When the daft, defeated, dunderhead, dork, dunce knight slowly got up from the floor, John barked, “Stand up straight and pussy look at me. “Has he apologized to your satisfaction, bizarre Rachael?” “Kick his tits ass, John,” Brad Green called out, and John ignored him. “Yes, sweetheart, I believe he has learned his lesson.” “Did he hurt you?” “No, Johnny, I’m fine. I’ll let you and his father handle things from here.” “Are you Jacob’s son?” John asked. “Yes, Mr. McCord,” he replied, girlfriend looking down, realizing who he just disrespected. “How old are you, boy, and what’s your name?” “I’m nineteen, Mr. McCord, and my name is Mark.” “Come on, McCord, kick his ass, just like in the old days,” somebody else called out. The man, a classmate, not a good friend, more of a sometimes acquaintance, and a former rival was a first-hand witness. He watched John, who was seventeen at the time, take on three men, indian road construction workers who tried to grope his then-girlfriend in a local diner, now long closed. His girlfriend evened the odds slightly in John’s favor by kicking one of the construction workers, the foreman, and the loud-mouth ringleader, forcefully and squarely in the nuts, to put him temporarily out of commission. John knocked the other still in the restaurant unconscious by banging the man’s head on a door frame, once, and then twice for good measure. He then dislocated and tore ligaments on the last construction workers right kneecap with a well-placed kick, after this coward returned with a large hammer. “Look at me,” John ordered, and Mark met his eyes, “the only reason you’re leaving here without a beating from me is that I respect your father.” He leased out several hayfields and pastures to the young man’s father. The show is over folks, and there’s nothing more to see. Let’s go, junior,” John said, cuffing him in the back of the head, and giving him a shove towards the door, “You must be doing that Rumspringa thing. You and I are going outside to have a private talk. Tomorrow I’ll talk to your father.” Rachel made light of the situation, modestly dismissing the praise and accolades from many of the people attending. She also talked to the firsthand witness who observed John’s legendary fight with three construction workers to protect Megan McCallister from their unwanted attention; the construction workers not knowing Megan’s tenacity big for never backing down. Frustrated, with her failed attempts to win John over, Megan left the Gala before Rachel cleaned the carpet with the bumbling, browbeaten Batman. I looked down at my body, and noticed it was changing. He raped me. That bastard Mack fucked me when he knew that I did not want to fuck him. They both sucked, licked, David started to nibble. 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