I Love Dick Ch. 02

Author's Note: This is the second in the series of episodes that occurred at certain times when I wore my lucky Steelers "I LOVE DICK" T-shirt. You don't necessarily have to read the first chapter to follow the second chapter. Your votes and public comments (right after the voting) are greatly appreciated!

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Oh no . . . no!" I shrieked.

One of the gangbangers had smashed me to the pavement in the parking lot, and the other snatched up my purse as they both ran.

The man in black leather was about to start his Harley when he witness the incident. He chased the one with the purse, caught him within fifty yards, and tackled him. They struggled briefly, and the gangbanger had a knife in his hand. The man in black broke the punk's arm and smashed his face into the ground repeatedly until the gangbanger was unconscious.

A crowd gathered around me as I stood up shakily. I seemed to be okay, but I was wearing denim cut-offs and my knees were skinned a bit. Two police cars and an ambulance arrived on the scene. One car drove to where the man in black had the suspect apprehended, and the other stopped by me.

The cops who had driven up to the man in black got out of their car. One said, "Nice work. He looks a little the worse for wear."

"Yeah, he pulled a knife on me. There it is on the ground. How's the lady?"

"She's standing up, so she must not be hurt bad," the same cop said. "This guy needs the ambulance, not her."

"You got identification?" the same cop asked. "For the police report."

"Sure. My wallet is over on my scoot."

"That's some machine," the same cop observed, admiring the sparkling Harley from a distance.

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