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eyes. “I said leave the women alone.”
    “Boy, you’re making a real big mistake,” he threatened, his
bloodshot eyes burning deeply into mine. I could tell he was a moment away from
springing, but I was ready for him. “I suggest you mind your own business and
sit your pretty ass back down before I shred that pretty face of yours.”
    “I don’t think so, fag. You’re
the one making the mistake. And if you and your buddy don’t leave my girl alone
I’m going to ram the few remaining teeth you have down your fucking throat and
out your ass.”
    Did I just say ‘ my girl’?!
    Jesus Christ I did!
    I do need professional help.
    No time for that, though, because
instantly the man’s jaw clenched tightly, his eyes grew wide, and his face
turned bright red.
    I guess he didn’t like being
called a ‘fag’.
    A second later he released a right
hook with all his might, which sadly wasn’t much.   
    Without flinching I caught his
fist with my left hand. Then I began to squeeze and twist.  
    Two small crackling, crunching
sounds came from what was probably his scaphoid and third or fourth metacarpal.
    “ Ow ! Aww ! Shit, motherfucker! Let go of my hand!” he screamed.
    Stillness settled over the entire
establishment; all eyes fell on us.  
    Suddenly his partner got to his
feet and rushed towards me. With my right fist I landed a sharp blow to his
face. The women jumped and gave a frightened little shriek as he crashed loudly
onto a table.  
    I continued to apply pressure to the
other man’s hand and arm, bringing him to his knees. He whimpered and begged like
a little girl to be released.  
    “Okay, shit-for-brains,” I said
threateningly, bowing over him. “I’m going to give you some options. First
option: I release you, you apologize to these women, then you get you and your
friend’s sorry ass out of here. Second option: I jack your arm until every
bone, tendon, ligament, and nerve is severed, stretched and or broken,
rendering your hand permanently useless. Your choice. What’s it going to be?”
    “Ah, ah, okay, okay, jus’ lemme
go,” he begged. “Please lemme go, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t break
my arm!”
    I released him.
    Immediately he cradled his broken
hand.
    “Sorry, ma’am,” he mumbled
pitifully without looking at either of them. Then he helped his buddy to his
feet and out they went.
    I straightened up and walked over
to where Ruby and her friend were sitting.
    “Hey, sorry about that. You
ladies okay?”
    They both looked up at me with
big doe eyes and nodded.
    “Hi, Ruby. I’m Jake Bishop,” I
said, extending a hand. “I went to high school with you.” Up close Ruby
appeared slightly tired and disheveled, as if she was going through a rough
patch.
    “Yeah,” she squeaked, taking my
hand with frightened eyes. “Uh, how have you been?”
    Her hand was soft like a flower
petal; her voice still rang divine after all this time.
    What is wrong with you, Jake?
    “I’ve been good. Keeping busy. Uh,
anyway, I’ll let you get back to your conversation. It was good running into
you. Have a good night.”
    “Yeah. Good seeing you, too,” she
smiled weakly. “Thanks again. Bye.”

 
    Ruby

 
    “Oh my god,” Julie gushed as soon
as Jake and his friend were out of earshot. “I can’t believe what I just
witnessed!”
    “Tell me about it,” I exhaled as
I watched them exit the bar.
    We both sat silently for a minute
as our brains processed what had occurred only minutes ago.
    “That was so fucking hot,” Julie
declared. “I thought fight scenes like that only happened in movies.”
    “Yeah,” I replied absentmindedly.
    Maybe I should fuck Jake Bishop—he would be all the rebound
I need, and then some.   I sighed, harkening back to my
grim situation with Dan—and with men in general.
    But god is he hot.
    And he’s only gotten hotter.
    Julie is right. Saving my
virginity for a mystical Prince Charming is stupid. Why bother? Maybe I should
be a