A Real World tale of Feminism

                Larry Couchmanos was an extremely old fashioned man despite his young age of 24.  He was raised with traditional European values that have seemed to disappear in America.  He still believed in chivalrous acts like walking women home, holding doors for them, letting them go in an elevator first, etc. etc.  As he became more and more infuriated by the feminist movement however, he made some concessions.  He sometimes would sit down on a subway even when there were women who were standing and sometimes he would give in when being scolded for his archaic views by women who didn’t know him well enough to know he was not doing it out of flirtation but because it was the right thing to do. 

On one particular occasion, Larry went over to his friend’s Gia’s house to keep her company since she was confined to her bed after a car had ran over her knee twice.  Gia’s two friends, Dara and Gabrielle also came to visit Gia.  Larry knew both of them and got along with them but all three understood that they were not friends with each other but merely shared a mutual close friend.  This allowed them to be civil with each other but not to call each other to hang out without Gia’s presence.  When it came time to come home, Dara got in her car and headed back to New Jersey while Larry and Gabrielle started walking uptown starting from Gia’s apartment on 59^th and Sutton Place in Manhattan, New York.  Larry lived on 70^th and 2^nd Avenue and Gabrielle lived on 78^th and 2^nd.  Around 74^tth Street, Gabrielle asked Larry, “Don’t you live around here?”

“Yea, I live on 70^th but whatever I’ve already gone far enough, I might as well just walk you to your door.”

This had been Larry’s intention all along but he knew that Gabrielle, despite being 100% Italian, was a new-age woman that got offended by chivalry.  Larry tried to subvert the argument secretly knowing that it would never succeed. Gabrielle immediately responded back, “No, you don’t have to do that, I’m so close to home, go home, I’m fine!”

“Yea, that’s why you said you wanted to walk along York because you’re afraid of going under the Queensborough bridge on 1^st Avenue.”

“Well we didn’t go that way, we went on York, now we’re past the bridge, so I’m fine, you can go home now.”

“It’s really not a problem, I’m closer to your place than mine anyway.”

The argument continued like this but since they were walking, inherently Larry was winning because they were getting closer and closer to Gabrielle’a apartment.  When they got to across the street from her apartment, Gabrielle stopped and said, “I’m picking up some food from the store, you certainly don’t have to follow me in there, I literally live across the street.”

Larry was fed up with this debate so decided to acquiesce and go home.  When she finished getting a couple items from the store and left a man came up from behind her and she felt something pointy in her back.  The man said, “Hey hunny, what’s up?”

Gabrielle didn’t recognize the voice but before she could turn her head to see who it was he was whispering in her ear, “If you make one move or an effort to scream or call for help, I’ll slice your fucking spine and you’ll be a vegetable for the rest of your life. Gabrielle’s muscles tightened up and her arms began to shake.  The man continued, “now let’s just go to our apartment as if we’re good friends.”

Gabrielle crossed the street and fumbled with her keys hand shaking.  The guy said in a stern whisper, “Relax! I’m not going to hurt you, stop shaking and just unlock the door.”

Gabrielle unlocked the front door to her apartment and they walked in.  The man said, “If you knock on a door, I’ll know you went to a neighbor’s apartment and not yours so don’t try anything stupid.”

Gabrielle led him to her apartment and unlocked the door and they crossed the threshold and the man closed the door behind him and locked it.  He lowered the object from her back and shoved Gabrielle forward.  Gabrielle, being only 5’ tall and extremely petite, fell from the push..  The man grabbed her purse and removed her cell phone and put it in his pocket.  Gabrielle was sitting with her feet up hugging her knees visibly frightened.  She said, “Whatever you want, you can have it?  Whatever you see it’s yours, just please take it and go.”

“But I want to fuck you.”

Gabrielle’s eyes widened.  Her eyes started tearing up and she said, “You don’t have to do this, I have jewelry and money, just please go into my purse and take my wallet.  Please just don’t hurt me, you don’t have to hurt me, I won’t tell anybody about you.  I swear.”

The man shook his head and walked toward Gabrielle who froze in fear.  Gabrielle could now see the object that she knew was pressed against her back.  It was a three inch serrated knife.  The man kicked Gabrielle in the chest between her legs and pinned her onto her back.  He applied slight pressure on her sternum with his right foot and hissed, “You don’t tell me what to do, this is not a negotiation, I can do whatever the fuck I want to you, and you will do whatever I say whether you want to or not.”

“Why me? Why are you doing this?”

“Because I can.”

The man lifted Gabrielle’s right leg and pulled off her sneaker and sock.  He repeated the motion with her left shoe and sock.  Gabrielle kicked both legs into his chest and turned to crawl away.  She didn’t have much force behind the kick, however, and the man recovered quickly and grabbed her right leg and slammed his fist into her hamstring.  He then bent her knee back lifted her leg as far as he could and slammed her knee into the ground saying, “You want to kick me with these chicken legs.” 

He repeatedly slammed her knee into the ground and let go.  Gabrielle turned onto her back and grabbed at her leg crying in pain.  She wished that someone would come help her, but the knife scared her.  She knew that nobody would be able to get to her quick enough if the man decided to kill her.  The man then grabbed her left leg and twisted it turning her back to her stomach and treated her left leg the same way he did her right.  He was talking low but sternly, “You want to kick me bitch, how dare you! apologize now.”

Gabrielle wanted the pain to stop so she cried out, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

The man grabbed her hair and yanked it up.  Instinctively, Gabrielle got up to her hands and knees as her knees seared with pain.  The man grabbed her beneath the armpits and picked her up onto her feet.  He then wrapped his left arm across her stomach gripping her opposite waist and used his right arm to scoop up her legs so she was parallel to the floor.  He lifted her up and slammed her back over his knee and smiled.  He said, “See what all that dieting and exercising and watching your figure get you?  It just makes it so much easier for guys like me to manhandle you” as he stood up and slammed her back over his knee again.  He used his forearms to press down against her chest and thighs to stretch her body and add more torque to her back.  Gabrielle was in too much pain to scream so she just gagged between sobs pleading in a barely audible whisper, “Please stop.” 

The man shoved her body off her and Gabrielle made no attempt to control her body and lied motionless as she rolled twice before resting on her back.  The man straddled her legs and undid her belt followed by unbuttoned and unzipped her pants.  Gabrielle stopped resisting, she was in a lot of pain and figured the more she fought, the more she’d get hurt.  The man pulled her pants off her.  He then grabbed her arms and pulled her up.  Gabrielle made no attempt to stand as she just let her momentum carry her to lean against him.  He gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head and tossed it to the side.  “There’s a good bitch” he said

He bent over and wrapped his arms around her legs and hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her to the bedroom and slammed her on the bed.  He reached around and undid her bra and removed it from her body exposing her breasts.  He smiled and said, “Damn, I thought you’d put up a little bit more fight than this.”

He rolled her onto her stomach and straddled her back facing her feet.  He gripped the top of her underwear and pulled it toward him. The fabric wedged between her buttocks baring it.  The man yanked again on the panties.  He let go of the panties and slapped his hands onto her bare buttock squeezing with every collision.  He motioned Gabrielle back to her feet and picked her up by the arms over his head and dropped her gripping her panties.  Gabrielle fall was stopped as fabric wedged further into her and she heard a ripping noise.  The man repeated it two more times until the elastic band came clean off and Gabrielle’s feet were returned to the ground.  The man pulled the fabric out of her buttocks and since the elastic band was now being worn as a necklace by him and not holding the panties in place, they fell to her ankles. He shoved her onto the bed again as the panties slipped over her ankles and to the ground.  Gabrielle now lay on the bed completely nude.  The man stripped himself of his clothing and sat down on the bed next to Gabrielle’s body.  Gabrielle was sobbing uncontrollably, but the man didn’t seem to care.  The man grabbed her arms and pulled her to a seated position.  He then turned her toward him and spread her out on his lap so that her waist was resting on his right leg and her breasts over his left leg.  He pressed down with his left hand on her shoulder blades to hold her in place and spanked her with his right hand saying, “You’ve been a bad little bitch haven’t you?”

After being spanked a few times, Gabrielle cried out in desperation, “Please just get it over with!”

The man chuckled and said, “What’s that?  You want to fuck me slut?”

Gabrielle said nothing.  The man shoved her onto the ground lying on her stomach and picked up her right leg and lied down wrapping his legs around her right leg and gripping her foot in his hand.  He twisted the ankle and squeezed his thighs to limit any movement Gabrielle may have in her leg.  Gabrielle screamed out in pain.  The man said, “Tell me you want to fuck me” Gabrielle howled in pain and gagged trying to find the words.  The man continued, “Say it, or I’ll break your fucking ankle.” 

Gabrielle cried out in a whisper, “Fuck me”

“Say please”

“Please”

“Louder!!! Scream out ‘please fuck me’”

“PLEASE FUCK ME!!!” Gabrielle screamed and then cried hysterically

“Tell me you’re a slut”

“Please just let go”

“Scream it”

“I’m a slut!” she yelled out

The guy let go of her leg and stood up.  He stripped himself nude and knelt beside her nudging his knee into her side and brought his arm under hers and gripping the back of her leg and motioned her onto her back.  He slipped his arms under her legs and neck and hoisted her up dead weight and placed her on the bed.  He looked at her and said, “Well if you insist” as he lied on top of her inserting his penis into her vagina. 

Gabrielle squealed in pain and continued to cry.  She wanted it to stop but knew telling him was fruitless.  In desperation she wanted to speed things up so said, “You need to be quick before my boyfriend gets home.”

She lived alone and was bluffing but hoped he wouldn’t know that.  The guy slapped her across the face and said, ‘You live alone bitch, if you had a boyfriend, you’d never say that because you’d want him to catch me so that he could rescue you.  I hope you do have a boyfriend though, so that I can kick his ass and then fuck you as he watches on helplessly.” Gabrielle said nothing and he continued, “I love this part.  Up until this part you little bitches actually think it might not happen, something will stop me from actually penetrating, but then I do and the reality sets in.  How does it feel?”

Gabrielle didn’t know what the correct answer was so said nothing.  She didn’t want to get hit again.  The man was driving his penis into her while caressing and sucking on her breasts.  She let her body go limp and conceded to everything he wanted.  The man wrapped her legs around his waist and thrusted harder as Gabrielle’s lower body lifted with his.  Mercifully, she believed, he stopped only to be turned onto her stomach and have him drive his penis into her butt.  Her vaginal walls had been torn and blood flowed onto her sheets.  It didn’t take long for the skin on her buttocks to tear and bleed as well.  He lifted her so that she was on her hands and knees so he could squeeze her breasts and kiss her neck as he propelled his penis repeatedly into her buttocks.  He then alternated between sticking it her butt and her vagina from behind.  Finally she heard him gag as he climaxed and ejaculated sperm into her rectum.  He rolled over onto his back and breathed heavily.  Gabrielle cried harder now that her ordeal was over.

Finally, the man stood up.  Gabrielle thought he was going to leave but instead he dragged her off the bed by her legs and let the top half of her body slam against the ground.  Gabrielle’s nose started bleeding from the impact with the floor.  She came to the sad realization that he wasn’t done with her. The man yanked her by the hair and motioned her to her feet.  He applied pressure on her neck so that she bent before him and stuck her head between his legs.  He reached around her waist and pulled up on her stomach and brought her body around so that it straddled his face and then threw her down to the ground onto her neck and head.  She grabbed her head and rolled onto the ground in pain.  As she was rolling, she was stopped by a foot on her side and found herself being motioned up again.  He stood behind her and wrapped his arm around her stomach and the other arm on the back of her legs and flipped her over his shoulder so that her stomach lie on his shoulder spread out parallel to the ground held in place by one arm on her lower back.  He carried her out of her room to a table and lied her down on her back.  Gabrielle hadn’t noticed before, but the man had a plastic bag with him when he came in.  He went to the front door and removed duct tape from it.  Gabrielle was in too much pain to move when he left the room so was exactly where he had left her when he returned.  He spread her arms over her head and wrapped the duct tape around her arms, and the table continuing it for her entire arm, forehead, neck, stomach and legs.  She looked down and realized that he only didn’t wrap her breasts, face and groin in duct tape.  He picked up her purse and said, “You know what, I think I will take you up on that offer to give me money.”  Gabrielle’s eyes widened, when she originally proposed it, it was to take that instead of killing or raping her as he already had done the latter.  The man smiled, and opened her wallet and removed the cash.  He then took out the debit card and said, ‘What’s the code?”

Gabrielle said, “Come on, you’ve already won”

“Hey you asked me to fuck you, I should at least be paid for it.  I mean you are a new-aged woman after all, you believe that woman should pay for men now right?”

“She looked at him with contempt.  She decided that there was nothing more he could do to her so there was no reason not to talk back.  She said, “What makes you think I’m new-age?  You got what you wanted, you fucked me, what more could you want.”

“Money” he said simply

“Well fuck you.”

The man realized that Gabrielle believed she had nothing to lose anymore.  He was going to change that theory.  He stood over her and urinated on her face and neck.  He then straddled her and brought the knife across the duct tape on her left wrist.  The knife cut through the tape and the skin and blood began dripping onto the table.  Gabrielle’s strength left her and she became frightened again.  He put the knife against her right wrist and said, “The code?”

“You don’t have to do this?”

“Well obviously, it’s probably just your birthday, but I don’t want to go to the ATM and then have it not be your birthday and come back so just tell me or I could just continue to cut you.  You’re cuteness means nothing to me now, I’ve already fucked you and the more I disfigure you, the more likely that I will be the last one to do so.  I’ll give you five second..5…4”

Gabrielle said, “It’s my birthday. 11-23

The man laughed and said, “Wrong answer” and drove the knife across her wrist again.  He got off her and picked up her purse again and removed her driver’s license from the window.  He held it up to her face and said, “Bitch, it says 11-20-83 on the license, did you forget your birthday?  Or you just decided to lie to me?”

Before Gabrielle could answer, he put a sheet of duct tape over her mouth and walked toward the bedroom to get dressed.  He looked around the apartment and didn’t see a phone so he reached into her purse and took out her cell phone and put it in his pocket along with the debit card and her keys.  He put a ski mask on and went to an ATM and withdrew the maximum $ 600.  He returned to the apartment and dropped the card and the keys to the ground.  Gabrielle was still bound to the table.  He fanned the $ 600 in front of her face and said, “Thanks for a nice night whore”

He then took his knife and went under the table and cut the duct tape and pulled it unsympathetically off of Gabrielle’s body.  He then slid his arms under her legs and neck and carried her to the bathroom and started the shower.  He thoroughly bathed her getting rid of all DNA evidence.  He didn’t bother to shut off the water and left Gabrielle lying in the tub with the shower splashing off her naked body.  The man then left the apartment and shut the door. 

Gabrielle cried hysterically and was too weak to pick herself up.  After a while she mustered the courage to crawl out of her bathroom and to her purse to take out her cell phone only to realize that the man didn’t return it.  She was left with no phone to call someone for help.  She needed a hospital but she couldn’t stand.  As she lay on the ground she relived the night in her mind.  Although the rape was predominant in her mind, the one thing she thought about was how she snapped at Larry to not walk her to her apartment.  She tried to tell herself that Larry wouldn’t have been able to stop him but she did believe it to be a little too coincidental that in the couple minutes it took to get a couple groceries and walk across the street, someone had targeted her.  She refused to blame herself, however, as she convinced herself that if Larry hadn’t walked her as far as he did, she never would have argued with him and she never would have caught the attention of the rapist.  She had no proof of any of this, but proof never stood in the way of a woman’s opinion before, so why should it now? 

She was only half awake as she allowed herself to be semi-unconscious so she wouldn’t feel the pain.  She got a sudden surge of adrenaline and screamed out, “Call an ambulance, come in by any means necessary, please help me.” 

Given that people don’t like getting involved, nobody came to her aid.  Eventually the wounds inside of her became infected and she died a slow agonizing death. A few days later, neighbors called because of the smell.  By that time, it had been too long for any worthwhile forensics and the killer was never caught.   

Russian Aggression

                It was Valentines Day in New York.  A holiday that most women love and men try to appease the woman in their life with their plans.  For single people, however, Valentines Day is annoying.  Even if they wanted to go out to eat, restaurants are all jammed packed and PDA is sure to occur.  Vonnie Yankolov had a solution to this problem.  She was going to throw a singles-only Valentines Day party at her parent’s apartment in Fort Lee, NJ.  Her parents had agreed to stay with their eldest daughter while Vonnie threw the party.  Vonnie was in her first year at New York University, and since she had lived at home, she was able to keep in touch with old friends from home while making new ones in college.  The party was a mixture of the two groups, and Vonnie hoped that everyone would mix well.  Some people, however, just don’t mix.

                Larry had met Vonnie at school and quickly hit it off with her in a plutonic way.  She had quickly climbed his list of best friends and sat at the top in just a few months.  Although Larry would say that he is the most consistent person when it comes to his actions and attitudes, with Vonnie especially he held nothing back.  This is why she was his best friend, because he didn’t have to watch his mouth or inhibit his actions around her.  He was free to do and act as he saw fit.  It’s because of this that he readily agreed to Vonnie’s single-only party.  He wasn’t someone to always have a plan when he went somewhere he just took things as they happened and saw where he’d end up.  Although this almost always made for good stories, it sometimes placed him in situations he’d rather avoid.

                Sergay was a fellow-Russian friend of Vonnie’s.  He was a few years older than her but Vonnie’s going to college had not affected their friendship, he often times came down to NYU to have dinner or drinks with Vonnie and see how she was doing offering any advice as he saw fit having just finished college himself.  Like everyone else at the party, Sergay became extremely drunk as the night went on and he quickly avoided standing so as to maintain his balance.  He had noticed Larry go into Vonnie’s parent’s bedroom with a girl and from what he heard from various people who had gone in there, they were hooking up.  This didn’t really concern Sergay as he expected that at a party, much more, a singles-only party, that some people would end up matching up even if it were just for a night.  A while later, he saw the person he had met previously as Larry walk out looking completely disheveled and exhausted.  Ironically, the girl had not come out with him.  Larry immediately sat down at the table Sergay also happened to be at and Sergay decided to strike up a conversation.  He said, “Did you have fun in there?” to which Larry responded just by nodding but had a blank expression on his face so Sergay continued, “did you fuck her?”

                “No, she passed out.”

                Sergay glared at Larry and decided to help this guy out, “So?  Go back in there and finish the job”

                Larry looked up and suddenly the blank expression was no longer there and he was glaring at him. “No, I’m not going to do that” he said rather forcefully.

                “Why not man?”
                “That’s called rape”

                “No it’s not, she obviously wanted it if she was hooking up with you before, so just go back in there and finish it, nobody will know.”

                Larry rose and snapped, “What the fuck is a matter with you?!”

                Sergay raised his hands a bit and replied, “Alright Alright, do what you want.”

                Not too long later, the girl Larry had been with, awoke with no recollection of what happened.  She started crying and given that Vonnie already had to deal with one girl who was crying because she lost her virginity, naturally assumed that she’d have to go through it again.  As she walked into the hallway, Vonnie looked over at Larry and decided to diffuse what she thought might be a volatile situation before it started and told Larry to go into the parent’s bedroom and go to sleep so that she could deal with her and the other girl who had been crying.  Larry was more than happy to agree, not because it was 5AM and he had an early morning flight the next day or avoiding facing the girl he just hooked up with, but if he spoke to Sergay any longer, he may resort to blows for implying that he should have raped his partner.

                The next day Larry left Vonnie’s house before anyone had awoken and flew to Columbus, Ohio not knowing what would happen when he returned.  He hadn’t said anything to the girl since they hooked up and Sergay ended up passing out in the bathroom. 

                Five and a half years after that singles-only Valentines Day party nothing seemed to have changed.  Sergay seemed to have forgotten about that night and was unaware that Larry was still mad at him for suggesting that he rape his now close friend.  Although Larry and Vonnie didn’t see each other too often, their friendship didn’t seem to fade.  It was more a matter that they both had the same personality trait of not thinking to call people.  To them, friends were really out of sight, out of mind.  It bothered both of them, but when they did see each other, they often picked up right where they left off.  This was especially true around Larry’s birthday, because Vonnie would always plan it.  She took birthdays very seriously and knew that Larry hated his birthday because he believed that bad things always happened.  For the last four out of five years since they’d known each other, Vonnie had always succeeded in giving Larry a good birthday.  The one year that Larry didn’t enjoy it, was the birthday he had planned himself.  Vonnie had realized that she hadn’t seen most of her friends in a while so she decided to have a party just to see everyone again.  The party was to take place at Vonnie’s apartment in Tribeca.  It was a first floor apartment that had access to a small garden in the back, which Vonnie had utilized to plant many plants and flowers as it relaxed her to walk outside to flowers after a long day of work in a barren Manhattan concrete jungle.  She still considered Larry her best male friend and would be on his side if any disputes were to arise.  She had forgotten that Larry hated Sergay so saw no reason why not to invite both of them to the party.  Sergay had a girlfriend currently named Lyubov who was a 5’6” blond haired Ukrainian who had moved to New York from the Midwest.  Sergay had introduced Larry to Lyubov and given that they both grew up in the Midwest (Larry was raised in Cleveland, Ohio) they used that as an ice breaker and continued from there.  As alcohol was consumed, Sergay and Lyubov had gone to the bathroom together.  Larry was sitting off to the side as he was kind of antisocial and enjoyed people watching more than actively participating in festivities.  Lyubov came over to him and sat down and he and her began talking.  Lyubov told him that she had gone to the bathroom and Sergay wanted to hook up but she didn’t think it was right to do that in the bathroom of someone’s house whom she didn’t know so she pushed him away and ran out.  Larry was incredulous with the story.  He had found out that Sergay and Lyubov lived together so her denying his advances didn’t really make much sense to him.  What made even less sense was that Lyubov was telling him the story given that they had just met that night.  Larry only responded, “In five seconds, Sergay will be back here.” 

                He wasn’t really sure why he said that, but Lyubov rattled off “1-2-3-4-5” as fast as she could say it.

                Larry held up five fingers and counted down in real seconds, when he got to one, Sergay walked over to them.  He was coming from behind Larry and smacked him on the back of the head and said, “What the fuck are you doing?  You hitting on my girl?”

                Larry turned around and said calmly, “No, but if you want to go outside and discuss this, let’s go” as he rose and headed toward the door to the garden always turning to ensure Sergay wasn’t going for a blind side attack.  What was conspicuous to Larry was that Lyubov was doing nothing to stop Sergay, she followed closely behind him as they went outside.  When they were both in the garden, Larry turned toward Sergay relishing the moment that he would finally get to fight him.  Sergay lunged forward to shove Larry and yelled out, “You want to hit on my girl?” so the crowd knew what the fight was about.  Larry brought his right arm down and his left arm up chopping Sergay’s arms away and since his right hand was now cocked at his side, and Sergay’s arms were in no position to defend himself Larry drove his right palm up into Sergay’s nose bloodying it.  Sergay backed up a couple of steps from the blow holding his nose.  He came back quickly with a punch that Larry blocked and then he grabbed Sergay by the head bringing it down.  This was a mistake Larry often employed in street fights.  He was very accustomed to wrestling thus striking, as is needed in street fighting, was not his instinctive reaction.  Sergay was stronger than Larry thus despite being in the headlock he was able to drive Larry back into the fence on the opposite wall but Larry had maintained his grip.  Sergay punched away at Larry midsection hoping he’d break the hold.  Larry kept downward pressure on his neck trying to force Sergay down, finally he drove his knee up catching Sergay in the midsection.  Sergay dropped to his knees but reached his hand up and drove his thumb into Larry’s eye.  Larry tried moving his head to spring loose but Sergay had his thumb locked in so Larry released the hold to use his hand to pull Sergay’s hand away.  This temporarily blinded him and gave Sergay the opening he needed as he punched Larry in the stomach a couple times ending it with a punch to the face.  Larry turned his head as he anticipated the punch so that Sergay would punch the back of his skull.  He knew it would hurt, but it could potentially crack Sergay’s knuckles or break his wrist depending on how hard he punched.  As Larry acquired his bearings, Sergay was shaking his wrist.  Larry lunged forward and tackled Sergay to the ground and punched away at his face.  Sergay deflected most of the momentum from the blows by putting his arms around his face and wrapped his legs around Larry’s waist squeezing trying to suffocate him.  Larry was able to lower Sergay’s legs slightly enough so that that his pelvis absorbed the pressure but high enough so that Sergay wouldn’t notice the futility of the effort.  Sergay reached up and wrapped his hands around Larry’s neck and squeezed choking him.  Larry jabbed connecting with his nose again forcing Sergay to release his grip.  Larry got up and started coughing.  Sergay rose to his feet and charged at Larry, Larry fell to the side sticking his right leg out and kicking at the Sergay’s Achilles Heel with his left tripping him over the right and onto his stomach.  Larry pounced on top of Sergay and grabbed him by the hair and repeatedly slammed his face into the ground.  Sergay put out his hands to try to push himself up but Larry brought his arms underneath Sergay’s and put him in a full nelson giving him free reign to drive his face repeatedly into the ground. 

As Sergay lost consciousness, Larry felt a kick to the side of head knocking him off Sergay.  He rolled around to see who was kicking him and saw Lyubov ignore Sergay and head right for him.  She drove her knee into Larry’s face before he could register what was going on.  Larry rolled away from Lyubov and leaned toward a pursuing Lyubov wrapping his arms around her legs and rising with her slouching over his shoulder.  Larry contemplated snapping the top half of her body to the ground but he was vehemently against hitting girls and just couldn’t bring himself to do it.  Lyubov struggled immensely pounding at Larry’s back trying to push herself up to a vertical base.  Larry couldn’t hold on much longer and instead of slamming her down she dropped back on her feet only to be met by a slap to the face.  Larry backed up for defensive purposes and blocked a wide range of punches and kicks from Lyubov unsure how long he could keep it up.  He was a bit wary from the fight and the two kicks to the head plus Lyubov was at full strength reduced his chances.  If Larry could bring himself to fight back, he may have stood a chance, but since his morality stopped him, this could be very embarrassing and end very badly for Larry.  In the corner of his eye, Larry saw a slim figure come out of the crowd.  His peripherals could only make out that it was a woman, but he wasn’t sure if it was friend or foe as the majority of his concentration was on Lyubov’s four limbs coming at him.  The figure then kicked Lyubov in the midsection causing her to lean over in pain.  Larry turned toward his rescuer to see Vonnie in a fighting stance.  Vonnie prided herself on having very powerful legs, and Larry knew that she had connected well with one of her powerful legs and Lyubov was feeling the effects of it.  Larry backed off to catch his breath and became a part of the crowd, whose attention was now on Vonnie and Lyubov.  Lyubov stood to full height, which was some three inches taller than Vonnie still showing obvious signs of pain.  Vonnie, slapped her across the face and taunted, “You want to start a fight in my apartment bitch?!”

                Lyubov came back with a slap of her own, which only seemed to anger Vonnie more.  One thing Vonnie hated was people touching her face, and a slap was the biggest form of disrespect you could show and she was not going to tolerate anyone slapping her in her home.  She punched Lyubov in the solar plexus and then grabbed on to Lyubov’s hair to stop her from peeling over again.  Vonnie dragged Lyubov by the hair and slammed her face first into the fence.  Vonnie then yanked back tripping Lyubov over her extended knee and stomped away at Lyubov’s midsection taunting her, “You want to slap me, you fucking bitch!”

                When Vonnie tired, she spit on Lyubov and said, “A little harder when someone hits back isn’t it?”

                She turned toward some of her other male friends and told them to get Sergay and Lyubov out of her apartment, to which they agreed.  Larry went up to Vonnie and said, “Damn Vonnie, not bad”

                Vonnie shook her head and said, ‘Shut up Larry, you fought in my house too, I’m just glad you took it outside, that’s the only reason you’re still here.”

                “You couldn’t have been completely against it, if you fought for me buddy.”

                Vonnie gave Larry a look of contempt which only made him smile wider.  She asked, “Will you ever grow up and start acting like a man?  You’re so immature” she then changed her tone to a mocking tone “ehhh Cat fight” waving her arms and rolling her eyes.

                “No”

                Vonnie finally managed to smile and said, “Well then how does it feel that you couldn’t take on a woman by yourself?  How’s your ego now?”

                Larry’s eyes widened but his smile never faded and responded, “I know right? thank God I have female friends or else I would have been really humiliated, thanks Vonnie monster” using her nickname that Larry had blatantly stolen from when he and Vonnie saw Avenue Q together.”

                Vonnie decided it was no use arguing back so she would just play along, she was over what happened, there was no damage to her house, Sergay and Lyubov were escorted outside and people were going about their business.  She waved a finger at Larry and said, “Be careful, I won’t always be there to protect you.”

                Larry then hugged Vonnie and Vonnie pushed him away and said, “Ewww, you’re all sweaty and you got a bloody nose, wash yourself up and then hug me.”

                Larry laughed as he went into the bathroom to wash his face and then had a couple more drinks.  After everyone who was not going to spend the night had left, Larry took a shower and then shared a bed with Vonnie.  This was a common occurrence in their beginning years of college but hadn’t happened in a while.  As they slept Larry couldn’t help but feeling a bit of nostalgia for he really had missed the friendship that Larry and Vonnie had while in college.  The next day they went off their separate ways unknowing when they would meet again since neither of them were very good callers.