It only took me about ten minutes to drive us to my small apartment. Once there, I carried Miss Jones into my place just like she was a little baby.
I laid her on my sofa and reached to turn on the lamp, I was so shocked and so fucking mad when I saw her pretty face was so violated.
She had two very black eyes, swollen lips and most of her face was bruised. Looking down her body I could see massive bruises on her hips and legs where the black men had been kicking and punching her.
I sat there caressing her blood stained hair, holding back tears from my eyes. How could anybody hurt someone so sweet and loving as this special lady, I would never know.
A little while later she woke up, giving me a little smile and squeezing my hand.
"I’m so sorry I didn’t get to you faster Miss Jones, I’m so sorry." I said as tears ran down my cheeks.
She sat up pulling my sobbing body to her and said, " Oh Larry if it hadn’t been for you I mite be dead now, it’s fine, you saved me," She was now crying too, " Larry, thank you."
As Miss Jones was caressing my face I ask her, " Can I get you some ice or aspirins Or both, Miss Jones?"
She managed a little smile as she replied, " Call me Cindy, I think you have earned it. Ice and aspirins would be nice."
We talked into the early morning hours, about everything from school to what our plans for old age where. I found out that Cindy, had been married to a man that enjoyed beating her on a daily bases.
She got a divorce from him and started back to school and became a teacher. She wanted a better school than our present one but, when your new, you get the shit schools.
I told her of my dreams of playing pro baseball, having all kinds of young babes wanting me.
She just gave me a sexy look and said, " You can have that dream now from the way the girls and the lady teachers at school look at you."