Chapter 2

Going into the second semester of my senior year, I was three credits short in the natural sciences for fulfilling my requirements for graduation. Looking over the classes available, I found a geology course which sounded interesting and would not require a lot of work other than actual class time. When classes resumed after the break, I walked into the classroom and took a seat in the back of the room. I was just sitting there daydreaming waiting for the instructor, when a husky female voice asked,

"Is this seat taken?

I looked up and recognized Lisa immediately. She's very hard to forget.

"Oh, I know you; I fought you last year in the tournament. How are you doing?"

"Fine, I said, I stuck out my hand and said, my name is Bob, Bob Wilson. Congratulations on winning the tournament, Champ."

She took my hand shook it with a firm grip and said,

"Thanks, Thanks a lot; listen I'm really sorry for busting you up like that but I was on a mission of sorts; no hard feelings."

"No hard feelings; I always say, if you can't stand the heat don't go in the kitchen."

Just then the instructor came in and class began. Just as I thought, there would be a midterm and a final; one textbook and if you came to class, paid attention, took good notes, you'd pass the course with no problem.

As class ended, Lisa stood and asked me if I had time to join her for a cup of coffee. It sounded good to me so we walked across the campus to a small coffee shop and ordered a cup. I noticed while we were walking that every one we passed gave us plenty of room. It seemed that Lisa was well known and feared on campus.

Over coffee, I got to know this blond Amazon better. She seemed cheerful, funny, smart and to me, above all, sexy as hell. We had been talking for about an hour, when she looked down at her watch,

"Shit, I have a class in fifteen minutes. It was really nice to finally meet you. Call me;" and she wrote her number on my book and ran out of the shop.

I certainly would, I thought.

In fact, I called her the next day. I asked if she wanted to go to out to dinner.

"I have a better idea, why don't you come over to my place and I'll make you dinner; how's 7:00 on Friday?

"Can I bring a bottle of wine?"

"That would be nice, make it Chianti, we'll be having lasagna."

She gave me the address; the first floor of a two family house, not far from the campus.

On Friday, I walked over to her place, on the way my mind wondered back to the tournament, how brutal she was, how totally dominant.

"Be careful, I thought, be on your best behavior, this is one woman you don't want to piss off."

"I got to the house right at 7:00, rang the bell and stepped back."

A tall, lean redhead answered the door, "I remember you, you gave Lisa a pretty good fight last year; come on in. Lisa's in her room changing."

I looked at her for a moment; then I remembered,

"You were Lisa's second as I recall, and you're being too kind about the fight; she destroyed me as I remember it."

"Yes, but she destroyed everyone last year. She remembered the fight against you; she said you actually hurt her with a couple of your punches. She said if you hadn't gotten careless the fight might have gone differently. By the way, I'm Karen."

"Bob."

Just then, I heard Lisa come into the room, I turned and my heart skipped a beat. There she stood, all six foot two of her, dressed in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, the traditional dress of college students. But she took it to all new levels. The shirt was straining to contain her ample breasts and her massive biceps.