Part one, In the garage.
I had just been punched right between my eye balls, and I was sat on my ass against the wall in my garage looking at the stars as they swirled around my dizzy head. He had found me, I thought I had given him the brush off and got away without paying what I owed him, or should I say his dad.
His father owns the garage where I had taken my car; it had been acting up, knocking and grinding slightly. He had hooked it up to one of those computer diagnostic things and found the problem. And the cost was going to be high, very high indeed. He told me and asked me if I wanted the work doing.
Not knowing anything about cars I asked if he could do it any cheaper, he took me into his office and showed me the cost of the parts and then the labour, it all added up to what he had told me outside. The trouble was, I was skint, we were about to move home and relocate 150 miles away and I was to start a new and better paid job. But I didn't have a spare penny to my name.
Thinking quickly I said yes okay if I could pay at the end of the month, 3 weeks away. He knew where we lived, he had done bits for us before. He said yes okay and I left. He called me 3 days later and told me to come for the car and test drive it. I did and it all seemed fine to me.
I went home and showed my lovely wife our renewed car. She was delighted but worried about the cost, I assured her it was all going to be okay, all taken care of I told, 'don't you worry your pretty little head about it,' I had said.
Well I had been well and truly found out, caught and about to be taken to task, big time. Derek, the garage owner's son had found me a week later, simply by ringing my sister, whose car they had also serviced and I had forgotten about. She had unknowingly told him where we had moved to. She had asked him why he was looking for me, and he just said. He had a spare part they hadn't given to me.
So now here I was on my ass wondering if I would live through it all. The battering I mean, he grabbed me by the neck, hauled me to my feet and threw me over said car. He was a lot bigger than me, a lot stronger, and as mad as hell, and really, who could blame him?
I bleated that I was sorry, that earned me a round house slap that sent me spinning again.
"I'll pay you, I promise, I'm really sorry," I snivelled under a split top lip.
"Oh you'll pay alright you cheating thieving bastard, we do your car, offer terms to settle on the month end and you just fuck off!" He roared at me.
A solid thump to the guts dropped me in a heap, I couldn't breathe, I thought I was going to die.
"Go and get me our money, and now, or I'll batter you up hill and down dale you cunt!" He shouted.
"I don't have any; I won't until I get paid in 2 weeks, please?" I was begging, 'what a fucking coward you are Tim Caswell,' I told myself.
He stared at me in disbelief, "you don't have any, you had better get some and right now you nasty bastard," another slap on the top of my head put me back on the floor again. Then I was temporarily rescued. My wife walked into the garage returning from her shopping trip.
I'm Tim Caswell by the way, 28 years old, and my gorgeous wife is Wendy, I'm an average kind of guy, work in computers, no, I am not a nerd. But I'm no stone statue either; I'm 5ft 10" weighing in at around 155lbs. I am not powerfully built; my work keeps me too busy for things like the gym. And being here confronted by this young mad raging mountain, wasn't in any of my immediate plans.
Wendy is 24, and any mans sex dream, unless he's a poofter, how on earth I caught her I still wonder to this day. She stands at 5ft 8" and in her heels she out does me. Her long shaggy blond hair is soft and sleek; she's got this incredible soft delicate skin, and rosy cheeks that redden to bright red blotches when we make love.
Her lips are full and inviting, if she puts a pencil in them when she's working something out I can get a hard on just from watching her. She is as sexy as hell with everything that she does. She is beautiful to put it in its proper context, and believe me I know how lucky I am.
We've been married 4 years and really just making headway, my new job will see to that. The only thing Wendy lacks, and this is my opinion, she isn't in any way assertive enough. People can frighten her, and if truth be known, bullied too. Though I would never do that to her. She lets me take all the decisions and accepts it.
We don't have children yet, we were waiting for our situation to change and then we would try. She had been off the pill since I was offered my new job so it was all systems go, as it were.
The man in our garage beating me up was Derek Foster, the 21 year old son of the man I had ripped off. He is about 6ft 3" and built like a brick shit house! Long dark hair, cut into his neck, I suppose you could call him good looking, but I'm not into appraising other men's looks. Wide shouldered, narrow hipped, and big strong legs.
He demeanour was as big as he was too, strong willed that was for sure, and aggressive too. He stood there in front of me fists clenched ready for another pop at me, and an angry smile on his face.
"What on earth is going on Tim?" she said, and hurried to me. She saw my cut lip, and battered state. I motioned to Derek and muttered.
"I owe him some money, I haven't paid it and he wants it. And he's going to beat me up until I do." The whine in my terrified voice was palpable; I hated myself for being such a wimp!
"You owe money, what for, why?" she begged me.
"He didn't pay us for the repairs we did on your car, he just sneaked out of town, ran away like a fucking rabbit!" Derek said very loudly. I could see Wendy was stunned.
It was two things that made her go wide eyed, the first was, and I knew it straight away, it was the profanity, 'fucking,' he had said. The second was hearing I hadn't paid for the car and left the owner out of pocket. This I also knew she would not like, not one bit.
"Tim, tell me that isn't true?" she said, and turning to my attacker, she said, "please stop this, I'm sure we can work something out."
"It'll only get worked out if I get the money," he shouted at her and stepped forward. I saw Wendy cringe from him, I stood there hopelessly helpless. Just like the wimp I knew I always was, Wendy had never seen this side of me but I was, I have always been a wimp. But to her, my darling gorgeous wife I was her hero, her strong man.
