My Lover Enjoyed Fine Art

Me? I loved to punch out thugs when they deserved it

Photo credit: Darrin Atkins

It was a warm Sunday and my lover Samantha and I were out shopping at some big store.

“I need to use the restroom," she said do we needed over to the far right of the store.

It was a windy day, the kind where you hear the wind whistle in the treetops. I never liked that kind of weather.

“I won’t be long," she said as she slipped into the women’s bathroom.

I have never been inside a public bathroom for ladies, so I imagine it to have wonderful flower smells and nice rainbows.

When she came out, she spotted a nice painting on the wall.

“Wow, let’s stop a moment." Samantha loved art.

“Okay," I said.

After a bit an ugly thing walked by to the men’s room, but he stole a glance at Samantha’s backside on the way.

“Be right back," I said to her as I followed him inside.

Then I confronted him.

“You like looking at my lady?" I asked him.

“Yeah, so what?" he replied.

“Well, take a long look at this."

I punched him with a right cross so hard in the face that he bounced across the restroom into the have dryer.

He stood up.

“How about this too?" I said as I knocked him out with a left hook.

I left him and got back to my lover.

“Your hand is bleeding," she said.

“It’s nothing."

“It’s not nothing. I need your hands in good condition, so I can place them where I want them to go.”