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Sally, The Girl Next Door

... often told me, “I feel safe when I'm with you, Billy.” Then one Thursday afternoon it all came to a head. Several of her classmates had her surrounded in an alley and had her backed up against a store's back wall. They didn't notice when I stopped my car and quietly walked up behind them. As I drew closer I could hear them cursing and calling her vile names. There were several boys holding her against the wall. They were crudely and roughly feeling her up. Their girlfriends were standing in a semicircle around them and were urging the boys on. I immediately saw red. My anger was more than I could handle. How dare they do this to my friend? Sally was bawling her eyes out. She sobbed, “Why? Why are you doing this to me? I've never done anything to you. I've only offered to help you.” The biggest boy was holding her against the wall by her throat. He spit in her face and yelled at her. “You're always making us look stupid. You act like your so smart. You're ugly too.” One of the girlfriends groaned as she saw me. “Oh shit!” The boy who had Sally by the throat and had been cursing her turned just in time to catch a straight right to his nose. It immediately began spewing blood. He yelled at me. “You son-of-a-bitch! I'll kick your ass for that!” As he drew back to swing at me, I stepped forward and gave him a solid uppercut into his soft belly. He folded over and went down to his knees. The next guy tried to sucker punch me from behind. He got a hard backhanded fist to his cheek ...

... for his efforts. He stumbled back and fell to the ground taking one of the bitches with him. He laid there holding the side of his face. I then stepped between Sally and the gang of punks. “Anyone else want to try some of this?” No one took me up on my offer. “Then get the fuck out of here. If you know what's good for you, you'll never bother Sally again.” “What's it to you, asshole.” The first punk gasped. He was still trying to regain his breath from the upper cut to his gut. “I'll make it real simple for you ignorant shit-for-brains punks. Sally is my friend, and I don't like seeing my friend upset by a bunch of dumb ass punks and bitches like you. Now get the fuck out of here! Now!” They seemed to agree with my suggestion. The whole gang not only left, but they did so on the run. I then turned to Sally and wrapped her in my arms. “Are you alright, Sally? Would you like a ride home?” She continued to cry as she laid her head on my chest. Through her sobs she said, “I'll be alright, but I'd appreciate a ride.” I held Sally around her shoulders and drew her close. She continued to sob as we walked to my car. “Sally, please stop crying. You know I hate seeing you cry.” As we rode toward home, Sally began to brighten a bit. She had stopped crying and was chatting about things in general. She never liked talking about her tormentors. I turned onto our street and Sally leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Thank you, Billy. I've never really told you how much I've appreciated your ...