes. Legs flashing, they waved and me and yelled out the familiar "Hi, Teacher Ted!" and then they were gone.
I turned back to the Rose bushes I was pruning, when I heard an engine start. A few seconds later, an old truck came slowly down the road, and went out of sight.
I didn't think too much of that, but then I thought I heard a door slam shut. Just down the road from us is a turnout, that goes down by the creek. Almost no one goes there, although there are a couple of young boys who come up from time to time to catch Crawfish.
I started to return to my pruning when it hit me! If the engine started just up the road, someone had to be waiting! There were no homes up there, just a couple of wide spots. If they went just down the road and stopped, then why?
I knew that Lisa and Kathy were long gone, one would need to drive very fast to even keep up with them on the winding two lane blacktop.
DONNA....I realized! She was up there alone, and there is a path from the lower turnout right up the hillside into her yard!
I dropped my shears and trotted down the driveway and up hers. I looked around as I approached the house, nothing.
Then as I started around the side of the house, I head a muffled cry, and a man's angry voice. As I stepped around to the big double doors by the pool, I could see Donna down on her back, and a man pushing at her, I realized he was trying to control her arms and she was struggling.
I let out a bellow and headed for him, I saw him jump back and turn, I saw his hand come up, realized it was a gun.
The rest was a bit of a haze, I was suddenly on him, slashing, scratching, beating at him. This was no fistfight, I was an animal fighting for my life! I was trying to kill him, tear his arms and legs off, not out of anger, out of sheer terror! I managed to get the fingers of my right hand into his face, trying to tear his eyes out, as I beat at his head and body with my free hand. He was on his back, trying to swing at me, but I was too big, too strong.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the pistol skitter away, oddly it seemed to spin in slow motion as I continued to claw at him.
Then he jerked loose and ran. I dropped to my hands and knees, gasping for breath.
The next sound I heard was Donna moaning, I managed to get up to go check on her. She lay back against the wall, she had scooted about 10 feet during the scrap. She had on a white robe, nothing else. She sat with her head in her hands, as I reached down and pulled the robe together, covering her bare body.
"Are you all right?" I asked her, stupidly. She looked up at me, and got up. Then she grabbed me and sobbed, still terrified.
Finally I got her to sit down, and reached for the phone to dial 911.
It took nearly 20 minutes for the Sheriff to arrive at our Country location. They ran around for awhile, bagged the gun, took some scrapings from under my fingernails, and some blood spatters off my clothes. The intruder had obviously been intent on rape, but never got quite that far because of my interuption.
