Seventeen year old Amanda Wilde is sitting in her room fuming. The wonderful boy she has been dating for the last two years turned out to be a complete asshole. What makes her so angry, is the fact that she was duped by Jimmy into thinking he was perfect. She wants to scream at the top of her lungs for being so gullible. For two years, she sacrificed everything for him. Her friends, personal interests, school activities, even her grades suffered because she was so wrapped up in Jimmy. She even went against her parents wishes when they ask her to break it off because he wasn't right for her. But she was absolutely convinced Jimmy was the man of her dreams.

It irritates her to think she would still be hanging on his every word if she hadn't caught him cheating on her. The unwanted chore of taking care of her sick Grandmother over the weekend, had turned out to be a blessing in disguise. She gets boiling mad when she thinks back to how disappointed he acted because she had to look after her Grandmother and wouldn't be able to spend time with him. If she hadn't gone to the Pharmacy to refill her sick Grandmothers prescription, she would still be in the dark about what he was doing behind her back. She can still see him in her mind, kissing that bitch in front of the diner. She smiled when she thought about the terrible beating she gave the red headed bitch. That cheating little bastard would have gotten a bad beating too if he hadn't run away. The chicken shit coward.

Kicking Jimmy's ass wouldn't have been a problem for Amanda. She was certain of that. He might be two years older and out weigh her 5 foot 6 inch 122 pound body by about seventy pounds, but she knew she could take him. Growing up with her two older brothers forced Amanda to become a tomboy. She was always the first one to climb a tree or slide down a hill side. And fighting with her two older brothers was a constant occurrence of survival. By the time she was twelve, she was giving as much as she was taking when she got into a fight. Her two older brothers grew to respect her feminine fists and female power. She was smaller then both of them, but she packed one hell of a punch.

Amanda decided to quit feeling sorry for herself. She would get over Jimmy eventually and move on with her life. There was other fish in the sea that wasn't lying, cheating bastards. She just had to be more careful the next time she became infatuated with a man. And more suspicious about his activities and his honesty. She swore a solemn oath to herself, to never be deceived by a male again. Her next boyfriend would have to earn her trust. She would keep him at bay until he proved his undying love and affection for her was genuine. Then and only then, would she open up her heart to him. And God help him if he broke her heart. Because he would pay for it dearly.

With her mind made up, Amanda peeled off her clothes and slipped into her short yellow colored pajamas. Then she sat at her vanity table to brush her lustrous shoulder length light brown hair. Staying busy took her mind off of the shit Jimmy pulled and helped keep her anger in check. When her hair was shining from the one hundred strokes she routinely gave it, she picked up the small bottle of pink nail polish and removed her yellow socks. Thirty minutes later her finger and toe nails were a gleaming pink. Satisfied with the way they looked, she put her socks back on and flopped on her bed to read the latest teen magazine to pass the time. After twenty minutes had past, she felt the pains of hunger. She ambled toward the kitchen to fix herself a bite to eat.

Amanda was on her own for the weekend and for that she was grateful. She really wasn't in the mood to hear her parents repeatedly say we told you so. They were up at their ski lodge on one of their romantic getaways. She smiled when she pictured her forty something parents, making mad passionate love to each other. She also felt a twinge of jealousy because she didn't have someone to love her like that. But that situation could be easily remedied, so she let the jealously slip from her mind. After searching the refrigerator and the cupboards, Amanda came up empty. Nothing she found looked or sounded good to eat.

A thought crossed her mind that a pizza would be just the thing to lift her spirits. And fortunately, her parents had left her twenty dollars for just such emergencies. She quickly grabbed the phone and dialed the local pizza parlor. Then she wandered to the living room and switched on the television to see what was on. Continuous channel surfing to find something to watch was a dead end. Nothing seemed to grab her attention and hold her interest. She finally gave up and turned the television off. Amanda sat there in silence as she waited for the pizza to be delivered. Stringy mozzarella cheese and pepperoni was exactly what she needed to overcome her troubles and make her feel better. She couldn't wait for the delivery man to get there.

Charles was feeling bitter and thoroughly unhappy with the way things were going. In the last week, his life had turned into a complete shambles. Yesterday his girlfriend informed him she was pregnant. He definitely was not ready to have a family and be loaded down with responsibilities. Last weekend he totaled his car in a wreck that was entirely his fault. The insurance company was giving him grief over the wreck and so far had refused to pay. The second hand car he bought a few days ago was giving him nothing but trouble. Because of the car, he was late for his interview that morning which could have landed him a better paying job. And the interview had not gone well. He was certain he was not going to get the position. Everything was turning to shit.

That meant he was stuck in this dead end minimum wage job of delivering pizzas for God knows how long. At twenty two and a College graduate, he assumed his life would be on track by now. But things had a way of never working out for the troublesome young man. He seemed to fail at everything he tried to better himself. Especially in the last year. It was like a dark cloud was hanging over his head that was preventing him from becoming successful. He graduated from College in the top third of his class, so he naturally expected to be well on his way to financial freedom. Driving a piece of shit car, burdened with a family he didn't want, and delivering pizzas for a living did not fit that criteria. He felt totally lost.

Fortunately this was his last delivery for the night. He planned on finding the nearest bar and drowning his sorrows in a bottle of whiskey. It still pisses him off, to think he would already be at the bar if he hadn't taken what he thought was a shortcut to his previous customer. But the shortcut turned out to be a dead end street, which cost him at least twenty minutes because he had to back track all the way around. Just another example of the way things had gone in his miserable life lately. And Charles couldn't for see anything in the near future that would change his pitiful existence. So being a complete failure with no help in sight, had turned him into a very bitter man.

Amanda was getting a little perturbed. The delivery guy should have been there at least a half an hour ago. She needed that pizza like a drug addict needed his heroin. Anger began to build inside of her as she frantically paced the floor. The pizza parlor and the delivery guy was going to get a piece of her mind if that pizza wasn't in her hands in the next ten minutes. Just as that thought entered her mind, the door bell rang. "It's about time you got here buddy." She said aloud as she picked up the twenty dollar bill and stomped over to the door. Amanda jerked it open and snatched the pizza out of the hands of the surprised Charles. A scowl appeared on his handsome face. He certainly wasn't in the mood to take any shit from a smart ass customer.

"That will be twelve ninety five." He said as he stared into the angry brown eyes of the pissed off teenage girl. There was no warmth coming from the box, so Amanda knew the pizza was cold. "This pizza is cold." She told him angrily. "What the hell took you so long?" Charles could feel his temper rising from the tone of voice she was using. He needed that bottle of whisky in the worst way to help calm his nerves. "Look lady. This is my last delivery and I'm bone tired. Just give me my money and I'll be on my way." Amanda decided to let it slide. She could warm the pizza up in the micro wave so it really wasn't a big deal. She thrust the twenty dollar bill at him and waited for her change.

While he was fumbling in his pouch for her money, Amanda opened the box to get started on the pizza and satisfy her craving. Her own temper exploded when she realised it wasn't the pizza she ordered. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" "I ordered a pepperoni pizza with extra cheese. This is sausage and mushroom. Take this back to your car and bring me the pizza I ordered." She demanded. Shit. He thought to himself. I was so upset about that shortcut being a dead end, I mixed up the pizzas and gave hers to those people. They have probably already called in and complained to my boss. Now I'm going to have to listen to him rant and rave when I show up for work tomorrow. Can't any fucking thing go right for me anymore.

Charles wasn't about to return the pizza and bring her the correct order. That would take more then an hour and he refused to wait that long for his whiskey. The best alternative was to lie his way out of this situation. "That's the pizza they gave me for this address lady. If it's not what you ordered, then you'll have to take it up with the manager. It's not my job to make sure they give me the correct order. Unfortunately they are closed right now, so I guess you're stuck with the pizza you have. Now take your change and I'll say good night." He replied as he shoved the money right in her face.

Now Amanda was really pissed. Did this idiot think she was stupid? She knew the pizza parlor was still open, because she had ordered pizzas many times at a later hour then this. The bastard was trying to get out of doing his job. And he was trying to force her into accepting a pizza she didn't order or want. Her anger was already at the exploding point because of the way Jimmy had treated her. The shit this asshole was trying to pull was the straw that broke the camels back. She glanced down at his right hand, which was holding the change he expected her to take so he could leave. With one quick movement, she tossed the pizza in the floor and grabbed his wrist. Then she jerked him toward her and landed a solid left on the right side of his jaw. "SMACK!" Charles stumbled into the room while she shut and locked the door.

He turned and looked at her smiling face as he stood there rubbing his sore jaw. His own temper flared up past the point of no return. All the shit that had been dumped on him in the last week came to a head. He needed to take his frustrations out on someone, and this crazy little bitch was the perfect target to relieve him of it. His 6 foot 201 pound male body stood tall and erect as he faced her and grinned. "You just fucked up big time you stupid little cunt. I've felt like pounding someone to death the whole fucking day. And you just got elected for the crazy stunt you just pulled. So you better say your prayers bitch, because I'm going to give you the worse beating you've ever had in your life."

Amanda looked at him and smiled sweetly. Since she had to wait to get her hands on Jimmy and teach him a lesson in humility, this fucking asshole was the perfect person to use to release her pent up anger. She turned her shapely female body and took up a fighting stance. Then she stared him straight in the eyes and answered his challenge. "Bring it on big mouth. I've felt like giving a moron male a good thrashing all day myself. So we'll soon see who is going to get the beating of their life. I think you'll be very surprised to find out it won't be me. Now quit running your loud mouth and come here so I can give you the beating you deserve." Charles charged the mouthy bitch with the intention of shutting her up permanently. If she wanted a beating that bad, then he was happy to oblige and give it to her.

Amanda stepped up and met him head on. Male and female warrior stood toe to toe and slugged it out. The main objective of each, was to beat the other into total submission. Only one would stand victorious over their beaten foes battered body. And both of them were absolutely sure they would be the one left standing. Large male arms with sledge hammer strength behind them, encountered strong feminine arms that were filled with female power and determination. Each held their ground and fired massive missiles of destruction to overwhelm their opponent and bend their will to their own. Not one word was uttered by the two gladiators. They were saving their strength to put as much power as they could behind every hard thrown punch. It was a spectacle worth seeing if they had an audience. But they fought it out alone.

"SMACK!" Charles landed a solid right cross to Amanda's jaw and expected her to collapse to the floor. But the female fighter was much tougher then he realised. She took the punch without even blinking an eye and let him have it with three devastating blows of her own. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Charles was totally taken by surprise and staggered back from her onslaught of punches. Amanda pressed her advantage and went after him with a vengeance. "SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" Off balance from her previous punches, Charles was unable to elude the next volley she threw at him. Amanda drove him back with ease while she picked him apart.

"SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His backward momentum was halted when he struck the wall. He was stunned and disoriented, so Amanda took the opportunity that was presented to her and worked on his exposed mid section. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" He doubled over from the pain which left his chin wide open for her hay maker uppercut. "CRRRACK!" Charles slumped to the floor on his butt in a daze. Amanda stood over him beaming with pride. A much larger, more muscular male was sitting on the floor at her feet. And she had put him there with her hard female fists. She closed her brown eyes and savored the powerful feeling she always felt when she had her opponent down and at her mercy. There was nothing in the world like it. It flowed through her body like an aphrodisiac.

Charles sat there shaking his groggy head and tried to bring his blurry eyes into focus. When his vision cleared, he was staring at two frilly hems on short yellow pajama bottoms. Just below those hems was two fine looking, smooth skinned female legs. Those bare legs jogged his memory. He remembered where he was at and what was happening. When he glanced up he saw the teenage girl standing over him with her eyes closed and a smile on her beautiful face, it irritated him all to hell. Never look a gift horse in the mouth. He thought to himself as he drove a solid punch into her wide open stomach. "THUD!" The punch was strong enough to drive Amanda back and give him time to reach his feet.

"You really didn't think you had won already did you bitch? It's going to take a lot more then a few wimpy female punches to put me down for the count. And I'm afraid you're not going to land anymore because your luck just ran out." He boldly told her. "We'll see about that punk." Amanda replied smiling. "When you tried to screw me over and force me to accept a pizza I didn't order, you stepped into shit. And I'm going to rub your face in it. Now step up here so I can shut that big mouth of yours with these." She said as she held up her fists. Snarling like a fierce jungle cat, Charles attacked with malicious intent. Amanda was ready and waiting for him.

Charles let loose with a multitude of vicious punches. Each one was loaded with enough power to break her bones if they landed. But the beautiful teenager was much more agile then he would have expected. Amanda danced around his ferocious attempts like a Matador dodging the horns of an angry bull. Frustration began to show on the muscular young mans face when his hard thrown punches didn't connect. And the exertion of striking nothing but air was beginning to wear on him. His breathing became labored and his movements slowed considerably. Amanda waited for her chance with extreme patience. When it came, she took him to school.

"SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" Her female fists easily found their mark. Charles was so tired from the energy he spent missing her, he was unable to avoid any of her pile driving punches. Her female body was moving so fast, all he saw was a yellow streak before another punch slammed into his rapidly swelling face. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" His legs turned to jelly while he stood in front of her helpless and vulnerable. "CRRRACK!" The wrecking ball uppercut snapped his head back so fast, he thought she had broken his neck.

Charles teetered on wobbly legs for a second while he watched the room spin through his unfocused eyes. He finally dropped to his knees and slumped to the floor at her feet. Amanda stood over him and grinned as she listened to the painful moans the poor man was making. She knelt down on his left side and reached across his body to grab his right wrist in her right hand. Then she placed the palm of her left hand between his shoulder blades for leverage and snapped his right arm up his back in a hammer lock. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A loud, ear piercing scream erupted from his throat. "Now you can't be doing that you little wimp. We wouldn't want Mrs. White coming over here and spoiling our party."

Amanda knew her parents always asked their next door neighbor Mrs. White to keep an eye on her while they were away. She was having to much fun taking her anger out on this asshole delivery guy, to have it ruined by their neighbor. "I guess I'm going to have to find a way to quiet you down so we won't be interrupted." She placed her left knee on the back of his neck to pin his head to the floor. Then she reached back with her left hand and removed her yellow sock from her left foot. "Open wide for me little man so I can gag your big mouth and shut you up." She said as she wrenched his arm further up his back. Charles opened his mouth to scream. Amanda stuffed it full with her yellow sock before one sound could escape. Charles nearly vomited from the taste.

"There we go. That's much better. Don't you agree you weak little sissy?" "MMMMMMFFFFFFFHHHHHHH!" Was all Charles could utter through his sock filled mouth. "You have a very bad attitude for a delivery man you know. I thought it was time someone gave you an attitude adjustment and taught you some manners. Fortunately for you, I was available and in just the right mood to do it. So you see, everything worked out perfectly. You needed a really good beating to straighten you out and I'm just the person to give you one." Charles was struggling with everything he had to buck the bitch off of him. But with her knee pinning his head down and his arm in unbelievable pain, he couldn't budge her.

"You picked the wrong customer to be rude to you pathetic piece of shit. I caught my boyfriend cheating on me today and the little bastard got away before I could give him the beating he deserved. You and your big mouth was just what I needed to release all the anger built up inside of me. You really should learn to treat people with more respect. Because you my friend are to much of a pussy to be running your mouth." "MMMFFFFHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Charles tried to tell the bitch to get fucked. But garbled sounds was all he could make through his sock filled mouth. "What was that?" Amanda asked grinning. "I couldn't quite make that out wimp. Would you mind repeating that for me." She laughed when he squirmed and repeated it. "MMMFFFFHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Charles was wiggling and squirming as hard as he could, but he just couldn't unseat her. He realised all he was doing was tiring himself out. He stopped to save his energy so he would have the strength to beat this crazy bitches ass when she decided to let him up. The second he stopped squirming Amanda struck. She quickly removed her knee from his neck and grabbed his left wrist in her left hand. Before he knew what was happening, his left arm was twisted behind his back next to his right. Amanda swiftly moved her agile female body until she was sitting astride his back. She scooted up and placed both knees on the outside of his arms and used her upper thighs to keep his hands in place. Now he was pinned to the floor with both arms in a hammer lock, and her hands were free to do what she wanted to him.

Charles was caught off guard and totally unprepared for her to change positions. She had him pinned down in a different hold before the thought even crossed his mind to try and escape. Amanda grabbed a hand full of his hair and began rubbing his face back and forth on the carpet. "I'll bet it's very embarrassing to have a girl humiliate you like this while you're pinned down and completely helpless. But since you're so pitifully weak, there isn't much you can do about it is there punk?" He couldn't argue with her on that fact. Shame was spreading through him like a virus while she humiliated him. Tears were beginning to form in his swollen eyes because he wasn't able to stop her. And her laughter was the most hideous thing he ever heard in his life.

Amanda stopped grinding his face in the carpet and spread the palm of her left hand over the right side of his face and pinned his head firmly to the floor. Then she reached back with her right hand and removed the yellow sock from her right foot. "You seem to enjoy the taste of my sock in your mouth little man. So lets see if you like smelling the other one just as much." When she put her sock in his face and began rubbing it all over his nose and mouth, Charles resumed his struggles to free himself. But it was a useless waste of his energy. Amanda had him securely pinned to the floor and at her mercy. His tears flowed faster when he realised there wasn't a damn thing he could do to stop her from degrading him. All he could do was lie there and cry.

When Amanda tired of her little game, she pitched her sock away and quickly climbed off of the humiliated Charles. "OK you big pussy, get up. It's time I finished giving you your beating. Get on your feet so I can beat you like the dog you are." She backed up a bit and took a fighting stance while Charles slowly climb to his feet and ripped the sock out of his mouth. His arms were burning with a tingling sensation because of being trapped high up on his back for so long. But he didn't let that stop him from raising them to fight. This bitch had completely humiliated him into crying. He hadn't cried in years. The shame and embarrassment he felt was overwhelming. She had to pay for what she did to him with pain. Lots and lots of pain.

He didn't waste any time trying to make her painfully sorry for all the shit she put him through. He threw himself at her with pure venom in his heart. His muscular arms sent body damaging punches at the young female with all the strength he possessed. He wouldn't be satisfied until she was lying in the floor crying and hurting like he had been. But the elusive fucking bitch wouldn't cooperate with his plans. Her graceful feminine body moved so fast, the short yellow pajamas were nothing but a blur. It was like trying to hit rays of sunshine. There was no substance to strike when his powerful blows reached their destination. She was gone and standing somewhere else, laughing at him. It nearly drove him insane.

The other problem facing him was her solid female fists. When she opened up her arsenal, he always seemed to be in the way of the bone jarring punch when it landed. Every part of his face and body was in pain. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" Amanda was relentless with her attack. She steered him around the room like she was behind the wheel of a car. "SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" Charles was defenseless against the female warrior and her lightening fast hands. The pain barely had time to register in his brain, before the next painful blow struck. He was nothing but a punching bag for the beautiful teenage girl and her rock hard fists.

"SMACK!" Charles hit the floor hard. He lie there in a daze, staring up at the ceiling. All of a sudden, something grabbed his shirt and he was roughly hauled up on his feet. "SMACK!" The small bones in his broken nose shattered. "You have no idea how much fun I'm having beating you senseless." "SMACK!" His busted lips swelled up as big as hot dogs. "Having you show up at my door when I needed to take my anger out on an asshole male was like having my Birthday wish come true." "SMACK!" A large cut opened up over his left eye. "So I want to thank you for being there for me." Amanda laughed at her little joke while she jerked the groggy Charles up straight so her next hard thrown punch would land cleanly on it's target.

"SMACK!" Now his right eye was in a great deal of pain. "I'm beginning to feel so much better already." "SMACK!" His jaw felt like it came unhinged. "You do know it's very therapeutic to channel your anger and release it somewhere." "SMACK!" His left cheek bone was badly swollen and changing color. "And you're to weak to stop me because you're such a wimp." "CRACK!" The sound of teeth clinking together was heard when her solid uppercut snapped his head back. "So I can do what ever I want until my anger is gone." "SMACK!" Her straight right drilled him between the eyes. "Isn't that a pleasant thought pansy ass?"

Charles was out on his feet and didn't understand a word she said. He was only able to stand because Amanda's strong fingers were curled in his shirt to hold him up there. His muscular male arms lazily dropped to his sides the second she lifted him up from the floor. So putting up any kind of defense was thoroughly out of the question. He was simply target practice for the pissed off teenage girl until her anger ran it's course. "SMACK!" When Amanda turned loose of him, his body fell straight down like dead weight to the floor. He landed squarely on his black and blue face at her feet. "SLAM!" Amanda placed her male destroying hands on her shapely hips and smiled as she looked down at the battered body of the semi conscious Charles.

She nudged his swollen face with her big toe and asked. "Had enough big boy? I told you you would be surprised by which one of us was going to get the beating of their life. By the looks of your badly swollen, multi colored face, I would say beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was you weakling. Of course, I knew from the beginning who would be lying in the floor in pain. I just had to prove it to you. And I would say I've done a very good job making my point. Wouldn't you punk?" Charles was shaking his battered head trying to clear it. He could hear someone talking, but it sounded like they were a mile away. His hand was right in front of his face, but his blurry vision saw three of them. Continuously shaking his head, finally brought his eyes into focus.

Charles placed the palms of his hands flat on the floor and tried to push himself up. But half way up, his weary arms began trembling. He frustratingly flopped back in the floor when they gave out. Again he tried to rise to his feet and met with the same results. "AAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A scream of anguish came from his mouth because his battered body wouldn't do what he told it to do. He slowly raised his head and saw Amanda standing over him. Seeing the well manicured pink colored toe nails on the teenage girl, brought it all into perspective. Like in the cartoons, a light bulb snapped on in his head and made him see everything clearly. And the reality of what he saw, was like a dagger through his heart.

A teenage girl half his size had given him a brutal beating. If he found the strength to get up, she would continue to beat him to a pulp and deposit him back in the floor. She had easily handled him while he was fresh and at full strength. Now he was weak and hurting all over, because of the terrible beating she had given him. So attempting to resume the battle would be fruitless. All it would get him was more pain and humiliation. Charles dropped his head to the floor and gave up. His will to fight was gone and his spirit was broken. A few seconds later, his battered body began to heave up and down with heavy sobs. The shame he felt was to much to bear.

Charles finally struggled to his knees but left his head on the floor with his eyes shut tight. He was to ashamed of himself for losing a fight with a young girl and lying at her feet crying. "Look Miss. I'm sorry for the way I acted. You're right. I should have given you the respect you deserve and I apologise for that. So much shit has been dumped on me in the last week and all I wanted to do was get drunk and try to forget how miserable my life is. It would have taken more then an hour to bring you the pizza you ordered and I didn't want to do it. I apologise for that too. I really am sorry for everything and I'm asking you to please forgive me."

Amanda helped the sobbing man up from the floor and let him lean on her while she took him over to the sofa. He didn't want to look at her because he felt so ashamed. But she took his head in her hands and forced him to look her in the eyes. "I might have gone a little overboard because I was so pissed off at my cheating bastard of a boyfriend. I knew you were finished when you were lying on your back in the floor. But all I wanted to do was hurt you some more because I couldn't control my temper. It isn't your fault he treated me like he did. Your lack of respect attitude made my anger boil over. And I was so pissed off at Jimmy I didn't want to stop it. So I'm sorry for taking it out on you. Now that you know why I was so angry, tell me why you were so rude."

Charles was reluctant to tell her his story at first. But once he got started, he poured his heart out completely. Amanda listened and patiently waited for him to get done. When he was through, she sat there in thought for a minute before a smile filled her lovely face. "I believe I can help you solve one of your problems. My father owns his own construction business. He just landed two large contracts and I know for certain he is looking to hire new workers. Be here at seven o'clock sharp Monday morning and I'll introduce you to him as one of my friends in need of a job. He'll expect you to work hard because he pays very good wages to his workers. But he's a fair man and he'll treat you right if he sees you want to work and you show up every day."

Charles slipped off of the sofa to his knees in front of her. He took her soft hands in his and gratefully kissed the hard knuckles that had beat him senseless. "Thank you, thank you, thank you Amanda. I really appreciate this. I'll work hard to show your father I'm a man who can be counted on. I won't let you down. I swear Amanda." "Oh I know you won't Charles. Because if you screw up and make me look like an idiot for recommending you. The beating I just gave you will be fore play compared to the beating you'll get from me. Is that clear?" She sternly asked. Charles was trembling so bad he could barely squeak out his answer. "Yes ma'am. I understand perfectly." "Good. Lets hope that you do." She replied with a confident smile.

After the horrible week he had, Charles was beginning to call himself bad luck Charley. But the next week turned out to be one of the best he could remember having in years. Amanda's father hired him that Monday morning. He was a little reluctant at first, because of the young mans badly swollen battered face. But Amanda vouched for him and he trusted her judgement on most things. Her father showed him the ropes and was delighted to find out Charles was a very quick study. He picked things up easily and was capable of doing the job without having to have constant supervision. He quickly took a liking to the young man. Charles discovered he loved working out doors in the sun and using his well developed muscles doing manual labor. Construction work was interesting and very rewarding to him.

Since landing the job with Amanda's father, things began to turn around for Charles. His feud with the insurance company was finally settled and over with. The pregnant girlfriend confessed she was having an affair with another man and the baby wasn't his. So he dumped her and moved on with his life. He was so well liked by his boss, he got invited once or twice a month to Sunday dinner. Amanda's mother enjoyed having him for dinner because he was so respectful and courteous to her and her daughter. The respect and admiration he held for the teenage girl who beat some sense into his head, eventually turned to love. After Amanda got to know him better, she saw the real person inside Charles. And her affection towards him changed as well.

Eventually the two became romantically involved and finally engaged. Her parents were thoroughly pleased and nearly as happy as the two of them. Charles was confident he had found the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. And Amanda was absolutely sure she had found a man she could trust to love only her. His attention was entirely devoted to her and her happiness. Amanda never had to give Charles another brutal beating. Although in the back of their minds, they both knew she could and would if it ever became necessary. But it didn't. The one and only beating he received at the hands of the beautiful teenage girl, was the best thing that ever happened to the happy couple. Charles got his life on track and his future looked bright. And Amanda finally found the man of her dreams.