The Lucky One - The Conclusion

Evan preferred Asian women, so he gravitated instinctively to May, ignoring stories about her and Desiree. Experience had demonstrated just how flexible women actually were and he continued to pursue May until she surrendered.
As he undressed the cheerfully drunk May, Evan listened to the disjointed history of the relationship with Desiree, muttering "Yeah? Oh yeah?" as he moved along. When May stood completely naked, she let out an expectant laugh and they kissed. Evan gently shoved her onto the bed and their lips met again.
"Evan...are...you going......!"

For two months, the triangle held. Evan was getting laid by the woman who fulfilled his fetish, while May was on her way to becoming Baby Jill's second mom.
May shifted her post-coital chatter with Evan from what an excellent fuck Desiree was to how Desiree's daughter was doing in preschool. Evan had the distinct feeling he was cheating with another woman's wife.
One afternoon, Evan got a call from Peter, asking him if he wanted to have a beer at The Clam Sandwich, a bar near the Amazonia Boxing Club.
"We both have women younger than ourselves," Peter said as they drank their Guinness. "We're lucky because we have fine women in our lives. But the problem with young girls is that they need guidance, a lot of it." 
Evan agreed by smiling.
"May needs direction, Evan, and I think you're the man to provide it."
Before Evan could protest, Peter continued. "Don't get me wrong. I like May and I appreciate having her around. I need to concentrate on the two health centers I manage plus a list personal training clients that is expanding. But I'm a married man, Desiree and Jill are everything to me."
"Never doubted it." replied Evan.
"May needs to channel her affection, learn to balance her feelings so they all don't bleed in one direction."
"They should also be directed to a second party?" asked Evan. Peter smiled, seeing that he was understood.
"Exactly."

The challenge from Evan surprised and perplexed May, but she wasn't scared to fight her lover, despite his advantage in height and arm length. The pair had been fucking so intensely for so long that even the idea of Evan hurting her seemed improbable. May accepted, convinced the match would be a kinky stimulant for their already vivid sex life.

Evan went easy for most of the bout at the Amazonia; half-seriously, half-flirtingly tagging May with punches that were delivered like foreplay. Pulling her into repeated clinches, Evan told May how strong she looked in her boxing outfit, how much she meant to him and what he was going to do to her when they got back to his place, all the while pounding her midsection.
When May reached her very familiar peak of arousal, Evan knocked her out cold.
May felt herself fly off her feet, the ring rushing by and then vanish into darkness.
The Asian girl landed a few feet from the spot where Evan had slugged her. Laying on her back, May's body shivered from an orgasm as Emma the Ref began the ten count.
Dreams of Evan, Desiree and Miley Cyrus flickered and merged erotically in May's brain.
When Emma shouted "Out!" over the sleeping girl, Desiree and Peter scrambled over to the unconscious May. As she helped lift and carry her lover to the corner, Desiree recognized the moisture that drenched the front of May's trunks.

May stayed away from both Desiree and Evan once she recovered, but it was futile. She was still in love with Desiree and the family that had sprang from their being together. Whenever she reran the last moments of the match, Evan's glove about to collide with her face, May felt a new intensity for him, that almost equaled how she loved Desiree.
Before they were reunited, May considered a three way, but decided against it. Balance was needed and May was going to find it.   

The Lucky One Part One

May was a small, pleasingly skinny girl of twenty-one, with a delicate, round face. She joined the Amazonia Boxing Club from Blake Mitchell University, where she was on the Womens Boxing Team., twice the national champions. May's pretty face was the home of sharp, brown eyes, inherited from her Vietnamese mother, and long black hair, the legacy of her Chinese father. These features distracted her opponents, male and female, from her strength and speed in the ring. May was nicknamed "The Lucky One," because such a small girl had the skill and power to land knockout punches that came out of nowhere.
Starting in college, May fell in love with guys and girls, always getting excited and giddy about the object of her affection. These affairs never lasted very long; May was focused on her grades and boxing.
After graduation, she found a job at a graphic design firm and fell in love with Desiree, one of the first girls she fought at the Amazonia.
They were similar in size and build, but Desiree was four years older and happily married to Peter, with whom she had a three year old daughter named Jill. Desiree had challenged May to a match, Desiree's usual procedure for acquiring a new female lover. When Desiree stuck to girls in her own weight class, she usually won by a knockout and then seduced the loser after the fight. So it was a surprise to everyone in Desiree's corner when May's left hook put Desiree to sleep late in round four.
May, as always, was thrilled by victory and turned on seeing her rag doll-limp challenger carried from the ring to the recovery room. The giddy feeling hit her strongly, but May held off on pursuing Desiree. The time wasn't perfect.

A week passed before May spoke to Desiree. Looking in her potential lover's eyes, May could see lust and anger coiled together, waiting for release.
"I want to fight you again!" May said.
"So you can knock me out again?" Desiree was sullen, but there was interest in her voice.
"Exactly. You were so cute and sexy on your back, out fucking cold!"
The girls melted into each others arms and kissed for a long minute. May pressed her mouth to Desiree's right ear.
"I'm going to knock you out so completely, you'll beg to be my bitch when you wake up!" whispered May, violently pushing Desiree from her. The older girl stumbled over her own feet and landed, ass first, on the gym mats. Instantly, Desiree sprang up and bolted away.

The rematch was shorter than the first bout by two rounds. Anger was clear in Desiree's face and she fought like an angry woman, precisely what May wanted. In the second, she started backing away  from Desiree, who turned aggressive. Soon, May was pressed onto the ropes, taking a continual stream of body and head shots. May let her right arm drift away from her head. Desiree fired a right upper cut to May's chin.
The young Asian girl was stretched out on her feet and the ropes strained to hold her as May tilted out of the ring. For a few seconds she thought how sexy Desiree looked with her hair pulled back in a tight pony tail and she relaxed into blackness.
Through the ten count by Emma the Ref, May slumbered face down. Desiree trotted  a full circle around the unconscious girl and then embraced Peter when Emma proclaimed her victory.

May and Desiree were lovers a few days later. While she had a place of her own, May spent a lot of time at Desiree and Peter's house, helping with domestic chores and baby Jill.
The vague, but recurring fear that Peter would, one day, not only have to share Desiree with another woman, but lose his wife to one, surfaced briefly for him. But after six months, the mental demon vanished. Without abandoning Desiree, May took up with Evan.

Back Yard Boxing - The Finish

Everyone we knew, including their friends, showed up for the match a week later. Mel rented a boxing ring that he set up in their back yard. I was in Anna's corner. In the days running up to the bout, I begged Anna not to go through with the fight, but the more I reasoned the more she became set on fighting.
"but I think it's sweet that you care," she chirped before the first round . I seriously doubted there would be a second.
Anna held her own for longer than I expected. Mel was the ref and he was fair, I have to admit, calling off Maria, his wife, when she was really punishing Anna. I was getting concerned, by round five.
"Anna, you've proved you can do this," I said as I sponged my friend's face. I found Anna fighting in her green one piece bathing suit very attractive, the suit hugging her ample chest and ass. Anna for the first time I saw Anna had great legs.
"I have this!" Anna insisted, slamming her gloves together. "I'm knocking that bitch out!"
DONG! the bell echoed through the back yard, followed by a surge of drunken screams from the crowd.
Maria danced around the determined Anna. Dipping to the left suddenly, Maria let Anna follow her lead. creating a small space for a right cross.
BAM!!!
The whole yard was silent.
Anna was still and her arms dropped at her sides. Mouth fallen open, Anna seemed to stare into the clear blue sky at something beautiful. As her pupils vanished into their sockets, Anna's legs buckled one after the other and she landed flat on her back, limbs positioned like a Maltese cross.
Anna was out cold.
Mel could see the fight was over, so he counted Anna out quickly so she could be carried from the canvas. Leaned over the turnbuckle, I stared at Anna, who was prone and blissfully asleep...and beautiful. Her nipples were fully erect on her big tits. Was she dreaming of another victory in the ring or in the bedroom? I didn't want Anna moved from that spot, she was so vulnerable and inert.
"Winner by a total knockout in the fifth round, Maria!" Mel declared, raising his wife's fist in the air. Through a pelting deluge of plastic cups and paper cups, I ran to Anna and sat her up.
she made no response to the gentle slaps I gave or my voice calling her name. Even as Mel and I transported her inside, I was massively aroused.
Maria showed up with her digital camera pointed at her victim on the couch. "I told you I knock that bitch into dreamland!" she informed Mel and I. As I was about to wave smelling salts under Anna's nose, Maria pushed my hand away.
"Not yet!" Maria was very excited. "I don't have enough shots!!"
"Maria, she's out cold!" I protested.
"I know." was Maria's casual response."I'll make copies for you, don't worry."

Anna was conscious five minutes later and I drove her home after an hour's rest. I helped her into her apartment, she was still a little wobbly from the knockout.
"I had another dream when I was knocked out," she told me. "Could you sit with me?"
"Sure," I answered and sat next to her in the couch, as close as I could reasonably get. "What happened in the dream?"
Anna smiled and kissed me. For a breathless moment we looked at each other, savoring the taste of each others lips. "I'll show you." Anna whispered..

Back Yard Boxing Part 1

I'd known Anna for a few years before we reached the "relationship" level. It took  an outside influence to make that happen; in my case, a back yard boxing match.
Anna was then, as she is now, the steadiest female presence in my life. We'd go to cookouts and poker games at my friend Mel's house. Anna's flirty nature and skill with cards made her appealing to everyone, except Mel's wife, Maria. Maria was not amused by Anna's friendliness with her husband, that was just harmless flirting which included a noticeable physicality. Maybe Anna was trying to get somewhere with Mel, I know she loved the male attention her behavior elicited.
You could say that Anna, with her jet black hair and great tits, was a little broad in the beam, but I always liked full figure girls. Maria was pretty in a tough sort of way and was  a complete control freak. The bad blood between the two women increased to such that I would not take Anna to Mel's place again.
But on the afternoon of what should have been her last visit, a cat fight erupted when Anna got too touchy with Mel  for Maria's liking. The cat fight lasted about a minute, but before we could stop them, Maria plowed a right to Anna's jaw spinning her into a staggering KO daze.
"Lights out, cunt!"
To emphasize her statement, Maria smashed a half empty beer bottle on the back of Anna's head.
Anna went bolt straight, her lovely brown eyes wide from the shock. Those eyes shut and Anna cracked a dreamy smile. Heaving a sigh, Anna passed out, legs folding as she fell. I caught her before she could strike the tiled patio floor.
Mel and I carried the limp girl inside the house, settling her on the living room couch.
Anna was out cold for ten minutes. From the smile on her red lips and her erect nipples, we could plainly see she was dreaming. When Mel placed a cold compress on Anna's forehead, she sighed a few times and emerged from unconsciousness.
"Did I win?" she asked me, sounding unsure if she had reconnected to reality.
"No, you lost by a knockout," I answered.
Anna swallowed the aspirin Mel gave her and then rested for ten minutes, telling me about the dream she had while out for the count. In her dream, Anna brawled with maria in a boxing match, eventually knocking Maria out.
"You were there," she added. "When I was declared the winner, you lifted me off the ground in your arms. I felt so strong and powerful when you held me!"
On the way to walking Anna to my car, we were confronted by Maria.
"This is not over, bitch!" Maria spat. "I want a real fight!"
Anna looked angrily at Maria and took an unsteady step toward her. "Fine! We'll box to a knockout!"

Andrea

Sam loved female fighters. Many of the women at the Amazonia Boxing Club, especially the ones in their 20s, recognized Sam's love as more than affection and gratification. They discovered quickly he not only enjoyed sex with female boxers, but that he was in love with their bodies - the way they moved around the ring during a bout, how the women looked in their trunks and boxing gloves. The women boxers were the embodiment of female power.
Male female relations at the Amazonia fit two categories: either brief, intense flings usually consummated after a mixed match or the union of soul mates like Desiree and Sam's friend, Peter. Events worked out differently for Sam. Starting as a training or sparring partner, Sam slept with a number of female boxers and three of them, Kaylee, Jo and Sonia, became permanent sex partners.
On instinct, Sam understood how these women concentrated on mental and physical perfection, on being impregnable. A show of too much emotional weakness could be disastrous to a fighter. But with Sam, they were secure, though they could never explain why. "When we fuck, I feel like nothing could be wrong!" Jo told a friend. The women's locker room of the Amazonia buzzed with his praise.

Andrea heard all the talk and hated Sam. She thought all the happiness and satisfaction Sam imparted to his lovers was in the stupid girls' minds. He was just an exploiter who found access to any woman's weak point, Andrea told her fellow fighters. Their pussies.
Sam was just as attracted to Andrea as to the other women, maybe more. She was tall, round chested, with black hair and complexion that fascinated men and women. Sam didn't count on being with Andrea any time soon, as much as he wanted that to happen. And he didn't believe that was so only because he thought she was a lesbian.
It felt certain to Sam that he and Andrea would end up in a match, a bout where she challenged him.In round three, Andrea took control of the fight and, in front of half the women in the club, beat Sam up. He was pinned on the ropes in the fifth. A rapid series of left-right combinations to Sam's head and body exhausted him and then put him out on his feet.
Going for the kill, Andrea ignored the cries and boos directed at her from the spectators and positioned Sam for the finisher.
"Satisfy this, lover boy!!" Andrea scoffed.
The right sailed in a wide arc at Sam's skull. He was dopily looking at Andrea's pouty red lips and strong shoulders when all the lights went out.
Sam was prone through Emma the Ref's ten count and when he was carried from the ring by Jo and Kaylee.

This was not the first defeat Sam had taken from a woman, but Andrea in the ring addled him.The night after the fight, Sam had Kaylee, Jo and Sonia to his house for dinner. The women slept through most of the morning, curled up against each other like tired kittens. Sam, whistling happily, cooked late breakfast.

Andrea was now comfortably on Sam's mind. The total trouncing she administered, convinced Sam of Andrea's invincebility. No matter how often he climbed in the ring with Andrea, Sam was always going to get knocked out, which would make Andrea endlessly more desirable. He hoped to see her at the Amazonia, where, after winning their bout, he hoped Andrea would be more amenable to sleeping with him.
But Andrea avoided Sam. When she thought about beating Sam unconscious, Andrea became giddy and lightheaded. Hating Sam was impossible. 

Weeks later the couple encountered each other at a party and for a moment they were silent. Sam surveyed the parts of Andrea's body he could not pay attention to when they fought. Andrea head began to swim
and clasped the wall keep standing.
"I want a rematch." Sam proposed.
Andrea accepted, leaning toward his right ear, the dizziness suddenly vanished. "Baby, I'm going to knock you the fuck out!"

Kaylee rubbed down her man's back and shoulders, while Jo and Sonia provided a stream of advice on how to do the most damage to Andrea in the shortest amount of time. As stimulating as it was to hear Sonia describe how to beat up another woman, Sam's focus was across the ring.
Andrea stared back, concentrating on her desire to beat Sam unconscious with her fists. The intent was clear on her face, lending Andrea a harsh beauty that caused Sam to wonder when he could strike her weak spot. If she saw his attack coming, he would lose the fight and they would never fuck and the thought of sex with this powerful woman influenced Sam's planning.

Sam made his move in the third round. Andrea hunted him earlier, but Sam kept mobile, hit and then quickly retreated, which irritated the female fighter. Without warning, Sam reversed his tactics and engaged Andrea, making his punches solid and careful. Being a stronger fighter, Andrea hit backer harder and more accurately.
In the fourth round, Sam seemed to falter and Andrea pressed him closely, often maneuvering him into corners or onto the ropes, pounding combinations to Sam's head and torso. Sam began to leave his head open, his gloves positioned lazily by his forehead. Andrea opened up on his skull and in a few seconds, Sam was on the canvas in a daze. Andrea repeated her attack each time Sam beat the count, more aggressive each time.
She didn't hear the female voices cheering for Sam and booing her. Andrea was too absorbed in punching Sam to know the audience had turned on her. Then the shouting crashed on her when Sam went down for the fourth time, feeling around the canvas with his gloves for something to steady himself. Taking in the angry spectators all at once, she looked at them in confusion and then shouted at Sam: "I see what you're doing! Get up and fight!"
Sam clasped the ropes and climbed up.He swayed unsteadily, focused and held up his fists
Andrea pounced immediately. "They love you and your big prick so much!" whispered Andrea. She was nearly face to face with Sam, throwing punches all over him. He kept standing, although everyone saw he was faltering. "Make me the bad girl who beats up their Romeo!"
A painful smile spread across Sam's face. Andrea returned the grin and tagged his chin with all her strength.
Sam was flat on the canvas, unmoving like a soldier shot by a merciless enemy. Emma the Ref pushed Andrea to a neutral corner  and began the count. As she got closer to "ten," the screams of derision increasingly filled the gym, until, when Emma shouted "You are out!" Jo sprinted across the ring, spun Andrea by her shoulder and delivered a straight right to her jaw.
The "bully" landed a few feet from her "victim," joining him in dreamland.

Sam was hospitalized for three days. Jo, Kaylee, and Sonia worked in shifts, visiting, bringing lunches and dinners they worked on together. During visiting hours, Sam and the women discussed Sam's suggestion that they all move into one large house.
Andrea appeared when Sam expected, late in the evening of his last day in the hospital, after Kaylee, Sonia and especially Jo had gone home.
"How you feeling, Sam?"
"Better." Sam answered, watching the girl as she closed the door and walked slowly to his bedside.He laughed silently at the red bruise left behind by Jo's attack.
"Did you plan for me to put you in this condition?" she asked.
"No, not this bad. But you did okay."
Andrea hesitated for a moment, but couldn't stop herself. She kissed Sam and they embraced. Slipping under the covers, she let him undo her jeans.     

Four Down and Out

There was a satisfaction for Greg seeing Kaylee inert on the mattress. The slumbering blond, in her shorts and tank top, was very attractive, even though brunettes were his first choice – like Paula and Cathy who were Kaylee’s seconds for the private boxing match.
His next challenger, Desiree, stood in her corner, where Paula and Cathy rubbed her shoulders and encouraged their fighter.
Desiree was furious.
The expression she showed Greg did nothing to hide her anger. She and Desiree had become close friends since Kaylee’s marriage broke up. Rumors around the Amazonia Boxing Club stated the women had also been lovers at one point. And Greg did an extensive job of getting Kaylee ready to be unconscious; forcing the girl onto the ropes and beating her till she was exhausted. Greg admitted to himself that Kaylee had more stamina than expected, but she was out cold before the fourth round.
As the fighters opened up on each other at the bell, Greg admired Desiree’s physicality. Lean and shorter than either himself or defeated partner, with well developed biceps, Desiree’s fighting skills were formidable. The punches stung Greg, who had to blink and shake his head to clear away the stabbing pain. Counter punching should have slowed the diminutive brawler, but getting smacked simply increased Desiree’s feeling of being challenged.
Very quickly, Greg tired of being needled. He began watching the way Desiree threw punches and moved around the ring. She’s fighting through being tired, Greg discovered. And she’s not watching me. Greg swung high with his right to Desiree’s head. When she shifted to block the punch, Greg threw a left directly to her upper abdomen, hammering the solar plexus. Desiree gasped as her entire face jammed onto her nose. Greg’s right launched again, connecting with Desiree’s jaw, tossing her sideways. Hands extended outward, Desiree tried to stop her descent, but her ankles folded and she crashed on the canvas.
Tumbling onto her back, Desiree glanced around the ring in total confusion, until Cathy appeared above her, calling out numbers, slowly and loudly. Twice Desiree tried to sit up. On the third, Desiree succeed and moved with deliberation to her feet, ignoring Cathy’s voice telling her to “go slow!”
Greg moved back, allowing Desiree to focus and raise her fists. He crowded Desiree immediately after Cathy yelled “Fight!”
Skillfully, he pressed Desiree into the ropes, surgically pounding her torso, aiming to wear her out completely. Desiree huddled into a crouch, but Greg’s insistent clouting cleared her arms with ease. Thirty seconds of punishment elapsed and then Greg stopped to survey his work.
Desiree, still weakly guarding her midsection and head, sank on the top rope. Her arms were now too heavy to keep raised and, when they fell away, Greg slugged Desiree on the jaw.
A long moan came from the girl. She suddenly went numb and groggy at once. Reality began running down for Desiree.
Greg placed his left glove under Desiree’s dimpled chin. His right curved down below his waist and then flew up, slamming Desiree’s skull a second time.
Desiree’s eyes were just slits.
“OOOOOFFFF!!” Desire blurted as the third impact. Her limbs seemed to liquefy as Desiree took a few, dancing steps toward Greg. The last punch ejected consciousness from her being and spun her into perfect blackness. Desiree landed on her back, motionless.
“I’m not bothering with a count,” said Cathy, clearly disgusted with Greg’s brutality, as she climbed into the ring. “Help me here, Paula.”
Paula stood wide-eyed at Greg.
“Paula, help me with Diz,” Cathy repeated.
Both girl carried the knocked out Desiree to the mattress next to Kaylee’s and removed Desiree’s boxing gloves.
“Know what you are, Greg?!” Cathy demanded, thumbing open Desiree’s eyelids.
Greg knew exactly what he was: a bully. In the last ten minutes, he bulldozed his way through two mixed boxing matches, leaving a pair of women flattened and out like a light in his wake. Watching Cathy slip a pillow under Desiree’s head, Greg decided to make it a trio.
“Yeah, I’m a bully.”
He moved at Cathy, who stood instantly to confront him. Paula felt her heart beat faster, entranced by the confrontation.
“I’m not afraid of you, Greg!” declared Cathy.
“Good.”
WHAP!
The left hook turned Cathy in a circle and then dropped her on the mattress beside Desiree.
“Did you like that, Paula?” asked Greg, his voice and movements becoming gently seductive.
Paula tried speaking, but could only nod. She made a hesitant retreat while Greg surged in her direction.
“That’s why you came tonight, they didn’t need you as a second,” Greg suggested. “You knew full well I’d knock Kaylee and Desiree out cold and Cathy was desert.
Paula barely whispered “Yeah…” when she bumped against the side of the ring.
“You wanted to see a man like me beat them up?”
Greg wrapped Paula in a long embrace and kiss that she never resisted. “You’re really happy seeing Cathy out cold?”
Paula was nearly out of breath. Greg started to pull his arm back, but Paula grabbed his fist and brought it up to her face. Smiling at the boxing glove as if worshiping an idol, Paula kissed it, feeling the fist beneath the padding.
Greg wished his captive “Pleasant dreams!”
Paula’s eyes closed at the wallop and she melted into Greg’s arms, her head resting on his right shoulder.

Joy at the Beach

When he spotted Joy laying on her beach blanket by the big dunes, Joe decided: "What the hell!"
Walking right up to the brunette he'd seen a few times working out at the Amazonia Boxing Club, Joe asked, "Hey, want to fight?"
removing her sunglasses, Joy put aside the novel she was reading, "The Last of the Amazons," and surveyed Joe. Long seconds passed when Joe wasn't sure if Joy was going to scream for the beach patrol officer. Then she smiled and was on her feet, adjusting her pink and yellow bikini. "Right here?" she asked.
"No," Joe answered. "Behind the dunes."
"Cool!" Joy agreed, happily and started down the short path that curved behind the seven foot high dunes that separated the beach from the summer homes. Joe followed a few steps behind, watching her ass and hips with each stride. Joe thought they were pleasing wide and balanced off nicely by Joy's thin waist and big tits. He speculated on the chances of getting laid before this bout was all over,
"You ready?!"
Joy had already turned to face her challenger, fists clinched at face level so all Joe could see was her brown eyes fixed on him.
"Fuck yeah!" he replied, taking his customary boxing stance. "I have to warn you, I've knocked out a few girls tougher than ..."
WHACK!
Joe felt himself fall and reality blinked out. He heard Joy tell him: "In your dreams!" and went to sleep.
Joe dreamed he was flat out on the canvas of a boxing ring. He had been knocked out by Joy, who loomed over him, having completed the ten count.
"Come on boy! You know what you do now!" ordered Joy, her gloved hands pointing to the triangle formed by her thighs and pussy.
Leaping to his feet, Joe pulled down the bikini and began eating her out. Joe loved the feel of female flesh and pubic hair on his face.
Joy quickly began moaning loudly. She pressed the back of Joe's head into her crotch as the orgasm mounted inside her. She called him "Lover!" until she came explosively in Joe's face. He suddenly jumped up awake.
Joy was standing by his shoulders, laughing out loud. Dangling from her right hand was a child's sand bucket, dripping the remains of the sea water she had dumped on his face.
"I have to return this," Joy told him, between snorts of mirth. "I'll be right back!"
Joe spat out the salt water and sand that had gotten in his mouth and resolutely got to his feet.
"Wanna try again, hammer dick?" Joy said when she returned. Joe examined himself and saw he had a massive erection.
"Yes..right now!"
Neither fighter held back for the second round. Hard punches landed on each others heads and bodies. Both Joe and Joy got a sexual charge from each blow that connected.
When Joy ducked a roundhouse, she saw the opening she wanted and launched a right over Joe's shoulder. It landed perfectly on his jaw, spinning him directly into her left upper cut.
Joe went out on his feet. Joy caught him over her shoulder, shifting the out cold male, his legs and arms swaying comically, into a comfortable position.
The house she and her sister had rented was only a few yards away and Joy's bedroom was on the first floor. Getting Joe there wouldn't take long at all.