Straight Female / 27
This might not be the right place to post this but it's an event in my life that some might find interesting. When I started college I moved to a small town not far from a large city and the place had a two man police department, one supermarket that was not terribly super, no hospital, and only the College nearby.
I had moved into a small rented house that had plenty of need for maintenance and I saw my work cut out. One day while working in my yard on a Saturday, a tall man, roughly 6'3" came by and introduced himself as Mark. He said he "ran the neighborhood" and women he chose would be his to use in any way he wanted. I laughed and said, "If you are being serious you need plenty of mental help."
He said he "Has all the help he needed and one of the policemen in town is his cousin who supported him in anything he did." He explained that he was using the young women in the town, for sex, whenever he needed them. These are not the exact words but the best my memory can recall. It felt like a big joke to me, but alarmed me.
I phoned my brother, Jim, about it. He lived about 350 miles away and after he heard what I told him he said he would drive in to visit me for a brief time. My brother had spent four years in the military, mostly in Japan, where he had studied Aikido. I knew little about it but knew that he was gifted at it and when he returned to the U.S. continued to study it and began to teach it at the request of his own teacher.
After Jim arrived he said that he wanted to see Mark and instruct him on his future behavior. It did not take long but we found out where Mark lived and went to his home. There were a couple of odd looking people there. Mark recognized me when he opened his door and I said, "I want to introduce my brother, Jim, to you."
Jim was not small man but shorter than Mark, about three inches. Jim walked around Mark and said, "Susan told me what you said to her and I came to inform you that as an answer to your insolence toward her, you will now experience some pain. This pain will be mild, but if you show aggression toward me the pain will increase. Then Jim turned toward me and said, "This man is not a fighter at all but a feeble man who has used his towering height to intimidate others. This man is actually a coward." Pissed, Mark said, "I'll show you coward" and made the mistake of lunging toward Jim.
With a few light hand movements, Jim threw Mark to the floor. There was a loud thud and groan. Mark, puzzled and angry, got up and moved toward Jim again and this time, Jim fell to one knee and tossed Mark right over his head. It was weird seeing a 230 lb, 6'3" man spinning in the air. This time, Mark was injured. However, he quickly learned to not attempt to threaten Jim in any way. The people who were at Mark's left and then Jim instructed Mark to maintain a distance from me as long as I lived in that town. Jim said, "If I hear that you have erred in any way, I will be back with lessons for you that you will carry for the balance of your life."
As it turned out, Mark was a bully but not altogether stupid. He kept his distance for the few years I lived in the little town. All in all, I was glad to get out of the place. Tiny towns are not for me. There's always one or two complete assholes making a mess.
I had moved into a small rented house that had plenty of need for maintenance and I saw my work cut out. One day while working in my yard on a Saturday, a tall man, roughly 6'3" came by and introduced himself as Mark. He said he "ran the neighborhood" and women he chose would be his to use in any way he wanted. I laughed and said, "If you are being serious you need plenty of mental help."
He said he "Has all the help he needed and one of the policemen in town is his cousin who supported him in anything he did." He explained that he was using the young women in the town, for sex, whenever he needed them. These are not the exact words but the best my memory can recall. It felt like a big joke to me, but alarmed me.
I phoned my brother, Jim, about it. He lived about 350 miles away and after he heard what I told him he said he would drive in to visit me for a brief time. My brother had spent four years in the military, mostly in Japan, where he had studied Aikido. I knew little about it but knew that he was gifted at it and when he returned to the U.S. continued to study it and began to teach it at the request of his own teacher.
After Jim arrived he said that he wanted to see Mark and instruct him on his future behavior. It did not take long but we found out where Mark lived and went to his home. There were a couple of odd looking people there. Mark recognized me when he opened his door and I said, "I want to introduce my brother, Jim, to you."
Jim was not small man but shorter than Mark, about three inches. Jim walked around Mark and said, "Susan told me what you said to her and I came to inform you that as an answer to your insolence toward her, you will now experience some pain. This pain will be mild, but if you show aggression toward me the pain will increase. Then Jim turned toward me and said, "This man is not a fighter at all but a feeble man who has used his towering height to intimidate others. This man is actually a coward." Pissed, Mark said, "I'll show you coward" and made the mistake of lunging toward Jim.
With a few light hand movements, Jim threw Mark to the floor. There was a loud thud and groan. Mark, puzzled and angry, got up and moved toward Jim again and this time, Jim fell to one knee and tossed Mark right over his head. It was weird seeing a 230 lb, 6'3" man spinning in the air. This time, Mark was injured. However, he quickly learned to not attempt to threaten Jim in any way. The people who were at Mark's left and then Jim instructed Mark to maintain a distance from me as long as I lived in that town. Jim said, "If I hear that you have erred in any way, I will be back with lessons for you that you will carry for the balance of your life."
As it turned out, Mark was a bully but not altogether stupid. He kept his distance for the few years I lived in the little town. All in all, I was glad to get out of the place. Tiny towns are not for me. There's always one or two complete assholes making a mess.
