Backyard Boxing: A special day
by Pygmalion


    When Pygmalion told me that I could come here and tell a tale even if
it was just a fantasy I was delighted.  First I wanna give a prop to GW
for the "Barbie vs. Mrs.Jensen" story.  Two years ago I turned 18 and
that was the first story I've read.  Since my two fights with Mrs. Ash
I've read that story a couple of more times and it got me to fantasizing.
    This fantasy is different from reality because instead of a 12 year
old son the Ash's have an 11 year old daughter.  In reality before our
first fight I had only seen Mrs. Ash from a distance.  In this story I
know her quite well and even baby-sit her 11 year old daughter.
    Also Mrs. Ash doesn't have a job at home but rather a standard
office.  I want her to come home from work early one day and be all
stressed out.  When she comes home and steps onto her backporch and sees
her 18 year old babysitter punching her 11 year old daughter she becomes
more upset.
    "Okay that's enough!"
    We stopped boxing.  We didn't know that mother was home until she
spoke up.  We were just messing around.  I see no valor in beating up
some 11 year old, but Mrs. Ash must have thought I was doing it to be
mean.  I even tried joking with her.
    "Mrs. A you need to teach your daughter how to box.  I was just
toying with her."
    She didn't take too kindly to my teasing.  She must have thought I
was serious and was insulting her parenting skills.
    "I think you need to be taught not only how to box, but good
sportsmanship!"
    I thought that was absurd because I wasn't being a bad sport.  She
was.  Even daughter Ash was being a good sport about things and tried
pleading my case.
    "She wasn't doing anything wrong mom."
    "Ha!  Some 18 year old beating up an 11 year old isn't wrong?  You're
such a bully.  You should be taught a lesson."
    "Well I don't think you can right now.  Not just being over the hill
at 40 but dressed the way you are."
    I was goading her.  The reason being is I've always been curious
about a match up between a full grown woman over the age of 30 going
against some young woman that's barely into adulthood.  Even though Mrs.
Ash is 40 she is very sexy. 
    I've known her most of my life and always thought highly of her.  3
years ago I began babysitting daughter Ash during the summer time.  One
time we had a block party and she showed up wearing this white dress just
like the one Marilyn Monroe wore during her infamous pose.  Actually Mrs.
Ash fills her dress out a lot better.
    Despite being 200 pounds (I exaggerate her weight for this fantasy so
that she'll be 100 pounds more than me.  Don't worry I didn't ruin her I
just made her bigger all around.  Especially in the arms, shoulders, and
most definitely the breasts.) she carries her weight well.  Its really
portioned out all over her 5'11" frame. 
    Plus when you consider she's solid muscle, and by that I don't mean
body builder muscle just thick boned and in good shape, her being 200
pounds isn't what you might picture.  Even though she's a bit pudgy in
the middle its hardly noticeable because her breasts are so big.  Her
legs are long though not shapely still fit and firm and luscious.
    She also has a big round but firm ass.  Not the bubbly sort.  Like
some people.
 
    What are you looking at me for?
 
    No particular reason.  Back to the block party and the
illresistible(I can't believe I've forgotten how to spell that word) Mrs.
Ash in her white dress.  I snuck up behind her and flipped it up.  She
squealed, jumped, and spun around ready to unload a wallop.  Once she saw
it was young little me she cocked half a smile.
    "Trinity.  You naughty girl."
    Even though it was a festive mood I'm most certain that Mrs. Ash
didn't know why at the time I had did that, and if she did I'm sure she'd
given me a wallop; because the mood wasn't quite that festive.  Her
husband came over with cups of drinks in tow, and Mrs. Ash playfully ran
and hid behind him.
    "Help me.  I think this little girl is getting fresh with me.  I'd
hate to think what she'd do to me if given the chance."
    Her dialogue was a sure sign that she was just playing around because
Mrs. Ash isn't the type that needs rescuing from anyone let alone a
scrawny brat that was a little over 16 at the time.  This time was
different.  She must've had a stressful day at the office because she
told me, correct that, ordered me to stay put while she went inside to
dress more appropriately for our boxing match.
    She turned on her heels and went back into the house.
    "Trinity.  You better leave.  Mom's coming back out to box you."
    "No she won't.  I'm young enough to be her daughter.  I'm also half
her size.  Not to mention half sophisticated and beautiful.  There's no
way she'll stoop to my level."
    On one hand I was telling the truth on the other hand my curiosity
had gotten the better of me.  I was hitting gloves with daughter Ash
while she pleaded with me to leave. 
    "Okay bully.  You like to pick on kids.  Its time you step up into
womanhood and face me."
    I turned around and was treated to the sight of a bathing beauty that
was not only a woman that I admired on several levels and without a doubt
a woman above all other women.  Mrs. Ash was decked out in a red bikini. 
Though it wasn't a g-string it still looked fantastic on her.
    Her upper body especially.  The breasts are just too big for a
g-string.  In fact they are almost too big for the thick material bikini
she was wearing.
    In the back there was a latch in the middle.  The thick stringed
material hugged around the back of her neck and filtered down the inner
part of her shoulders leaving the rounded thick tips of her shoulder
exposed, and for that matter most of her squared thick broad shoulders. 
With her hair being pulled and pinned up in the back she still looked
quite dignified.  She is such an amazing woman she can pull off the
beauty thing and still look so etiquette and dignified.
    She stepped off her porch and started power walking toward us. 
Swish, swish, swish.  Those were her breasts. Even though well covered
they still swished around like over stuffed water balloons.  I also took
a look at her middle.
    Her middle though thick is not flabby fat but solid.  It does have a
soft look to it, but in a flattering sense.  She makes it over and pretty
much demands the boxing gloves from her daughter.  Once she has the
gloves she gives her daughter some instructions.
    "Go over there.  Watch and learn how this gets done.  I'll show you
something today that you won't ever forget."
    She had such an intense look in her diamond eyes.  I thought for
certain I would be in trouble.  I took off my boxing gloves and took
several steps away from her to be at a safe distance.
    "Seriously Mrs. Ash.  I don't want to do this with you.  Think this
through.  Think about how embarrassed you're going to be whenever I beat
you up and embarrass you in front of your daughter."
    "HA!  That'll be the day.  Now come here and lets get started."
    "No way."
    I thought about dropping my gloves and taking off.  She sighed and
rolled her head back and then brought it forward.
    "I'm not gonna hit you.  Yet."
    She actually cracked a half smile and waved me over.  I proceeded
with caution.  Once I was standing in front of her she leaned down and
whispered in my ear.
    "If for some freakish reason you are able to beat me.  I'll let you
have anything of mine that you want."
    My eyes lit with delight.
    "Even your car!"
    "Even my car......"
    She'd given me the incentive I needed.  I gleefully put my boxing
gloves on and pounded them together.
    "...... The exuberance of youth.  So eagerly foolish."
    She said confidently. 
    "What are the rules?"
    "Doesn't matter.  You can try anything you want.  No way you're going
to win.  I had a very stressful day, so don't go home crying when I beat
you up."
    "You have something I want.  There's no way you're going to win.  In
fact after I beat you I'm going to give you a spanking."
    That brought laughter from Mrs. Ash and daughter Ash.  I'm sure
daughter Ash had a hard time imaging scrawny 18 year old me giving her 40
year old much bigger and invincible mother a spanking.
    During my time of babysitting her that's what she'd mostly chatter
about.  How great mom was.  Mom can do this and that.  She's better than
Wonder Woman and Xena.  She's real too.  She'd say stuff along those
lines.
    She wasn't lying or playing her mom up.  She's telling the truth.  I
had a great deal of respect for Mrs. Ash and in a Freudian sense she was
like a second mom to me, but that Freudian sense was my own little
secret.
    Despite having so much respect for her I figured if she was going to
stoop to my level and box me I was just going to have to humiliate her. 
In her own backyard and in front of her daughter.  I box at the local Y
but Mrs. Ash doesn't know that.  I was just toying with her daughter, but
Mrs. Ash I knew I would have to be more serious with.
    I didn't want her to get full extension on any of her punches so I
stayed in close.  I didn't go toe to toe with the powerhouse, but darted
around.  I was close enough to get full extension on my jabs.  I wish I
could be dramatic and tell the tale of a real competitive boxing match,
but it was pretty lopsided.
    I the small skinny 18 year old girl took the big-solid-buxom 40 year
old woman to boxing school.  I doubt very much that Mrs. Ash anticipated,
nor even imagined the beating I put on her.  She had this surprise look
on her face after I started the match off with a jab to each eye.  She
kept it there. 
    She tried retaliating but I was quicker and dodged her jabs by moving
my head opposite of where the punches were coming from.  She threw a
haymaker and I ducked under it and darted behind her.  I gave her a slap
on her big fanny.  That's when another expression on her face emerged and
stayed.  The gaped open mouth look completed the surprise look.
    Unfortunately for her the match was only starting.  Her daughter
shouted encouragement but it was no use.  Despite our appearances and age
difference I'm the much more experienced and better boxer.
    I really rag tagged that pretty face of hers and lit those pretty
diamondesque blue eyes like a Las Vegas slot machine that just paid off
to a jackpot winner.  Despite my onslaught of punches to various places
to her soft and pretty face.  Cheeks and eyes mostly.  She had enough
resolve to throw punches in retaliation, but none of them landed.
    I really like listening to her ewe, oww, and uh sounds that she made
after each punch I landed.  She made feminine grunts of effort with each
punch she threw and a sigh of disbelief or frustration after each of her
missed punches.  After a gut punch her daughter yelled out but then fell
silent.
    "MOM!"
    It was a cry of disappointing surprise.  Can't really blame daughter
Ash; afterall scrawny me was handily whipping her invincible shero.  I'm
certain Mrs. Ash was confused and feeling humiliated and with the gut
punch a big ooommmppphh of air escaped her mouth.  From there I went on a
streak of punches and different combinations.  I hit just about every
part of her body except for any of the two obvious targets.  Earlier we
weren't exactly trading punches because at times I allowed her to throw
two punches before responding with one of my own.  This time with her
arms dropped at her side she left herself open for my streaking variage
of blows.
    She retreated and fell up against her 4' high fence.  Her arms were
outstretched at each side on the fence.  Since there weren't any rules I
decided to hit a big target.
    That's right a boob fell victim to an uppercut.
    "FOUL!  FOUL!"
    She yelled out as she was down on her knees holding her gloves up.
    "What do you mean foul?  There aren't any rules."
    She stood up straight with a look of absolute disbelief on her face
completed with the gape open mouth.  Her mouth was also open because she
was breathing hard and heavy.  Me I was still breathing through my
nostrils.  She just gazed at me in disbelief and with a red face.  Her
face was red not only from the punches but embarrassment as well.  If her
daughter had not been watching I'm most certain this experience wouldn't
have been as bad.  It still would've stung but not a throbbing
humiliation that it was.
    She took her boxing gloves off.  Following her lead I took mine off
as well thinking this was over, but wishing it wasn't.  I must admit
beating up on her was fun.  When considering that she was so confident
that I wouldn't be able to made it more fun.  Considering she's twice my
size and in great shape as well as gorgeous looking made it the most
fun.  Considering her daughter that thought mom could do no wrong had
watched the whole debacle was an over the top bonus.
    "You're good at boxing, but can you wrestle?"
    Truthfully after her receiving such a mugging that was worth about 3
rounds of boxing I was pleasantly surprised that she was willing to
wrestle.  When I consider she had to regain honor in her daughter's eyes
I shouldn't have been surprised.
    "Only if we can go until one of us submits."
    "Fine by me."
    I could see she was getting her second wind, and was hoping she'd
come charging at me before she completely regained her second wind, so I
goaded her.
    "Well bring it on big momma."
    She surprised me.  Her charging in at me wasn't the surprise but her
throwing her boxing gloves at me to distract me was the surprise.  I
couldn't believe she stooped to such a cheap tactic.  I batted the boxing
gloves down but they were diversion enough for her to spear tackle me to
the ground.  She briefly knocked the wind out of me.
    Uh oh.  I'm in her arena now. 
    I thought to myself, but I didn't panic.  She hadn't straddled me
yet, but she did have my wrist pinned to the ground.  She was positioning
herself to straddle me.  Its a good thing she's not that fast because I
was able to plant my foot in her mid-section and flipped her over my
head.  It took quite a bit of strength in my legs to pull this off.  I
was surprised myself.
    I didn't waste anytime in somersaulting so that I could straddle
her.  Foolishly I put my hands on my hips instead of trying to pin her
down.
    "Never underestimate the value of gymnastics."
    At first she looked surprise but that was only brief.  She bucked her
body up and with her arms she pushed me off.  In a matter of seconds we
both were on our hands and knees glaring at each other.
    "Never underestimate the will of a mother.  Especially if she's
fighting in front of her daughter."
    Her intense scowl had returned.  Funny it didn't match her voice, but
for some reason it looked pretty on her.  I knew I couldn't waste anytime
so I sprang to my feet.  By the time I was on my feet she was on only one
knee.
    I'm obviously more quick and agile.  I lunged at her and tackled her
to the ground.  Upon impact my shoulder slammed into her chin.  I landed
laying down on top of her.  One arm draped around the back of her
shoulders while the other was around her midriff.
    She winced and I noticed her eyes were tearing up.  If they weren't
so pretty like sparkling diamonds I probably wouldn't have felt sorry for
her.
    "I bit my tongue."
    She said weakly.
    "Wanna timeout or just give up?"
    "No way."
    She wasn't quite intense but enough to let me know that this was
going to continue.  I removed my arms from around her so to set myself up
right to straddle her.  She pushed me off.  Once again I had to spring to
my feet before she did.  This time she only made it to her hands and
knees.  This time I pounced down on the small of her back.
    I began bouncing to try and break her down so that she'd be lying
face down.  She tried bucking me off, so I wrapped my legs around her
waist, and locked my feet together.  I grabbed a handful of her hair and
pulled the pin out that had the back of her hair still pulled up.  I
punched her in the ribs a couple of times with my other fist.
    I decided to turn some tables on this "Alpha Woman" that's use to
being in charge and in control.  She pretty much wears the pants in her
family.  Her husband's not a wimp just a modern man.
 
    He's a wimp.
  
    Quite Pygmalion.  You're not exactly an alpha male yourself.
 
    No.  I'm a balance between an alpha male and the modern male.
 
    Can I please finish?
 
    Sure.  See my point.
 
    Whatever.  I put her arm in a hammerlock.  Being in control of this
alpha woman was quite tantalizing.  I wrenched up on the hammerlock, and
she yelled out in pain, but still she didn't submit.  Not only because
her daughter was watching, but she figured she'd lose her car.
    She figured wrong.  I wanted something else from her, and it wasn't
her car.  That karaoke machine she has stored away in her attic.  No not
really.  I'm certain you all know better than that.
    Instead of submitting she rolled over onto her back.  I was trapped
in between the ground and her big solid body.  I still managed to hold
onto the hammerlock hold as well as my other hand tugging at her hair. 
Now my legs weren't just wrapped around her waist but I was putting the
squeeze on. 
    Despite her being so thick and solid around her waist, the squeeze
from my skinny legs made her yell out.  I'm certain everything else I was
doing to her was as well.  I was able to roll her off top of me, but we
ended up rolling around on the ground because she kept up her struggle.
    While rolling around I lost the hold I had on her hair as well as the
hammerlock hold, but I did manage to keep my legs wrapped around her
waist.  Before too long after rolling around for awhile we both were
sitting upright.  She ended up with her legs stretched out and I was in
front of her my butt placed comfy on her lap. 
    I decided it was time for her bikini top to come off.  I had to reach
around her by putting my arms underneath her arms to unlatch it.  Her
mouth dropped wide open and she was so stricken with panic that she
couldn't even try to stop.
    "What are you doing?!"
    Her eyes got real big as she asked the question that was rather
rhetorical.  I had the latch undone in a matter of seconds.  I guess she
didn't realize it because she shoved and shoved, but with my legs
tightly wrapped around her waist she couldn't loosen herself.  Finally I
decided it would be to my advantage to let her shove me off, and when she
did I went flying backward with her big red bikini top in one hand.  She
gasped and quickly covered herself.  I stood up.
    "You gonna let a little twerp like me do that to you, and in front of
your daughter to boot?"
    "Give that back to me."
    She tried to sound authoritative.  Her eyes did have a spark in them
but by now I wasn't intimidated in the least.  I teased by dangling it in
front of her and snatched it away when she made a grab for it.  She tried
grabbing for it in a sitting position with one hand while draping her
other arm to cover her boobs.  Truthfully her nipples and a small portion
of titflesh was all she was able to cover because them suckers are just
too big.
  First couple of times she tried to demand it.  A few times after that
she was quite while trying to snag it.  She finally got her hands on it
but that was because I let her.  I clocked her in the jaw.
    She let it go and grabbed her punched jaw.  Then she looked at me
with pleading eyes of submission.  I informed her that the only way she
was getting it back was but getting up and taking it away from me.
    "Why you little $#!+!"
    That was the first time I'd ever heard her cuss.  She wasn't just mad
but completely livid.  I guess that was the first time daughter Ash ever
heard her cuss because she had her ears covered and tried looking away.
    She possibly could've covered her ears before she heard her mom
cuss.  Maybe she got tired of hearing the agonies of pain that came from
her mother.  I'm certain she hopes to never hear them again.
    What I found interesting was that she was turned sideways and
watching all of this from the corner of her eye.  If this was upsetting
her so much why didn't she completely turn her back or just leave.  I
guess as much as she'd hate to admit it the sight of her scrawny teenaged
babysitter treating her super- invincible- matriarch of a mother this way
was somehow too captivating.
    Kind of like a bad car accident.  You don't wanna see it, nor its
results but you just can't take your eyes off it.  On the other hand she
probably could've been waiting for her mother to rally.  Afterall the big
angry woman was not only standing but was now chasing me around her
backyard yelling at me.  Since they have a sizable backyard, I'm faster,
and more elusive, Mrs. Ash found catching me an impossibilty.
    I even looked over my shoulder, and ran backwards taunting her with
my giggling.  I'm a cross country track star was rated in all of my state
just a few months prior.  Mrs. Ash a bit of an athlete herself played
volleyball and softball, but those days are long since behind her. 
Except for softball games at a company picnic.  She still packs a lot of
power in her swing.
    Daughter Ash had a sheepish crooked grin on her face.  On one hand
she wanted to laugh out loud at how ridiculous I was making this
dignified woman look.  On the other hand that dignified woman was her
mother.
    Finally Mrs. Ash gave up the chase.  She hunched over and even
uncovered her boobs and put her hands on her thighs.  Those huge boobs
were of hers dangled around.  She was so worn out that she not only
didn't have the energy to stand up straight but she could no longer hold
her arms over her breasts.
    Daughter Ash turned her back as if she'd seen something she shouldn't
have.  She should relax.  I'm sure that lucky kid use to get to breast
feed on those big fat healthy suckers.
    I decided it was about time to wrap up this debacle.  I called out
to Mrs. Ash and tossed her the bikini top.  She struggled to stand
upright.  Her face was beet red, and her eyes looked ever submissive. 
Perspiration just glossed and seemed to shine her creamy complexion.
    She still managed to catch the bikini top and when she tried to put
it on I realized that she hadn't submitted to me yet.  I charged in an
spear tackled her much like she had done to me earlier.  Except when I
knocked the wind out of her she had no fight left in her.
    My shoulder slamming into her once solid but now softened mid-section
probably was enough to knock the wind out of her.  Her worn out body
crashing to the ground even though it was grassy with me landing on top
of her is probably what did her in.  I had time to lay a couple of
minutes on top of her with my head resting on her bosom and my arms
wrapped around her waist.
    To tell you the truth I could've taken a nap.  She's quite comfy to
lay on top of.  I wonder if Mr. Ash ever tried sleeping this way.  I
know I sure would.
    Despite how comfy I was I knew I hadn't made her submit.  Using one
of her bare breast nipples as a lever I pulled myself upward so that I
could be eye to eye with her because I wanted to look into those
sparkling diamond eyes of hers when she submits to me.  She still hadn't
recovered.  Her eyes were shut tightly, and she moaned while slowly
rotating her head around.
    I wondered if I had knocked her unconscious because she looked like
she was just waking up.  When she opened her eyes she was treated to me
smiling at her while laying flat on her and holding her arms down around
her head by their wrists.
    "Now are you ready to submit to me?  Or do I have to torture you some
more?"
    She didn't answer.  I could feel her trying to move, but she was just
too exhausted.  Not receiving an answer I decided those boobalicious
titty nipples of hers were in need of a game of twister.  Despite how
painful it was for her all she did was keep yelling out but never
submitted.
    Instead of hearing submissive cries from her I heard them from
daughter Ash.  Mrs. Ash's eyes welled up with tears.  This must have been
bittersweet to her.  Sweet that daughter would stick up for mom.  Bitter
that daughter had to and did stick up for mom.  Hearing daughter Ash sulk
and seeing tears streaming out the corner of Mrs. Ash's eyes I was deeply
moved.
    Call me a sap but I stopped torturing the battered mother and stood
up off her.  I wasn't completely done.  I was kind enough to give
daughter Ash an ultimatum.
    "I'm done beating up Mommy, but I still owe her a spanking.  You can
either watch or leave.  If you interfere......"
    I knew that idle threat would get interrupted.
    "Go in the house.  Mommy will be in a little bit......"
    There was a hesitation on daughter Ash's part.
    "......GO!"
    Mom commanded one last time while sitting on the grassy backyard
lawn.  I felt bad for daughter Ash because she ran off crying.  Before
stepping into the house she looked over at her mother as if it were going
to be the last time she saw her, and then she looked back at me with a
silent plead.
    I couldn't believe it.  I felt so ashamed for what I had done, but on
the other hand was raging with hormones about what I was going to do.  I
pointed for daughter Ash to go into the house.  To be honest I couldn't
even look at her. 
    Once Mrs. Ash and I were alone I ordered her to get on her hands and
knees and face her house.  She didn't even bother pleading with me, but
the usually in charge woman submissively did as she was told.  Before
removing my belt from my cut-off jean shorts to put the strapping to this
woman that was old enough to be my mother, in fact she's a year and a
half older than my mother, I wedgied her bikini trunks up into the crack
of her @$$.  I wanted to get a clear shot at those nice buns.
    Once everything was in place I went to work.  Boy did I enjoy this. 
In a sadist to maschist fashion.  Beating up a full grown woman much
bigger and more beautiful than I was one thing, but putting the strap to
her was another.
    I got so excited that I soaked my shorts with my sexual fluid.  I
spanked that @$$ so bad that is was as red as her bikini.  I got to hand
it to Mrs. Ash despite the strapping I laid on her she didn't cry out one
time, or beg me to stop.  She also didn't move around a whole lot.  She
tightly grabbed a hold of some grass on the lawn, shut her eyes tight,
and gritted her teeth.
    Every once in awhile her body did jilt forward.  After I was done
laying the strapping to her I happened to look up and seen daughter Ash
turning her back and darting away from her bedroom window.  There's the
old captivating car accident syndrome again.
    On the other hand maybe there was a part of her that wanted to see
the odd sight of a big full grown career woman getting a spanking from a
little teen that was barely into adulthood.  She could also have
repressed hostility toward her mother and wanted to see her brought down
a notch.  Perhaps she didn't get that doll she wanted one Christmas or
birthday and this was a measure of revenge for her.
    Oh well.  No matter.  I walked around to the side of a silently
weeping Mrs. Ash.  She may have been able to fight back yelling out, or
uncontrollably moving her body, but she wasn't able to fight back the
tears.
    I saw those big boobs of hers just dangling as she was still on her
hands and knees.  I was curious so I kicked one and watched it smacked
into the other.  She yelled out and rolled over to flat on her back.  I
guess I kicked her harder than I intended to.  I didn't want to hurt her
I just wanted to see what  would happen if I kicked one boob if it would
smack into the other.  Well it did and it obviously hurt.  OOps.
    I pounced down and straddled on top of her.  Once again I was able to
pinned down in the same manner as before.  Except this time instead of
laying flat I stayed straddling and planted my knees into her shoulders. 
I thought about making her eat me out, but I thought daughter Ash might
be watching, and it would be better if I did that sort of thing in front
of Mr. Ash.
    I informed her that I wanted something else from her other than her
car.  I hinted by telling her to wear a sexy lingerie outfit, and to
somehow lose daughter Ash for the night.
    "Mr. Ash can stick around.  I want him to watch me take sexual
liberties on you."
    I stood up after seeing a satisfying reaction from her.  Her eyes
getting big and her gulping.  I saw her body shaking nervously.  I
noticed a wetness forming on the bikini trunks.  It was about as wet as
my shorts.
    "Mrs. Ash you either wet yourself or you're a bit of a maschist."
    She didn't answer but only covered her face and started bawling as if
she were ashamed.  That's how I left her.  Weeping and wet on her front
bottom.  Later that night I headed to the Ash house dressed in the same
manner I was earlier that day.  I planned on taking my clothes off once
inside.  When I showed up though I was in for a surprise.........  To be
continued
 
    Good job.  Leaving the door open for a continuance.  You were quite
descriptive.  I think you even write this stuff better than I do.
 
    How's that possible Pygmalion.
 
    Oh yea.  I forgot.  Next time I think I need to get the 3 of you
together to tell what happened that night.  So get with the Ash's and get
your stories straight.
Pygmalion rswf@pcis.net
PS:  A message for Parrott.  I would like to hear from you.  Feel free to
email me at the above address.