First, a little about me. I'm nearly twenty, petite, red hair and the temper to match. I keep fit by jogging. I hate injustices and am always cheering for the underdog.
If you're wondering what I mean by petite, it's a fancy way of saying small. Small of stature, small boned and yes, small boobs.
Now what happened is I was out jogging. I'd done my laps and was feeling pleasantly tired and relaxed. Near the jogging track is this small grove of various trees. It was supposed to be a memorial to someone, and featured trees from around the world. That was the theory. Most of the foreign trees died off, unable to cope with our climate.
Anyway, this nice little copse was there and I was in the shade, sucking on my water bottle and relaxing after my jog. I was just about to head for home when I heard a muffled squeal from deeper in the woods. It sounded as though someone was in trouble so I headed over towards where the squeal seemed to have come from.
Now I may have been a little rash heading towards the sound of trouble, but I'm not an idiot. I didn't rush in blindly, but edged my way in quietly so I could see before I was seen.
Towards the centre of the copse there was this little clear area with a couple of benches. When I got there I could see this brute had a girl bent over the end of the bench. He'd already pulled down her lower clothes and I could see a red handprint on her bottom where he'd struck her. It wasn't just a red mark. You could clearly see the red handprint on her white bottom.
She was kicking and struggling but not really achieving anything. I assumed that the reason she wasn't screaming was the handprint. The brute had obviously hit her when she tried to and now she was too scared to scream.
I thought of just screaming my head off and hoping that would make him run, but then I had a better idea. He was in the middle of pushing his own trousers down, so I figured a good hard push and his own trousers would trip him up.
I didn't want to give too much warning so I started running full bore at him, shoulder hunched the way I've seen those footballers do it when they hit each other. At the last moment I shrieked, I saw his head turn towards me and then I ploughed into him.
It was like running into a brick wall. I quite literally bounced off him and landed flat on my arse, half stunned. Not that I wasn't also successful. He took a half step to keep his balance, his trousers tangled up his feet and he fell over, swearing.
And to my surprise his victim turned to look at him, glanced over at me and almost rolled around on the ground laughing. What the hell?
These were the exact words that the would-be rapist used as he staggered to his feet. He looked down at me, still too shocked from the collision to get up, and then threw his victim a dirty look.
"What the hell?" he asked, as he pulled his trousers up.
His victim had finally stopped laughing and she hitched her own clothes up.
"We have a heroine," she said. "She thought you were really raping me and came charging in to defend me. Isn't she sweet?"
"No," he disagreed. "She's ruined the entire ambiance. It would look silly to rape you now."
"Aww, poor darling. I know just how to make it up to you. I'll tell you what we'll do in a moment. Help our heroine to her feet. Or better yet, sit her on the bench."
Help me hell. He just picked me up and sat me on the bench. I must have looked a real dork, sitting there, gasping for breath and giving then confused looks.
The 'victim' sat down next to me and patted my hand.
"It's like this, Red," she said. "We just had a little charade going where my boyfriend jumped me and raped me while I was lost in the middle of the woods. These trees are the only woods we could find conveniently close at hand.
I have to say thank you. It was very brave of you to come to my rescue. If it had been real I could have got away and my rapist would have been running the other way, putting distance between us."
"I feel such a fool," I said.
"You shouldn't. You actually complimented us. It showed we were putting on a good performance."
"Maybe," growled the boyfriend. "But taking you now just won't feel as though it's rape anymore. I was looking forward to ravishing you."
"I know, but don't worry," said the woman. "Instead of pretending to ravish me, you can take her instead. That should make up for it."
I heard her say it but the comment just didn't fully register with me. I guess I was still feeling a little shocked.
