A female Equalizer with a death wish, Laura Lion helps defend physically, emotionally, and sexually battered and abused women.
Continued from Chapter 03:
One day, when she was defending, yet, another woman from being physically and emotionally threatened by a man, the man's friend emerged from out of nowhere and snuck up behind her. Seldom caught by surprised, too immersed in her kind caring for the woman to be distracted by the man, she was preoccupied with helping the woman and didn't hear him approaching. With the first man working in conjunction with the second man, were they successful in their sneak attack. Had they accomplished what they wanted to do to Laura, they may have really hurt her.
Fortunately for her, with most people not wanting to get involved, a good Samaritan, came to her rescue. An elderly man was sweeping his sidewalk while watching the violent crime of abuse all unfold. Not about to allow a man to hit a woman, he moved behind the second man approaching Laura from behind and hit him square on his broad back with his broom.
"Hey! Get away from her," he shouted warning Laura in the process. "Look out, Miss," he said.
The second man turned from Laura to advance on the elderly man. Plenty enough warning for her to take action, she moved into preparedness with lightning speed. She stood between the criminal and the elderly man. Then, as if she was Mike Tyson delivering another first-round knockout, before the woman abuser could react, catching him by surprise, she sucker-punched the man with an uppercut to his jaw and knocked him unconscious with a single blow.
Before she could offer further assistance to the woman, the woman and the man's friend had left. They disappeared. No doubt, this wasn't the first time he had abused her. No doubt, this wouldn't be the last time that he abused her, but she couldn't help the woman if she didn't want her help. Obviously, a woman who was as petite and as violent as Laura Lion had frightened them both enough to cause them to run away.
She looked at the brave, old man who had helped her by hitting her potential assailant with his broom. Feeling bad for him, he was in obvious pain and discomfort. Stooped over and unable to straighten up, as if he was Dr. Frederick Frankenstein's aid, Igor, in Young Frankenstein, he walked with a noticeable limp. Obviously, because of his medical conditions, he looked older than he assuredly was.
"What's wrong with you? You're all bent and twisted," said Laura looking at the man with kind and caring eyes. "Why are you walking like that?"
He nodded his head as if he had grown accustom to the pain and walking bent over.
"Arthritis," he said with a shrug. "I have it in both shoulders, my lower back, my hips, and in my knees," he said. "There's nothing I can do. I don't have the money for back and shoulder surgery. I can't afford knee and hip replacement. Instead, I take as much pain medication as I'm allowed without becoming addicted," he said with another shrug.
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She smiled at the man with kindness and understanding.
"I can help you with your pain, if you'd like me to try," she said. A power she didn't know she had until she recently discovered when rubbing her sore arm and hurt leg after battling with two men much bigger than her, she had a special kind of heeling aura. "Remove your shirt," she said while quickly rubbing her hands together. "Let me see what I can do to help you by relieving some of your pain and discomfort."
Then, once his shirt was off, applying pressure as if giving him a deep tissue massage, she rubbed his shoulders and lower back with her left hand, only with her left hand. When the heat of her hand dissipated, building up the heat from friction, she rubbed her hands together again and again. Reapplying her warm, healing touch, as soon as he showed an improvement in mobility, she stopped.
"How's that," she asked? "Is that better?" She stopped to look at him. "You look much better."
As if he was getting ready to take off and fly, he waved and flapped his arms around.
"Better? Are you kidding me? The pain is gone from my shoulders and from my back," he said bending forward, bending backwards, and bending to the side before erecting himself to his full posture and height. "I can move my arms. I don't believe this. It's a miracle. Thank you," he said looking at her as stunned as he was shocked. "Thank you."
As if not surprised that she had alleviated his pain, knowing that she had that she had that secret, genetically induced, heeling ability, she smiled and nodded her head.
"You're welcome," she said. "Now, unbuckle and unzip your trousers and allow them to fall to your ankles," she said. "Let me see if I can do the same with your hips and your knees."
With him standing before her in his white briefs, she squatted down in front of him as if she was getting ready to give him oral sex. Expecting him to have an erection when she had her face and mouth only inches away from his underwear clad prick, she was surprised that he didn't have an erection. Perhaps, he wasn't lying about being impotent. Again, she quickly rubbed her hands together. As soon as he dropped his pants, in the way that she rubbed his shoulders and back, she rubbed his hips and then, his knees with her left hand.
Continually rubbing her hands together to build up the heat induced friction while squatting in front of him, as soon as the heat dissipated from her hands, she rubbed her hands together again and again. Reapplying her heated massage therapy to his hips and to his knees, she was determined to get him to walk without pain, without discomfort, and without a limp. Again, and again, she rubbed her hands together before rubbing his thighs and knees.
As soon as the healing heat dissipated, she rubbed her hands together again and again. Reapplying her hand to his hips and knees, she didn't stop until he showed signs of improvement with less pain and better mobility. In the way that she fixed his shoulder and back, she fixed his hips and knees, too.
"Oh, my God. I can't believe it. It's a miracle. There's nothing, absolutely nothing. There's no pain. It's as if I no longer have Arthritis. I'm pain free. Thank you. Thank you," he said beaming a smile at her and hugging her. "How long will it last?"
He lifted his legs, first one and then the other. Then, he did some squats while dancing around her. He jogged in place and then ran forward and backwards.
"Unless you have another injury, a different injury, your pain shouldn't return," she said.
Before zipping up and buttoning his pants, as if he was expecting her to blow him, he stared down at his underwear clad prick before staring up at her.
