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Default Will’s Lesson

Will's Lesson

It was 7:00 pm and Will couldn't stand to stare at his computer screen another second. He worked hard, was successful and, at only 29, on his way to being one of the few black partners at his firm. His salary and extremely good looks allowed him to live the plush life he always wanted, which amounted to a lot of womanizing. He'd broken a lot of hearts in his day, even going back as far as high school. Although he played four years of tennis in high school, he was never the jock. It was his smooth personality and intellect that always got him in good with whatever girl he had his eye on.

But recently, the stress of work had gotten to him. He had
broken up with his latest girl--one of the nice, caring types--because he did not have time for her. What he needed tonight was a stress relief. He picked up his phone and dialed his best friend, Jeff. He and Jeff had planned on hitting the gym that evening for a racquet ball match.

"Hey, we still on?"

"You bet," Jeff said.

Will hung up and straightened up his desk a little. Then loosened his tie and rolled it up putting it in his pocket. He then grabbed the gym bag he had on the floor and headed to the restroom. He was eager to get to the gym and with a surge of energy, decided to change before leaving. In the restroom stall, he quickly took off his work clothes and put on a gray t-shirt, black mesh shorts, and some white socks to match his expensive white Nike tennis shoes. He shoved his work clothes in his gym bag and headed out the door.

Will sprinted through the parking lot to his convertible, black BMW and within minutes, he was speeding on the freeway. The Dallas night was stifling hot, but he still rode with the top down. He soon arrived at the gym and signed in at the front desk. Jeff had already arrived and reserved a racquet ball court. The two friends spent nearly an hour smashing the small blue ball against the wall before Jeff interrupted the game and said he needed to get going.

When Jeff left, Will still had some energy in him so he decided to hit the weight room. He wasn't a huge man. He was about 5'9" and weighed only 165 pounds. But he was in good shape and lifting weights helped him to look muscular due to his low body fat. He also jogged on occasion to get the physique he wanted.

After about a half hour of pumping heavy weights he decided to call it quits. He grabbed his keys out of the locker he'd put them in, and headed for the car. He was looking forward to getting home, taking a shower, and putting on some clean clothes. Once again, he revved up the engine of this BMW and was soon speeding down one of Dallas' freeways, heading to his luxury condo. As he drove, he had rap music blasting, which kept him from immediately hearing the siren in background. But when the lights reflected in his rear-view mirror, he noticed.

"Damn!"

Will pulled off at the next exit and pulled his car over in the parking lot of strip mall. The cop car pulled up next to him.

He knew he was speeding, but not by that much. Of all days to get
a ticket, this was not the one. He just wanted to get home and relax. The police car door swung open and to his surprise, a woman came out. Todd was somewhat relieved, thinking he might be able to say a few nice words to some ugly woman cop, who probably got little attention from men, and everything would work out fine. As the lady got closer, Todd was again amazed. This woman was actually attractive. She was about 5'8" and had blonde hair that went halfway down her back. Surprisingly, she was not in uniform but instead wore a black low cut blouse, jeans, and boots.

"Do you know you were speeding sir,?"

"Um, yes, officer. Could I see some ID?" Will had suspicions because of the officer not being in uniform.

"I'll ask the questions here," she replied, "what's your

name?"

"Will Stevens"

"Where are you coming from, Will?"

"The gym, officer"

"Let me see some ID and registration."

Will reached into his gym bag to get his wallet out of the pants he was wearing earlier. He then got his registration out of the glove box and handed them both to the officer. She took the information back to her car and returned after only a short time and told him to step out of the car.

"What the hell," he said, "everything should be in order."

"Get out of the fucking car, mister."

Will stepped out of the car and the woman quickly grabbed him and shoved him face first onto the trunk. She instructed him to spread his legs.

"Please, tell me what this is about," Will pleaded.

"Just shut up, I'm taking you in"

She grabbed his arms and wrapped them around his back. Will realized from the beginning that this woman was extremely strong.
She probably weighed a little less than him, but she was pure muscle.

After putting the handcuffs on him, she led him to her car and shoved him in the backseat. He couldn't believe this was happening. She had not even read him his rights. This didn't make sense. The woman got in the front seat and soon they were riding off. Will watched to see exactly what police station he was being taken to. After about twenty minutes, he spoke again.

"What station are you taking me to?"

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?"

"Yes, but please..."

"SHUT UP. You'll figure it out soon."

This caused him even more anxiety. They were in a run-down, deserted part of Dallas, with a lot of warehouses. After about five more minutes, they pulled up behind a warehouse and parked. Will was now convinced he was being kidnapped. He could only imagine who was waiting for him inside one of these buildings. He began to perspire, which he rarely did, even while playing racquetball. The woman got out of the car and went to the back seat and opened the door. She then grabbed him by the arm and drug him out of the car. Because of the handcuffs, he lost his balance and fell onto the ground.

"Get up you stinkin' piece of shit," she told him.

He tried to stand but couldn't until she gave him a hand. She then led him into a one of the warehouses and shut the door behind her. It was completely dark until she flipped on a switch. Once the light came on,

Will could see it was some sort of dance studio with padded floors. No one else was there, which was strange. The woman then walked over to the door and locked it from the inside with a key. She then took the key and put it in her pocket...making sure Will could see everything she was doing. She also took out her phone and placed it on a table and hit "record."

As Will was trying to figure out what was going on, the woman pushed him against a wall and reached down into her pant pocket, retrieving another key. She then began removing his handcuffs. When the handcuffs were off, he wanted to run, but the woman had him pushed against a corner with her weight blocking him. Again, he realized how strong she was. He could actually feel her biceps through her shirt.

"We're almost ready," she said.

She then backed away from him and kicked off her boots.

"Ready for what,?" Will said.

"To fight," she responded.

"You're craaazy," he said half laughing.

The woman smirked, then charged at Will again ramming him against the wall. She then punched him in the stomach twice before grabbing him by the shirt and throwing him over the other direction. When he landed, Will rolled a few times before attempting to stand up. He stood on all fours and was just about to get up when her bare foot came crashing into his stomach. He grunted and went right back on the ground.

"Come on, you little shit," the woman said.

Will couldn't believe what was happening. The woman was beating the crap out of him. It was time he fought back. He jumped up and ran over to her, swinging his fist with enough force to knock a big man down. But she anticipated his swing, ducked, and instead landed one of her own right to his jaw. The pain burned like crazy, but before he knew it, another one came hitting him on the other side of his face. This one sent him flying back down onto the ground. But he wasn't down for long because soon this amazon woman had picked him up off the ground and thrown him back into the wall. She then began pummeling him with punches to the stomach until he slid down the wall onto the ground. She picked him up once more and grabbed him by the back of the neck, holding him face first up against the wall.

"This is from your ex, Terri," the woman said. She slammed him twice face first into the wall and threw him back down onto the ground. As he lay on the ground, she kicked him again once in the stomach. She left him lying there, grueling in pain, and walked to get her phone and stop recording. She then went to the door, unlocked it and walked out.

In a matter of five minutes, Will tried twice to get up but could not. On the third try, he managed to muster up the energy to stand and stumbled over to the door. He was in more pain than he had ever been in. His face was swollen, lip fattened, and his stomach felt like it had been turned inside out. Outside, he walked and walked for what seemed like forever, but was really about half a mile when he found a gas station with a convenience store. He went inside and asked the clerk for a phone.

"You okay, buddy," the clerk said, "somebody really worked you over tonight, eh?"

Will didn't respond, but instead dialed Jeff and asked him to pick him up. Jeff arrived about a half an hour later, shocked to see his friend beaten so badly. His face was bloody, his
t-shirt was dirty and ripped at the shoulder, he had scrapes on his knees, and one of his tennis shoes was unlaced.

"What happened man?"

"I got the shit beat out of me, isn't that obvious?"

Jeff didn't ask any questions as he drove Will back to his car
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