The Strand-on-the-Green Strongwoman Chapter One (standard:action, 1672 words)
Author: Brian Cross	Added: Jun 19 2019	Views/Reads: 1721/1174	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Maggie Wells witnesses an incident at a London tube station which propels her on a course across country, altering both her life and character for good.

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Excellent. It couldn't have been better for Maggie Wells. A stretch of
fifty metres deserted apart from a couple that turned off down an 
alleyway. Not what she expected on a sultry evening, but she'd take the 
opportunity while it was there. 

She quickly closed the gap. “Hey ...” 

The yob turned around at her call, and the force of her fist into his
stomach buckled him down to her level. Maggie curled a powerful arm 
around his neck, increasing the pressure as her muscles went to work, 
and within a few seconds, the youth was on the ground writhing in 
agony. But the fire remained in her eyes; her anger wasn't assuaged. 
“Can you swim?” 

“What the fuck is it to you?” the youth screamed. 

“I'll take that as a yes then.” Maggie bent down, placed her arms
beneath his prostrate body, raised him from the ground, heaved him 
above her head. “This is what you get for mistreating an old man.” And 
with that, Maggie unleashed her power, hurling the stricken man ten 
feet into the Thames. 

*** Maggie stood in front of the mirror. Swept her long hair over her
shoulder, bunched it up. Time for a change. She'd taken a chance in 
doing what she'd done. Her temper had gotten the best of her. She could 
have killed the prat, having wrenched his neck and hurled him into the 
Thames, but in the event, she hadn't, having watched from a distance as 
he'd been hauled out of the Thames by a couple of passers-by. 

She wondered if he'd inform the police, but being beaten up by a woman
and thrown into the river wasn't exactly going to do his ego a lot of 
good. 

But whatever, she hadn't thought it through. Henceforth, things would be
different. Pulling it back, Maggie pictured her hair short. Surprising 
how such a move emphasised her powerful body. Her biceps rippled as she 
flexed them, and she smiled before the sound of the front door opening 
had her spinning abruptly around. 

“Hi Mags, so you're back,” Bill shouted as she pulled the bathroom door
open. “What happened?” 

“Shortage of staff,” she responded, shrugging. 

“Could have let me know,” Bill responded, sounding somewhat peeved. “I
was starting to worry.” 

“So worried you went down the pub, I'll bet.” Maggie swept down the
stairs towards him. 

Bill turned his lean, lanky frame to face her. Raised a hand through his
dark, tousled hair. “Matter of fact, I did, but only for a pint. I 
tried calling you, but your phone was switched off.” 

“Conserving the batteries,” Maggie said deadpan. 

Bill caught her arm and Maggie glared. “Hey, what is it. You OK?” 

Maggie stiffened. “Fine. Long day is all.” “Only something's bothering
you,” Bill persisted. 

Maggie's eyes flashed anger as she whipped out of his hold. “Don't push
it, Bill. I've said I'm OK.” 

“Fine. If that's the way you want it.” The corner of Bill's lip curled
down. “I don't know what's got into you lately,” he muttered. 

“Perhaps you'd better go back to boxing. Get some of that venom out of
your system.” Turning on his heels, he stormed out of the door. Maggie 
abruptly hurling it shut behind him. 

Fine, go back to the pub. 

He was lucky she didn't unleash some of that venom on him. Bottom line,
though, she needed to control her temper, but his boxing remarks stung. 


She'd been outstanding as a young boxer. Been in the regional finals,
set up for the nationals. Protected her head, let her powerful abdomen 
soak up the blows as her opponent tired, and then bingo, one punch was 
all she needed. 

Except when it came to the final, where her opponent turned out to be a
technically superior fighter. Three rounds hadn't proved to be enough 
for her to land the blow, to make her strength tell. So she'd been 
defeated on points, and that had rankled Maggie big time, so much so 
that she'd quit. 

Maggie didn't feel sleepy. There was too much revolving around her mind
for that, but she needed to appear to be asleep when Bill came in. She 
wasn't in the mood for his questioning, and she certainly wasn't 
settling for any bedroom athletics. 

Lying in bed, turning her face towards the wall, Maggie's thoughts
returned to the way her anger surged up with the treatment that yob had 
dished out to the old man. 

Well, he'd paid for it. But did it warrant the treatment her temper and
muscles had dealt him? 

No, probably not. But that thought spun her mind back further to her
high school days. 

*** Three girls, girls from her year, huddled together laughing. She'd
spotted them around the flats where she lived, knocking on doors and 
running away. Fine, kids' game; harmless enough. Until it affected 
older people. They didn't need that going on in their lives. In short, 
it terrified them. So she had to do something about it. A few words in 
their ears might have done the job, would have done if they hadn't 
lipped her. 

They'd thought there was safety in numbers – but they soon found out
otherwise. That afternoon, immediately after school to be precise – 
she'd known they'd be going the same way, knew roughly where they 
lived. 

One of the girls had spotted her behind them, had swung around scowling.
“You following us, you bitch? ‘Cos if you are, you're in for a 
battering.” 

The stupid kid had shoved her face directly into Maggie's, and Maggie's
forehead came down with the intensity of a hammer – blood flowed 
profusely from the kid's nose, but Maggie wasn't finished. Grabbing the 
stricken girl's arm, Maggie hurled her forward with such force her two 
friends were grounded, and Maggie glowered over the resulting tangle of 
arms and legs. 

Of course, there had been hell to pay when the parents, school, etc.
found out. Police involvement too, but it never resulted in charges. 
Thereafter she'd grown stronger, and although naturally powerful, she'd 
worked on it. There was nobody in the entire area, be it boy or girl, 
who would dare to take her on.  


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