Dave befriends a homeless woman by giving her money and feeding her.
With hands and feet flying too fast for the untrained eye to see and definitely too fast if you're the intended victim to defend against, as if it was a slight of hand, card trick that needed to be seen in slow motion to see it, appreciate it, and enjoy it, the noise stopped immediately. Almost before it even started, the altercation was over. Having trained these very techniques thousands of times at home, in the gym, in the Dojo, and in combat, these three men didn't stand a chance against Dave.
Even though Dave already told them what he'd do to them and what to expect, they had no time to react. Before the smallest of the men could even react by reaching up his hand to slice him with his knife, Dave struck as if grabbing a fly in mid flight. In the way that he hit the little man on the side of the head with such speed and with such force, his right knuckle hit a bull's-eye on his right temple and he was unconscious before he even hit the ground. As if it was all a choreographed danced, the offensive moves were seamless. Fluid in motion and all at the same time, as if he was Matt Damon in Born Identity fighting the Zurich police in fast speed, when his hand hit the first man, his foot was already kicking the second one.
He kicked the gun out of the biggest man's hand by hitting a pressure point in his forearm with his steel toed shoe and while fracturing his arm in the process. When the man watched his gun flying through the air instead of looking at Dave, stepping into him with an open handed chop to the throat, the man fell to the ground in pain with two hands to his neck and gasping for air. With a quick step and a side turn to the left, he moved seemingly without even thinking. As if he was a piston, squatting down and using his whole body to explode up with high pressured power, he flicked out his hand and doubled over the third man with a Karate shot with the heel of his hand to his solar plexus. Without having the time to even lift the pipe he was holding, down on the ground, it was a hit that would have stopped his heart had Dave hit him just a little higher and a little harder.
Over in three seconds with one knuckle, one kick, one chop, and one open handed hit, it wasn't much of a fight. They would have had more of a chance had there been two more of them. He picked up the gun and as if disassembling his weapon to clean it and reassemble it again, he removed the clip, emptied the chamber, and threw it all in a trash bin. Then, he picked up the knife and broke it in two against the brick wall and tossed that in the trash bin too. Unless they were willing to jump in there and root around with the rats and roaches, he didn't think they'd retrieve them to use on anyone else. It took him longer to disable the weapons than it did to disarm the three men.
The perfect scenario for him, he couldn't count how many men he's trained to face three, armed men in combat and these three, hapless men were just misfit, training dummies, and all with weapons that they didn't know how to use. First rule, never point a gun unless you're going to fire it and keep a knife close to your body, otherwise your attacker will just take it away and use it against you. Moreover, never give away your intentions, don't even flash a pipe until you're ready to use it. He guessed they didn't know any of that.
"Are you okay?"
Her shirt ripped wide open and her pants pulled down, he looked down at Susan on the ground nearly naked. With her big breasts exposed beneath her torn, open shirt and her pants down around her ankles to reveal her blonde pussy, flat stomach, and round ass, Dave felt as much sensitivity for the woman as he did lust. It had been a while since he had sex and he was horny by the naked views of her hot body. He put an arm beneath the woman to help her to her feet, while she bent at the waist to pull up her pants. Being that Dave likes big breasted, blonde women, even homeless women who looked at hot as she still did, even in her disheveled appearance, unable to advert his eyes from her nearly naked body, he watched her tits fall forward when she bent forward to pull up her pants.
He couldn't help himself from imagining those big tits hanging down in his face while he felt, fondled, and sucked them and before she blew him. Recoiling from his leering stare, no doubt knowing that he's already seen most of her naked body, she clutched her shirt closed in embarrassed shame and false pride, being that she was homeless and sleeping in a dirty doorway in an alley. She grimaced when she reached her hand up to try and do something with her hair while holding her blouse closed with her other.
"Yeah," she said looking up at him with shock, "thanks." She surveyed the three men motionless on the ground. "What happened to them? How did you do that so fast? I didn't even see you hit them."
"I needed to stop the noise. They were making too much noise," said Dave holding his hands over his ears while shaking his head as if he was a disappointed and disapproving parent. "They were giving me a terrible headache with all the noise they were making. Dave doesn't like noise."
"Dave? Who's the Hell is Dave? I thought you were alone," she said looking around the alley before taking a step away from him.
With a street smart look, she summed him up before grabbing for the wall with an unsteady hand.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He put a strong, steady hand beneath the inside of her arm again. She was rewarded with his kindness while he was rewarded with a feel of the side of her big breast pressed against his hand.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks. I'm just a little dizzy. They hit me pretty hard," she said pulling away from him while rubbing her jaw with one hand and closing her shirt and clutching her ribs with the other. "I think he may have broken my rib when he kicked me," she said grimacing in pain while tenderly feeling herself through her shirt with her fingers. "If I wasn't feeling so weak from not eating, I would have kicked their asses."
"Breathe in," he said. "May I?" She allowed his hand access inside her shirt. Her reached inside her unbuttoned shirt to feel her rib with an experienced fingers and a gentle hand. "Take a big breath in and a slow breath out. Does it hurt to breathe?"
Being that she wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts were so large, when he reached his hand inside her open shirt to feel her rib, her heavy breast rested on the top of his hand. After having been groped most of their lives, especially if they happen to have big breasts, most women know that men don't need to use their fingers and horny hands to feel women's breasts. Men have breast sensors all over their bodies. They can cop a cheap feel of a woman's breast with their forearm, elbow, knee, leg, shoulder, back, and even with the back of their hand. Solely from the firmness of her breast upon the back of his hand, as if he was Sherlock Holmes on a breast investigation, he deduced correctly that she was younger than she looked. In the way that she was holding her own in fighting them, he wondered if she was an undercover cop but if she was, she'd have plenty of backup watching her back.
"No, it doesn't hurt to breathe but it hurts to move," she said.
"Lucky for you it's only bruised and not broken," he said reaching his hand inside her unbuttoned shirt again to feel her rib again as his pretense to feel her breast again, if even only with the breast sensors on the back of his hand.
"Thank you," she said and pulling away from him again when, no doubt, realizing that he was copping a cheap feel on the pretense of checking her for injuries.
In the way she was so shapely put together, in checking her for more internal injuries, he'd love to give her a complete physical exam from pussy to breast. She had a beautiful body and he wouldn't mind seeing her naked again.
"You'll be fine in a few weeks," he said reluctantly removing his hand from inside her shirt when she pulled away from him.
As if he was an emergency room doctor and, in the way that he's helped soldiers survive battlefield wounds, he was more than qualified to tend to her bruised ribs. After seeing her up close, a real diamond in the rough, he'd love to give her the full attention that she needs.
"Bastard," she said kicking the unconscious man in the ribs, the one who kicked her in the ribs, ribs, before kicking him in the face.
"That's going to leave a bruise," he said laughing. "Okay that's enough," he said wrapping his arms around her and pulling her away from the man before giving him his own, swift Karate kick to the ribs.
Definitely, in the way that he kicked him and knew how to hurt him, no doubt, he broke his ribs for the bruised ribs that he gave her. When he wrapped his arms around her, with both arms around both of her breasts and her round ass firmly pressed against the quickly emerging bulge in his pants, he imagined being with her and making love with her.
"Bastard," she said more focused on the unconscious man than on him holding her while feeling her body with every sexual nerve ending that his body possesses. When Dave pulled her away from going berserk on the man, she spit her outrage on the man after extricating herself from his hold again.
"You're thinly bony," he said. "You weigh nothing. When did you last eat?"
He looked at her while imagining her in cleaner clothes, a short skirt and a low cut blouse, her hair done, and wearing makeup. She'd be stunning. He looked at her while wondering why she was out here alone with no one to protect her. He looked at her as if seeing her for the first time.
"Eat? I dunno." She looked at him confused while wiping her nose with her dirty sleeve. "What day is it today? After a while, I lose track of time," she said with sadness. "When you're out here with no money and no hope, it's hard to tell one day from the next. They all feel the same with morning dragging into night before starting all over again."
"C'mon. The diner is open down the block. I could use some grub and I hate eating alone. My treat."
"Okay," she said picking up her two bags of cans.
"Leave them," he said.
"Leave them? Are you nuts?" She looked at him as if he were crazy. "I can't leave my cans."
"You can't take those with you in the diner," he said.
"I can't leave my cans," she stomped her foot as if she was a spoiled child. "Someone will take them. It took me all day to collect those cans. There's enough money in those bags to buy me coffee and a muffin and to eat off of for a couple of days. There must be three hundred cans in those bags. That's about fifteen dollars and there's not another can to be found in this whole alley," she said looking at her bags with a knowledgeable eye but a bit hard pressed to do the quick math in her head. She stared at her plastic bags as they were filled with money.
"Here," he said handing her three twenties. "I just bought them from you. Now they're my cans. Leave them. C'mon, let's go eat."
