A New Day, A New You part 8 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 8

... find my bike, only two drinks in three hours but I left a nice tip for the bartender, he was good enough to not pester me to get more. I’m not five feet out the door when I’m being pestered by some fucking druggie. “Hey man you looking to buy,” the skinny little shit asks and I ignore him,” Hey man I’m talking to you.” “No you’re trying to get me to engage you in dialogue that will leave you without the ability to speak,” I state hitting the parking lot. “What,” he stutters and I almost laugh. “See it’s happening already,” I tell him and see my bike. I get a few more steps and that’s when shit goes off and the little fucker trailing me punches me in the back of the head. I take one falter step and stop walking as the little shit is waiting for me to drop. I can see someone coming at me quick on my right and decide to let off some steam. I don’t really look to find the shit that hit me, I just turn and there he is with a stupid smirk that is slowly turning to fear. I see metal in the hand of the one rushing to the scene and figure he’s first. He’s about my height but much thinner and dirty with a small knife in his hand. No form or style as he decides to lunge at me, it’s a simple matter of grabbing him by the wrist and bending his arm around as he impales himself in the stomach. I can feel the wind leave his body as the shock hits him and with my hand still in his wrist I turn my attention to the would be dealer/mugger. I bend the friend over his own arm and knife in his ...

... gut before jerking them up causing more damage and lifting him off the ground before letting him drop. I can almost taste the fear coming off the first one and he’s so shocked he’s not even looking for an exit, that would take too much thought. Instead he rushes me wildly swinging, I wait for the first two to go past me before catching the third in the air and holding the wrist I turn, back my body to his and shift my hips in a shoulder throw slamming him on the ground. The wind leaves him and I can hear him gasping and watch him clutch his chest before I look around and see nobody. Not a fucking person is even looking here and the ones that are walking down the sidewalk don’t even care. “Hello anyone? Two assholes just tried to mug me and I think one is dying,” I say loudly to the people walking down the street. Nobody even looked over, I shake my head and turning to the one that I threw grab his hand and have him take the knife in the other’s stomach and making sure they both look seriously compromised I do the only thing left, hop on my bike and ride back home. I feel a little calmer but a lot more amped up as I pull into the garage and cut the engine. I know it’s late and the children are asleep and when I get to the living room I discover that my wives are too by their absence in the living room and pretty much the rest of the house. I debate turning in on the couch till I can figure out if they’re mad when the decision is made for me by Matty coming down stairs in her ...