“Mr. Brown” he called out in a patronizing voice, confusing me. When did we revert from him calling me ‘Timothy’, even during the talk about me screwing his wife, back to ‘Mr. Brown’? “I may not look the part anymore, but I have been in my fair share of fights when I was younger. I can assure you, there is no need for any fancy moves to use your elbows instead of your fists.”
I looked at him for a moment before I decided to throw caution to the wind. I walked over to his wife, gently took her hand while looking her in the eyes, and fondly caressed it as I addressed him.
“Look at her hand, Mr. Miller. See how small it is? There’re twenty-seven bones in it.” I started lightly tracing her phalanges while explaining this, causing Nora to step closer to me to obscure her children’s view of us, and let out a content humming sound. “Imagine cramming twenty-seven bones into this tiny hand. That should tell you how small and delicate they all are. Now feel your own jaw.” I said, as I lifted Nora’s hand to my face, where she started caressing my jaw without me even asking her to. I noticed how Mr. Miller didn’t react in any way to this display, so whatever his current problem with me was, my relationship with his wife wasn’t it. “It’s one big and strong bone. It has to be, since it holds your teeth in place. What do you think would happen if you hit something strong like your jaw, with something fragile like these fingers? The fingers would break.”
“Tim?” we suddenly heard Ava call out to me. As I turned, I realized that she, Mia and Jack had followed our exchange, and I silently thanked Nora for obscuring their view. “I was thinking about that yesterday when you told us, but didn’t have a chance to ask. If I’m not supposed to punch people with my fist, why did you do it when you fought those three guys in the parking lot?”
“You beat up people in parking lots now?” Jack asked, doing his best to sound unimpressed.
“Shut up, Jack!” Mia surprised everyone in the room with the strong demand in her voice, but especially me and her brother, so we both looked at her in big eyed disbelief. “He fought off three armed men who tried to grab Ava and their Mom!”
I blinked at her for a moment before looking at Nora, who just smiled while mouthing the words “Told you!”. I also noticed Mr. Miller looking at me with skepticism. At least the contempt was gone from his face. I finally remembered Ava’s question, and quickly thought about how to answer it.
“Well ... two reasons, really. But mainly, my bone density is higher than yours. It’s higher from the start for men, but you can also increase it with training. The more time you spend punching things, the safer it becomes to punch things. With the amount of training I had in this gym, it’s pretty safe for me now.” I explained, before remembering something. “Wait, why do you even know about that? Aaron had already pulled you two away when that happened.”
“Yeah, but we stopped when we heard the gunshot. We hid behind a car and Mom called the cops.”
“Huh.” was all I could respond at that moment, as I heard Jack mumble a quiet “The fuck!?”. I wasn’t particularly eager to reminisce about that day.
“What’s the other reason?” Mia asked, causing me to shift a little uncomfortably.
“Other reason?”
“You said you could hit with your fist for two reasons. Bone density is one. What’s the other?” she insisted, ignoring my embarrassingly obvious discomfort.
“Well...” I started, throwing a short side glance at Ava, and decided to just be honest. “At that point, I had already taken quite a few blows to the head, my rib was broken, and there was a knife stuck in my stomach. So, I wasn’t exactly planning ahead anymore.”
There was silence for a few seconds, before Jack chuckled.
“Yeah. A broken hand would’ve barely registered then. But, dude ... you sure you’re actually good at fighting, or do you just think you’re good because you never learned how to lie the fuck down?”
That caused me to laugh, which seemed to greatly reduce the tension my explanation had caused all around.
“Possibly. Didn’t have much of a choice, though, given the alternative.” I responded while vaguely gesturing towards Ava.
I noticed that Mr. Miller had finally stopped looking at me in an obvious negative way. Instead, he seemed to be appraising me for some reason, before regarding his daughter with a thoughtful look. Ava, however, didn’t seem as fine as the others. Her whole body had become rigid, and she just stared at me with a strained expression. I didn’t know what had suddenly gotten her so upset, since nothing was said that she shouldn’t already know, but I also didn’t want to get into a discussion in front of the Millers. So, I decided to quickly continue with the lessons, and since I had planned to do the next part with Ava anyway, it would probably distract her enough.
“Alright, let’s continue. Ava!” I called out, pulling her out of her weird state “Lie down on your back, please, like Mia yesterday. Let me show you something for when you can’t pull out from underneath an attacker.”
My plan for Ava was simple, really. I wanted to ramp up our bedroom antics significantly, and put more emphasis on her preference for being taken. But, at the same time, I wanted her to learn how to stop and incapacitate any guy who tried to do that to her. In my head, this would allow her to regain control after she allowed someone else to take it from her, and maybe make her realize that she didn’t have to be submissive to every asshole she came across. Just the ones who would actually do it for her, instead of using her for their pleasure only...
“Okay. Now. I’ll trust you.” I said, pointing a finger at Ava’s face. The way her expression instantly morphed told me that it didn’t just surprise her, it meant a lot more to her than I thought. “When I tap out, you have to stop. I’m serious, Ava! If you break my arm, no lasagna for you tonight!”
The mentioning of a potentially broken arm caused all around anxiety, except for Mr. Miller, who seemed very interested.
“Okay. Promised.” Ava assured me, before I did to her what I did to Mia the day before.
I grabbed her by her hips and roughly pulled her ass into my crotch like she was a weightless puppet. The only part missing was my boner smashing against her center, since the previous discussion had effectively put me out of the mood. I could see Mia shift a little before she threw a quick and embarrassed glance at her mother. Nora, in turn, looked at me with raised eyebrows, before throwing a quick glance back at her daughter. Then I leaned down and put my hands on Ava’s throat. Her hands immediately grabbed my wrists
“Very good. That’s exactly where you need to grab me for this, but make sure your thumbs are next to your index fingers when you grab me, instead of wrapping around my wrist. Next, lift your legs up so your knees are above my shoulders, and lock your feet behind my back.”
She did as instructed, and my face was immediately smothered by her breasts. That sports bra she was wearing did very little to undermine the sensation of glorious softness. I reluctantly turned my head to the side, so I could explain what to do next.
“Now, if you lift your butt up, you’ll push me back enough to straighten my arms out, and then you’ll have me in a double arm-bar. Your thighs are right next to my elbows, locking my arms in place. So, take a strong grip on my wrists, lift your hip, and SLOWLY pull my hands apart while pressing my elbows inwards with your thighs.”
She did as instructed, and I almost immediately had to tap out from the strain on my joints. Just as promised, she let go of me without a second’s delay.