Chapter 35: The Attack

Jack looked down the whole length of the alleyway then he looked at Susan’s would-be attackers then he looked at Susan. Susan saw Jack looking at her but Jack quickly put his finger to his lips and Susan quickly looked away just as Jack started moving quietly down the alleyway. Jack started with a slow walk that quickly became a very fast walk that broke into a slow run that soon became a full blown gallop.

As Jack ran a plan formulated itself in his mind. Jack also managed to collect up a large piece of wood that had fallen from the overhead tree branches. That long stick of wood became instrumental in Jack’s plan of attack. Jack was aiming to swing that big stick at the head of the guy with the knife then let that swing follow through to the other guy just to the right. If that worked it should put those two out of action long enough for Jack to grab Susan and pull her back the way they had come. Jack would then use his weapon to ward off any further advances by the third guy coming from the other direction.

As Jack was closing in on those first two low lifes he looked down at his cock bouncing up and down as he ran. That cock bounced up and down then swung left and right then swung in a few circles then bounced up and down again.

Jack had to laugh at what he was observing. He was running full pelt down a long alleyway with a big stick raised above his head and he was totally naked with his willy thrashing about all over the place.

“This sure has been one hell of week my fine little fellow” Jack said to his gyrating cock. Before Jack could think any more comical thoughts about his current predicament he was right up behind the first two advancing bodies. They were only meters from a cowering and terrified Susan. Jack lifted his big stick even higher then swung it with all his might at the head of the guy with the knife.

The stick should have connected with the boy’s head but it missed. The boy with the knife spun around when he heard something behind him. That caused his head to shift positions and mess up Jack’s mental calculations. The stick sailed by the boy’s head then slammed down into the shoulder of the other guy who screamed out in agony at the blow. The one with the knife lunged at Jack but missed as Jack stepped aside and lifted his big stick for another swing. This time Jack brought his swing down and around and right into the midriff of the knife wielder. It slammed into the boy’s stomach like a two ton baseball bat making him double over in pain.

Jack looked around to see the second guy leaning against the fence still nursing his shoulder while the knife wielder was on his knees gasping for breath. Jack took this chance to grab Susan and push her down the alleyway between these two wounded cretins. He told her to run while he lifted his stick again to have a go at the third guy.

Susan got a few meters down the alleyway and was out of harms way at least, Jack thought, but it turned out to be not quite far enough. Susan screamed again as she saw Jack raise his stick to swipe at the third guy. She screamed because the guy with the wounded shoulder lunged at Jack and grabbed his stick. The third guy Jack was going to swipe at then stepped through everyone and grabbed Susan.

“You ain’t going no where missy!” he said to Susan and grabbed her arm violently to prevent any possibility of her escaping. As he said this to Susan Jack was looking down towards the other end of the alleyway. He had been hit over the head with his own stick by the guy with the wounded shoulder and had fallen forward onto his knees. Jack wasn’t able to look around but he suddenly heard some unfamiliar noises and scuffles coming from behind him. He also started to hear lots of cries of pain and surprise that were masculine not feminine in tone.

All Jack thought as consciousness began to drain from his body was, “You go girl. Don’t let those bastards get away with anything. Give ‘em fuckin’ hell, Susan. Give ‘em hell!”

The last think Jack remembers was looking down between his legs as he knelt on all fours and taking note of the flesh-pink ID band around his ankle. It was in that moment that the ID band decided to de-activate. A red LED somewhere within the material gave one long flash which was followed immediately by three short high-pitched pips then one very long low-pitched pip then it fell silent. To Jack it was like the thing had just flat-lined.

“Fuckin’ Nudism Council! Pack of useless bastards” said Jack as he tried to get up but it was no use. Jack was still staring at his ID band as his eyes dilated and his whole body fell sideways into unconsciousness. In those last few moments of awareness Jack still managed to hear a very faint and a very distant scream which brought a few final words to his lips that no one else heard but Jack. Those whispered words simply were, “I love you, Susan. I love you!”