Chapter 4

When I next woke it was several hours later, only this time I was feeling invigorated as opposed to being hung over.

Cheeba and Street were nowhere to be found and I was surprised to see just how excited I was that they may be over in Rosewood befriending the freckle faced young Jesse.

Other than this, I was still in agony.

For, during every second of every day now, I was desperate to feel my cock as it slid itself inside Ms. Beverly’s wet, little cunt and did so while I rejoiced at the look of disbelief and horror on her face. In an ironic sort of way, I think that facial expression, the one she made as she realized that all her martial art skills were powerless to stop a fourteen year old black kid from getting his stiff prick deep in her tight little pussy, would almost be better than me getting to fuck her.

Even so, that glorious triumph was still far in the future and so I tried to stay as busy as possible. Now, all of my waking hours were spent practicing the moves I had learned while I pictured, in my mind, every imaginable scenario.

The first move I had learned was the Muay Thai Body Kick and this I knew would be useful because Beverly was so much taller than me that I knew I would have to cut her down to size immediately. The Muay Thai Body Kick is a rotational kick and, as I practiced it, I imagined myself delivering it to the outside of one of her knees after which she wouldn’t be able to stand. I would then grab her by her long blond hair while I stepped on one of her hands and she began to beg me for mercy. If I could do this kick enough times, I thought to myself, breaking her down the rest of the way might just be easy. Once I had performed that move with each of my legs 500 times I thought that would do for now. After all, I could come back and practice it some more later.

I then moved on to moves two and three which were blocking and slipping and, at least one of these, I was excited to practice. Slipping moves I wasn’t sure would come in handy as the form of martial arts that Beverly taught seemed to revolve around kicking and punching as opposed to one of the grappling arts like jiu-jitsu. Blocking, on the other hand, might just save my little black ass for, I imagined, any one of Beverly’s strikes that I didn’t block might take me out of the fight by itself. So I practiced both of these moves 500 times just like I had the Muay Thai Body Kick before I moved on to move number four.

That move was the head butt and while I absolutely didn’t want to mess up Ms. Beverly’s pretty face, I thought maybe if I could slam my 14-year-old coconut into her ribs it might catch her by surprise.

In the end, any one thing, no matter how insignificant, just might be the difference between success and failure.

This move I also intended to practice 500 times but, long before I reached that goal, I had made myself dizzy and so I decided to move onto move number five.

That move was the palm strike and LaShawn said he wanted me to know that one because he had seen too many guys lose a fight because they had broken their own hand with a less than perfect punch.

This he said could be more effective as you could deliver all your force over the smaller surface area that was the heel of your hand. Luckily this move didn’t make me dizzy and so I was able to practice it 500 times and, each time I did so, I pictured myself slamming the heel of my own hand into sweet Beverly’s breadbasket as a look of shock and pain came over her face before she crumpled to the ground at my feet.

After that, LaShawn had shown me the Muay Thai Clinch.

I reminded him that I was far too short to get my hands over Beverly’s head, but he said that was my problem. Plus he said that this move could be executed around another person’s torso or even their legs although he had never heard of it being used that way. In the end, I thought maybe this could help me if I got myself into trouble and was about to lose the fight. If that happened, I would try to hold Beverly’s body close to mine, preventing her from dealing me any more devastating blows while, at the same time, I tried to find opportunities to throw my own knee strikes and elbows or maybe push her off balance. By this time I was getting a little demoralized or maybe I was just tired. How much would these moves help me and would I be able to use them successfully or was I just setting myself up for a beatdown of colossal proportions; something that would end up with me being humiliated and thrown back into jail.

Fine, then just throw in the fuckin’ towel you fuckin’ pussy. There’s plenty of people out there who spend their whole lives wondering what might have been if they hadn’t decided to be a dickless wonder. You can just go hang out with them.

Sometimes that little voice in your head can be a bitch. Other times it’s just the kick in the ass you need. I was grateful that this time my own little voice was the latter and so I soldiered on.

The next move I had been shown was the double leg takedown and I put 100% of my effort into mastering it even if I suspected that it was useless. I mean, even if I was strong enough to lift Beverly off the ground, more likely than not she’d knee me in the head and send me off to the land of the unconscious.

After the double leg takedown came chokeholds and throat strikes and these I practiced with renewed enthusiasm. For, if I could get in a position to cut off Beverly’s air supply, then I knew that my victory over her was assured.

I even practiced a couple of 3 Stooges eye pokes; it wasn’t that I wanted to take her eyes out, I’m not that much of a sick fuck, just blind her long enough so I could hit her in the breadbasket with all the force I could muster.

Once the wind was knocked out of her, I could then work on making it so that any movement in her hips, knees or elbows was barely possible or, at least, caused her extreme pain. If I could get her to that point I thought then I was betting that all her high-minded ideals would go right out the window and she would gladly serve up her pussy provided I stopped kicking her ass.

Hair pulling was the next thing I practiced, and this was one place where I thought I had a particular advantage.