Sex with a Ghost 1&2

Roaring "Son of a bitch!" the bully grabbed his neck in a hammerlock and jerked him around and down, forcing him to his knees as he sent blows into his face. The dancer in an effort to escape grabbed the man's ankles and jerked them from under him. The bully fell down as the young man rolled over backwards on top of him. Then with a speed that amazed and thrilled the audience, he got to his feet on the man's belly, jumped in the air and landed with both feet full force on his enormous gut. The bully roared like a bull as did the viewers, even Judith watching from afar.

The dancer stepped off and picked up his handkerchief, with which he wiped his nose once more. His left eye black and nose bled badly, dripping onto the polished tiles. Done cleaning his nose, he screamed at the bully.

"Get up bitch! Get up! We are just getting started!"

The young man was alive, in his element. He seemed conscious of all the eyes on him, conscious the audience was cheering him. He could feel every muscle in his body tense, his mind clear. Despite his black eye and a bloody nose, he still looked good. He is David confronting Goliath and you only stop fighting once his head is off.

"Get up! Get the fuck up!" he screamed as the audience cheered him further. Allowing it to get into his head, he backed the bully, raised his both hands up, screaming furiously.

The bully slowly got back on his feet and charged angrily toward him and threw his big fists smashing out at his elusive prey. It was anticipated by the dancer who easily ducked the fist, darted in and under then launched his right fist into the man's mouth while his left basted his stomach. Then, like lightning, he was out again, dancing like a boxer, while the bully wailed and stumbled, putting one hand to his bloody mouth.

"You are so dead!" roared the bully, charging once more towards the smaller man. The dancer went in again, his fist aiming at the vulnerable mouth, finding its bloody target. The bully swung wildly, this time his left fist delivered a hard cuff to the dancer's right ear.

Out again, dancing, his ear stings, and ringing, his nose bleeding, sweat flying out from his face despite the air conditioner. His mind elated, the wine of action making him drunk. He waited for the opening and then went in for the knockout blow. His fist smashed into the bully's nose and he felt crunching cartilage.

Goliath staggered back, moaning, and his hands to his face. He bumped into the audience, and legs gave out. He slumped down on his rear, leaving him in a ridiculous sitting position, staring at the dancer with pain evident on his face. The audience burst into cheers, they loved it. He loved it too, he felt alive and since the death of his younger brother, he felt something and it gave him pure pleasure and satisfaction.

Moments after, about four huge bouncers stepped in and carried both of them, throwing them out of the club. The management allowed the fight to linger, it was entertaining and they were not destroying the clubs property. They needed some form of action that wasn't dancing.

The fight had long ended but Judith caught herself still grinning. Something she hasn't done for over a week now. It was as if a black mist had settled upon her and refused to shift, and no matter how bright the day was she could feel no sun and hear no bird. For her, the world was lost and she knew of nothing that would bring it back into focus till this action of the dancer.

Her head spins and the only explanation she could sum up for the pain is how falling in love was the cause. How trusting someone with everything including her body and heart was the reason. All that does is bring even more pain.

How could she be that foolish? Believing in true love? Thinking that she meant the world to someone? Conceived that with love everything is possible? Trusting that they could live happily together and even grow old? That Hollywood bullshit; now she knows better, it can only happen in the movies.

A headache started in the back of her skull, pounding, warning her she wouldn't like what she found. She fought her thoughts backwards, pushing through to remember the cause of this emotional pain and strange hollowness. Soon the music faded into the background as she was lost in thought.