Attitude adjustments!
by The "T.K.O Kidd" tdesio@hotmail.com
Stan gets a whupping put on him for the first time by his own wife, while another gal ...


Attitude adjustments!

Stan paused for a moment from mowing his lawn, bringing the low rumble of his
lawnmower to a hault, as he watched the new neighbors moving in across the
street.

"Hmmm,,, " Stan thought to himself as he saw this young woman helping a man
with taking a large sofa from the UHaul truck. The couch appeared way to much
for any girl to be lifting, even though the young woman, was holding to one
end of it. But what was surprising Stan was that this girl was the one still
in the truck, and the man was the one that was on the outside of the truck
with the other end of the sofa. The blonde haired gal was now lowering herself
from the truck with her having her end of the sofa securely in hand.

Stan was almost impressed by this girl seeing how strong she was, and would
have to give her physical appearance an A-plus. The young woman must of stood
5' 10", with shoulder length blonde hair, being pulled back into a ponytail,
and with her complextion being lightly tanned. What was impressing Stan just
abit more about this girl was her strong, physical appearance.

Stan continued to watch abit longer, then just before resuming his lawn work,
he gave his own arms a look, comparing them to the arms of the young blonde
haired gal, that was helping across the street with the moving in of the heavy
furniture.

Stan finished up his yard work, then took one more look across the street, to
see the progress of the people moving in. Well the girl, and the same man that
was helping her previously, was preparing to get into the UHaul, with the girl
giggling, and taking the truck keys from the man, with Stan faintly hearing
her say, "Teehee... No silly, i'm driving this time..."

"Sheeesssh,, does the man have to be so willing to the girl, that he gives up
his position of driving, where have all the real men gone?" Stan thought to
himself, before entering into his home.

Stan entered the kitchen with his wife attending her cooking, and said to her
somewhat demandingly, "A cold beer is in order sweetheart, don't you think?"
His wife continued her cooking ignoring her husband's attitude, not really
enjoying to take any orders from him, with her knowing how he was. Stan then
repeated himself saying, but his wording was differently this time with him
telling her, "Dear, when i made my first suggestion of a cold beer, i expected
you to get it for me..." Bev, Stan's wife said softly as she checked the oven
to see how the pot roast was doing, without looking back to Stan she said in
return, "Your not some helpless little boy dear, you know where the beer is
kept.. Now take a slow turn to your right, and you should be able to see the
fridge. Now please get it yourself, i'm busy honey..."

With a frown of disgust, Stan did as he was told by his wife, then returning
from retrieving his beer he took his cold one, and took a seat at the kitchen
table. "Sheessh,, you women should learn to know your roles as women, and do
for your men, as your told," Stan said as his wife turned to greet him with
her answer to his remark she replied, "Dear, i'm not your slave, i'm your
wife.. A wife is what you want, correct?" Stan popped the top of his can of
beer, and took a long draw from it before answering his wife, then said, "Yes
honey, a wife is exactly what i want, and i have one, but i would like for her
to show me some respect, by maybe getting me a beer from the fridge when i ask
her too.."

Stan's wife held her silence, allowing Stan continue to talk, or whine like a
little boy because in her opinion that was how Stan was acting at the moment..

"Women, i don't understand them.. You know dear there was a young woman
helping with the unloading of funiture across the street, doing a man's job.
Do woman know what they want? They want children, they want pampering, they
want to take care of a flower bed outside of their home, but yet they want to
do a man's job. Why? Well that is beyond me," Stan said.

"Ohhh,, we have new neighbors moving into the Jenson's old place?" Bev said
answering her husband. Stan pulled the half emptied can of beer from his
mouth, and returned to his wife saying, "Dear, did you hear anything i said to
you at all?" Bev then took a chair in front of Stan at the kitchen table, and
while crossing her forearms laid them upon the table. Bevs forearms, as well
as her upperarms that proceeded from her sleeveless dress, were thick with
muscles even looking solid as well as looking good, even for a woman of her
age, being in her early forties. Beverly Neggli was no slouch when it came to
her naturally good looks. Bev was a well matured woman, strong, and
confindent, and settle in herself as to who she was. For a woman in her
forties, Beverly Neggli was well built, thick in areas of her body, that was
placed perfectly. Bevs strong physical appearance would even attract the
younger men. The younger male when seeing Beverly Neggli, standing in the
range of five foot ten, having dark near to the shoulder brunette hair with a
red cast to it, and being well built as some fit strong young women, knew that
they were looking upon some well aged muscle, and beauty.

Then Bev while having her arms crossed upon the kitchen table before her. she
made her reply to her husband, "Yes Stanley i heard you. I heard you all too
well... You said there was a woman helping with some moving of furniture...
So, the gal wants to be helpful.. Don't you know hubby dear that some women
are fit, and strong enough to do a man's job, and then some, besides the
possibility of her doing the job in a more effective mannor, Hmmm...?"

Stan knew that when his wife presented this well of an argument against him,
he knew it was best to back out, not wanting to admit that he might be wrong
for the first time in his life.

Well a couple of weeks had gone by, and Stanley seemed to turned out to be one
of those nosey male neighbors. Stan was practically vacationing out on his
front lawn seemingly to make sure that the new neighbors were getting moved in
without any problems, but from his own side of the street.

Bev took a peek through the front window pulling the curtains lightly apart to
see what her husband was up to, then knowing he was just being a little
easedropper, only watching the new neighbors still moving some left over items
from their old place of stay, Bev decided it was time to call her nosey little
hubby in...

"Stanley won't you come on in? I believe that the family that is still moving
in can do it sufficiently enough without you making sure," Bev said with a
little irratation in her voice towards her husband, knowing that her husband
could be an annoyance.

"OK, ok baby, i'll be in a few.." Stan replied, turning to see his wife
standing at the partly opened front door of their home.

"Say dear, why not be neighborly like, and go across the street, and introduce
yourself to our new neighbors? Maybe you can help or something, and in
addition you could invite them over for some cold refreshments. The couple
that i've seen moving in over there appear friendly enough. What do you say,
Stanley, it will be nice to meet the new neighbors wouldn't you think?" Stan's
wife asked him, urging him on.

"Yeah sure sweetie, i'll do just that, give me some time please?" Stan
answered his wife.

Bev thought to herself with a little unpleasentness within' for a moment,
"Hmmm,, he likes to speak with me using endearments such as sweetie, when
something might work in his favor..."

"Ok Stan, but please don't be to long thinking about it. You know how you get
when a headache comes on you," Bev told her husband before entering back into
the house.

"Hmmmfff ! Betcha she can't pull a tranny from a pick-up," Stan thought to
himself as he swallowed the remainder of his beer, while watching the pretty
young gal lower a medium sized dresser drawer, from the back of the U-haul, to
the man with her, and with him standing on level ground, outside of the opened
backend of the hauling truck. The piece of bedroom funiture seemed heavy
enough for the young woman, to think she couldn't of lifted it, but with the
drawers taken from it, Stan figured she was capable of taking it to the opened
end of the truck, but on a dolly. The thing that really surprised Stan was,
when he saw the young lady lower the dresser from the U-haul only using her
physical strength, with no help from no one else but from the man that she was
lowering the funiture item to.

Well it appeared to Stan that the new couple that was moving into the neighbor
hood was finished with their present work, so he thought it was as a good time
as any to make himself known, by taking a walk over, and making the invite to
them as his wife suggested.

The young lady was just finishing up with closing the backend of the moving
truck, when Stan made his presence known to her, while her gentleman friend
was making his way over to them with him coming from out of the Jenson's old
residence.

The gal looked a little surprised with her turning to see Stan, standing there
a short distance from her after she turned away from the truck. "Ohhh,, i'm
sorry allow me to introduce myself," Stan said, recognising that the young
lady seemed somewhat startled at his sudden appearence. "My name is, Stan
Neggli. I would be the neighbor living across the street from you, well along
with my wifey..."

The young woman smiled now knowing just who Stan might be now, and returned to
him while extending her hand to Stan replying, " And my name would be Cynthia,
Cynthia Edwards. It's nice to meet you Sir."

Stan returned the handshake, but was a little surprised at the strong grip the
young woman had about his hand as they made their friendly greeting.

Stan also noticed how the muscles in the gal's forearm rippled with strength,
and stood there in some awe at the rest of her strong physical appearence
after the handshake was broken. The young lady that Stan was now getting to
know, had shoulders, and traps on her that appeared thicker in muscle, and
strength that most young men her age didn't have. Cynthia's arms, appeared
even stronger to Stan as he stood a little dumbstruck before the girl. Stan
then lowered his eyes to notice the young woman's legs with her wearing a pair
of black tight hugging spandex shorts. Her thighs were thick with muscles that
also seemed to be rippling some as she would adjust her stance.

The girl was definately a cutie, Stan had to give her that much, even though
Cynthia did possess a large ammount of muscles, that Stan considered uncommon
for a young woman.

Cythnia noticed Stan's stare over her, but ignored it, then spoke as the man
that was with her was now entering their presence, "And this would be my
little brother Todd..."

"Little brother?" Stan thought to himself. The man was slightly taller then
Cynthia, and was built well himself, appearing that he was into a regular
rountine of working out in a gym. Stan smiled at the young man, but before he
could introduce himself, Cynthia did so for him. "Todd this is Mr Neggli, he
and his wife will be my new neighbors..." Todd smiled and then extended his
hand to Stan in a greeting, and said to him, "Nice to meet you sir..." Stan
ejoyed the greetings, and returned the same to the two young people who he now
realised were brother, and sister.

Then Stan spoke up asking, "So you two will find our neighborhood a friendly
one..." Todd then replied quickly, "No Mr Neggli, it will be Cynthia here that
will find your neighborhood friendly, not i... You see it will be just my
sister living here..." Stan's facial expression showed a little surprise, with
a questioning look, then he returned saying, "A young girl living alone, is
tha,, that,,," Todd spoke up returning before Stan could finish his sentence
saying, "Oh you don't need to worry about sis here, she's quite capable of
handling herself, believe me..."

Cythnia giggled, and said in reply to her brother's comment saying, "Teehee,,
you know it donthca little brother..." Todd blushed a little towards his
sister, knowing of all the times he, and Cythnia use to wrestle, and how
easily she would beat him, with also remembering how she brought him to tears
just recently in a wrestling match against her. Todd was a little embarrassed
in himself, and didn't really relish the thought that his sister had learned
some submission style wrestling. Todd had enjoyed wrestling against his sis,
that was until she learned how to use her legs as weapons against him. Being
caught in a body scissors facing away from a woman with her having the man's
head tightly tucked back into her arm, in a headlock, while having his neck
stretched, and his upperbody squeezed painfully, wasn't a pleasent memory for
Todd. He could remember all to well balling like a little baby after
submitting to his sister in that paticular wrestling match, and blushed a
little more so now in his rememberence, embarrassed knowing that his sister
was stronger then him, and a better wrestler.

"No need to grow red, Todd. It's no shame for you because i can take you
wrestling, is it Mr Neggli?" Cynthia asked. Todd grew even more embarrassed
now with his sister exposing his weaknesses to a man he was hardly getting to
know yet. Stan stood in a little surprise himself seeing that Todd appeared
just as strong as Cynthia, if not stronger, and then returned asking, "Really,
you mean you took this strong looking gentleman here in a wrestling match, you
had actually beaten him?"

"Well i didn't exactly beat him Mr Neggli, i demoslished him litterly!
Teehee,," Cynthia said finishing while giggling.. Todd then returned quickly,
growing somewhat disturbed at his sister's confindence, and boastfulness, and
said, "OK, ok sis, you don't have to rub it in, ok?" Cynthia giggled again,
and replied to Todd saying, "Teehee, heehee,, yeah that's right. I guess you
had your face rubbed into the backyard lawn enough, huh little brother?"

Todd did well holding back his anger, but instead of putting up with more of
his sister's teasing, he broke off her boastings by asking Stan what his
buisness was, with them. Cynthia detected a the disturbance in Todd, and said
to him, "Now Todd, the man is just being neighborly like.. So Mr Neggli, it
was nice meeting you, and we do have a some things to unbox inside, besides my
little brother maybe asking for another buttkicking here soon if he doesn't
change his attitude!"

Todd only blushed a bright beet red, and tilted his head away from Cindy his
older sister, and from Stan. Todd realised that his sister could upsurp
physical authority over him, and had on a couple occassions in front of his
own friends. Todd didn't like the idea that his older sister would love to
humiliate him with her physical strength, but knew when to keep quiet, knowing
if he didn't he just may end up in the grass entangled in some painful hold
that his big sis could apply on him in a matter of seconds. Todd wasn't about
to suffer that embarassment in front of a man he didn't know, knowing his
sister wouldn't hesitate with doing so in front of this stranger.

Well Stan agreed with Cynthia, but before making his farewell he made the
invite of asking the two young adults over for company, with the compliments
of his wife.

Cynthia accepted Stan's proposel to making company with him, and his wife, and
told Stan that she, and her brother would be over in a bit.

Stanley then left the presence of Cynthia, and Todd, and made his way back
over to his place.

Stan entered the livingroom of his home, and met the eyes of his wife as she
looked up to him from a reclinder, while tilting her eyeglasses down some, and
said asking her husband, "So dear, will i be meeting this young couple?" Stan
was abit irratated with hearing how Cynthia bragged about beating up her
brother, even though it was in a wrestling match, and even though he didn't
show his irratation at the time, he expressed it to his wife saying, "Honey,
yes they will be coming over for company, but i can't believe that young
woman. You wanna know something?" Stan paused for a moment, but was prompted
to go on with his wife saying, "Yes dear, do tell..."

Stan grew a little more irratated with his wife's own little dominate
attitude, that he believed she held, and then returned to her saying, "You
know, you women are all alike nowadays, trying to upsurp any authority over a
man that you can, but i've got news for you sweetie, it won't work on me!"

Stan was now turning away from his wife who was now rising from her seat, with
her slowly removing her eyeglasses, and setting them gently on the side table
that was sat beside the reclinder. Bev then turned her herself slowly about,
and gave her attention back to her husband by walking slowly towards him, like
a slow locomotion picking up steam. Before Stan could walk any further, he was
stopped in his tracks, and from leaving with his wife replying to him in her
own irratation asking her husband, "Stan, i believe you were going to tell me
something? I would like for you to finished, and not walk away from me like
some muleheaded old man, and don't be addressing me by calling me sweetie, not
with that stinking attitude you have!"

Suddenly Stan sensed a little intimadation grow in him towards his wife, and
his behaviour now towards his wife was changing some. Stan turned about to
face his wife, with her standing directly in front of him. Stan even though he
felt like he was the ruler over his own home, but now sensed some real fear
welling up within him. Stan at this moment wasn't enjoying that his wife stood
a couple of inches taller then him, and somewhat bigger in bodysize then he
was. But hesitantly he did finish telling her his dislike towards Cnythia,
telling his wife of the story that was relayed to him how the young woman had
taken her brother in a wrestling match.

Bev giggled then said asking her husband, "Gee dear, is that all your upset
about? Really honey, don't you believe that a woman, or a young woman can take
a man in a physical sport such as wrestling?"

Stan then returned to his wife saying, "Well it isn't right, women should know
their places, besides your not capable of beating me in a wrestling match!"

Stan's wife laughed a little harder at her husband's growth in his new
boldness, and replied to him saying, "Well dear, we've never wrestled before,
and how do you know that i can't put a spanking on you?" Stan grew red in the
face tilting his head downwards from his wife, but not for long. Bev then
placed her hand beneath her husband's chin as if he was just a little boy, and
brought him to facing her, and said to him, "Well sweetheart, would you like
to wrestle me, and find out whether you have it in you to beat me?"

Stan must have had a head like a mule with his previous intimadation gone, he
grabbed his wife's hand pulling it away from his chin, then thrusting her arm
away from himself, then without another word he tried walking away from his
wife a second time. This time though Stan's wife wasted no time in taking her
husband from behind.

Stan suddenly grew scared along with being surprised with his wife at how
quickly she draped her forearm across his throat, then within' the next
moment, Bev caught his right arm up behind his back with her free hand.

Fear? Stan was feeling it now, as he felt his wife's solid forearm press hard
against his throat, nearly cutting his oxygen off, and with his one arm being
pulled up behind his back he tried to fight off the sudden shame, and sharp
pain that was surging through his right arm, and shoulder.

Stan tried to struggle free from his wife, but found his attempts to be
fruitless, realising that he was to weak to put up a fight against Bev. The
growing pain that was heating up his right arm, and shoulder was proof, to
Stan. Stan was finding out quick that his wife was stronger then him, with him
not being able to escape her. The next place Stan was finding himself in a
matter of moments, was kneeling before the sofa, with his wife still
maintaining him in the same hold twisting his arm even further up his back,
and into a direction where it shouldn't be heading, creating even more pain
for her husband.

"IIIiiieeeaaahhhgggGGGGGG!!! Please, baby..." Stan cried with tears welling up
in the corners of his eyes.

Bev then asked Stan, "Now sweetie, it seems your going nowhere fast, and you
thought you could beat me wrestling? Yeah right! Your not strong enough dear.
As you see your losing this one, and to a woman! Ahhh,,, poor little baby,
losing to a woman. Never thought it could've happened eh?"

Stan refused to answer his wife, even in the painful situation Bev had in him,
but answered her quickly but not before feeling more discomfort doled out to
him by his better half. "IIIiiieeeaahhggGGG!!! OK ok, now please Bev let me
go, before you break my arm!" Bev then said to Stan demandingly, "First you
tell me that i'm stronger then you, and that you are no more then a weakling,
and that you was just got your ass kicked by a woman!"

Stan screamed in pain with his wife taking his arm further up his back, with
the real possibility of breaking it at any moment now.
"IIIiiieeeaahhhgggGGG!!!" Stan refused to start crying, even though his eyes
watered up with more tears, but this time he had to allow them to roll freely
down his reddened cheeks. Stan within the next moment did submit to his wife's
demand by telling her exactly what she wanted to hear, with him not being able
to take any more punishment from her, "Yes dear, you are stronger, and i am a
weakling, that was just beaten by you! Now please let me gooo, it hurts!!!"

Bev hesitated for a moment before she was about to release her hubby from the
painful position she had his arm in. But just before deciding to, Bev gave
Stan's arm a wicked twist upward taking his wrist nearly to the back of his
neck.

Good thing for Stan, his wife knew to quickly relieve the pressure on his arm
knowing if she hadn't at that time, it would snapped without question.

"IIIiiieeeaaahhhgggGGGGGG!!! You fucking bitch," Stan cried out loudly in
agony. "I thought you were going to release me!?!"

"Well i was sweetheart, but not now..." Bev returned to her husband. Bev
released her husband's arm, then quickly took ahold of her wrist of her left
arm that was about Stan's throat, locking him into a deathly chokehold.

In the meantime, Todd was crying out in severe pain, as he lied between his
older sister's thick musculars thighs, with them both on the livingroom floor
of Cindy's newly moved in home.

"Pleaseee,, pleaseeeee,,, Cindy let me go, i, i,, it's getting difficult to
breatheee..." Todd managed to gasp out, in closing his plead to his sister.
"Don't you ever boy, and i mean ever tell me that i don't need to be working
out so much in the gym, and that i'm looking more like a man everyday! Do you
hear me Todd? Well do you!?!" Todd wanted to submit to his sister's request in
answering her, but his chest was so compressed with Cindy's innerthighs being
so pumped up with layers of thick solid muscles against his upperbody, Todd
found it impossible to speak, let alone finding himself barely able to
breathe.

Todd only opened his mouth trying to gasp in just a little of the precious
substance known as oxygen back into his hurting lungs, but nary a portion of
air could be drawn back in. It felt as though to Todd that his ribcge was
giving, and Todd grew frightened within himself, as he did feel his ribcage
beginning to bow inward, adding compression against his lungs. Hot tears stung
Todd's eyes as his older sister only continued to keep the punishing pressure
of her thighs about his upperbody squeezing Todd like an angry boa that was
about to do in her frightened prey.

"What's it gonna be little brother, you going to hold that tounge of yours
from now on, or will i have to really hurt you!?!"

Cynthia then recognised through her anger, that Todd was about to pass out
cold, and that he couldn't answer her, and that she wouldn't get her answer if
she continued to punish her younger brother.

Back at the Neggli residence, Bev was taking Stan about the room like a torn
up ragdoll. Stan was in a constant state of tears, and shock, as he never felt
so much pain dished out to him before by his wife, thus crying loudly for
mercy, "Pleaseeee,, BEV STOP,, STOP,,, REALLY I CAN'T TAKE NO MORE!!!"

"Oh, poor little Stanley, the big tough guy that says, women ought to know
their roles. Gee Stan, your not looking to good now are you, and where has all
that egotiscal male pride gone?" Bev taunted as she pulled her sobbing husband
back up to his feet by the back of his head having a fistfull of his hair. "No
more, no more, please no more Beverly,, please stop hurting meeeeee," Stan
whined loudly. Bev for the moment wasn't listening to her husband's annoying
babylike crying, but instead of meeting his plead, she yank his head downward
to her side, taking Stan into a side headlock.

"AAAaaahhhgggGGG!!!" Stan cried as Bev cranked his head in the side headlock
working him over in the hold, bringing her husband to more misery, and tears.

Stanley balled like a little baby, as his wife slowly paced him about the
livingroom, while throttling his neck, and head in a punishing side headlock,
and warning him sternly that he was to never cross her again, and adding an
emphasis to her warning that if he ever called her a bitch again that he might
be waking up in a hospital laid up in traction, while wearing a neckbrace.

Back now to Cindy, and Todd, it was just a matter of seconds before Todd
would've passed out cold, that Cindy relieved him some of his near K.O, by
leaving up on her scissors about him. Todd sucked in oxygen desperately while
crying heavily between his sister's powerful legs. "Ok little brother, you had
some time recuperating, now tell me what i want to hear, or else it's lights
out for you!" Cindy said demanding her brother. Todd's cheeks stung as tears
streamed down them in a steady flow, and returned to his sister, "yesss,,
yesss,,, pleaseee sis, i'm sorry. I'll do whatever you want,, and, and,, i
promise never to say anything about you again... Now pleaseee,,, stop, stop
hurting meeeeee..."

Cindy released Todd from her thighs, and said to him, not giving him a moments
rest by ordering him to pick himself up from the floor, and to go upstairs,
and freshin himself up. Todd did as he was told, but as he started up the
stairs he turned to his sister while holding his side in pain, and asked her
saying, "Sis i don't think i can be good company to your new neighbors. Would
you mind if i just stay here while you visit them?" Cynthia's eyes sharpened
some towards her brother, then said with a short smile on her face, "No Todd,
your going with me, like it or not. Now get your little weasly butt upstairs,
and do as your told, or would you like some more of me!?!"

Todd without hesitation moved up the steps frightened, knowing if he made
another protest, that his older sister wouldn't waste a moments notice, to
take him to a world of hurt all over again.

Bev now had Stanley by the collar of his shirt with her left hand cluthing him
in a tight grip, causing Stan to gag some. While Bev still had her clutch
about her husband's shirt collar, she backed him towards the wall of the
livingroom. Stanley was still crying, and more fear filled his eyes as he
looked into his wife's angry eyes. Bev seemed taller then ever now to Stan,
with her now pressing him hard against the wall still having him by his collar
with the one hand. Stan cried in his frightened state of tears, while asking
his wife in a shaken tone of voice, who seemed to be now towering over him as
he shrunk against the wall, "What, what,, what are you going to do baby?
Please don't hurt meee me, no more..."

"You little wimp. I can't believe you, balling like a little baby, and here
you were once the tough guy! Well i'm about to show you who the tough one
really is!" Before Stan could cry out for mercy, his wife drew back her right
fist, and released it sinking her hardened knuckles deep into her husbands
gut, causing him to nearly double over.

"AAAaaarrrhhhgggGGGGGG!!!" Stan would've doubled over to the pain, now filling
his stomach, but his wife withheld that little comfort from him by taking him
upright against the wall, then sending another sharp flash of pain through
Stan, by drilling him a second time, sinking her fist even deeper into his
stomach. This time Bev allowed Stan to sink to the floor unto his knees, after
releasing him.

Stan was now nearly in a fetus position holding to his belly with both arms
tightly hugging himself, and sobbing heavily while doing so. Bev stood before
her crying husband with the both of her hands placed on her hips, and looked
down to him, and made a similiar demand as Cynthia did her brother, "Now
sweetie, your going to pull yourself together, and act like a man for once in
your life, because we have company coming over shortly, and i do want you on
your best behaviour!"

The sound of Cindy knocking on the Neggli door residence, along with the
company of her brother, gave appearance to a man that seemed beaten into
submission, being Stanley Neggli.

Todd Cynthia's brother gave no better display as he appeared as ragged just
having been thrashed some moments ago, by his older sister.

The two men greeted each other as two whupped dogs, realising that the other
was just beaten to pain, and humiliation not long ago, and that by women.

Mrs Neggli, then called the young woman on in. Cindy not hesitating, forced
her way past the men, shoving them both away from herself, and sending the two
men staggering some in the opposite direction of each other. Cynthia then
greeted her new neighbor friend, Mrs Bev Neggli.

For some reason, i see these two women getting along real good!

The end.

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