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 Deanna by: Dr.  Paco Jones
   copyright 2012
   Chapter 19 - Take Him Down - Still a Nightmare
   The house began to come to life about noon, and as each "pair" wandered
into the kitchen the conversations picked up where they left off earlier in
the day.
   Tara was on the phone talking to her daughter.  It sounded as though
things were a bit mellower, but you could sense the strain in Tara.  Marie
made eye contact with Tom and smiled nodding her head.
   Lisa walked up behind Marie, put her arms around her lover, gave her a
kiss on the neck to which Marie bent her head aside giving Lisa more
access, and hummed with a smile.
   Drawing on some of the training that he'd gone through, Tom was trying
to come up with a way to lure Tara's abuser into a "trap" so that he could
be jailed.  Then it would be a matter of convincing Tara to participate. 
The whole object would be to draw him out into the open so that he could be
neutralized.
   He had an idea, but it would take her cooperation, although if he could
get someone to dress in her clothes and play the roll it could possibly
work just as well.  He'd have to make a couple phone calls, but he thought
he'd run it by the "family" first.
   Softly he began by addressing Tara, "Tara honey," he said getting
everyone's attention.  "I have an idea how to bring this whole waiting game
to an end, but it will take your participation or I'll have to find a
'look-alike' to play the part."
   "What are you talking about," asked Marie?
   "Well the guy has to be neutralized so he can be arrested, at which
point the law can take its course.  I'd like to draw him out so I can have
the opportunity to let him know that what he's done is, shall we say,
unacceptable in a civilized society," he said with a growing grin.
   "So what you're saying is you want to go looking for trouble?" commented
Lisa.
   "In a way, yes.  It wouldn't be without the knowledge of law enforcement
and I know they don't like 'civilians' doing some of their work for them,
but I would hope I could convince them otherwise in this case," he said
seriously.  "Once I take the bastard down I don't want to have to wait all
that long to have him taken into custody.  I don't trust myself not to kill
the son of a bitch."
   Tara looked at Tom skeptically and asked, "Do you really think you can
take him down?  He's six foot six and weighs at least two hundred and
eighty pounds.  He's also very strong."
   "I have no doubt I can take him down Tara.  Something we were taught is
that the bigger they are the easier they are to bring down because 'power
comes off the floor'.  That means I have the leverage advantage by being
slightly shorter."
   Then looking at them all said with a grin, "I don't believe in fair
fights guys.  You fight to win so you do anything and everything to affect
that final outcome.  I'm going to give the sheriff a call and see if
there's any status then I'll talk to the 'chief'."
   So Tom went off to make the phone calls he needed to do and left the
women to chat in the kitchen.
   Tara looked at Lisa and Marie, "Is he as crazy as he sounds?"
   Marie chuckled and shook her head.  "Sweetie, he's not crazy at all.  He
knows his capabilities and how to use them to his advantage.  You have to
remember Tara; Tom was a highly trained 'commando' in his service times. 
I'm sure the idea he's got is simple, effective and has a 99.99% chance of
success.  I've never known Tom to go off half-cocked.  Ever!"
   "It just scares me that he might get hurt because of that monster."
   "Tara, I would be more worried about the monster.  If Tom gets to him
before the police, he'll wish he'd given himself up to the police." Then
with a chuckle, "I'd bet the monster would fall down a few flights of
stairs at minimum."
   "I don't know," Tara was visibly nervous.
   "Let's just see what he's come up with and what the police say about
it," Marie said.  "Tom can be very persuasive."
   He returned to the room about 30 minutes later with a smile on his face
so apparently, whatever it was, worked out.
   "The plan is ready," Tom said in a matter of fact tone.  "The police
weren't too keen on it until I explained my background and the fact I don't
want anyone to get involved that doesn't need to, and I don't want anyone
getting hurt except the perpetrator."
   "So when are you going to do this thing and what is it you're going to
do?" asked Marie cautiously.
   "Well," looking at Tara, "That depends.  Tara, how would you feel about
being the 'bait'?"
   "Bait?" a startled Tara asked.
   "Briefly what I want to do is take you to your house and wait.  I figure
he's going to be watching the place because he knows you'll come back
sooner or later, and he'll see you with another man which will hopefully
set him off even more than he already is."
   "Then what?" asked Lisa.
   "If he takes the bait he'll probably storm into the house full of piss
and vinegar, raging about how he's going to do something to everyone."
   Then seriously but with a wry chuckle, "You have to understand the
psychology.  When someone is that 'angry' the rational mind takes a back
seat, if it remains at all, someone that's irrational at that level is
fairly easy to neutralize.  There will be unmarked police vehicles and
persons right there, and I'm going to stop off and pick up a 'panic button'
which when pushed will bring all of them into the house immediately."
   Then looking at Tara again, "Tara, I know that it sounds like a scary
idea to you knowing that he'll be that close, however once we enter the
house you will hide in a spot you feel would be the last place he'd even
try to look.  I'm the only one that's going to be there to face him once he
decides to be stupid.  I want you to think about it, because I don't want
you doing it if you think you're going to panic or somehow show something
other than you're bringing another man home to have some fun."
   She looked at him nervously but said, "I'll do it.  I want him put away
and if I can help catch him..."
   "You're sure?" Tom said looking at her seriously.
   She nodded her head then asked for a piece of paper and a pen or pencil.
Marie went to a drawer in the kitchen and pulled out a pad of paper and a
pen, handing both to Tara, while Tom made a quick phone call.
   Tara began to write on the paper, and as she did so started crying
openly.  Everyone let her get it out; they knew pretty much what she was
doing.
   When she was done, she looked up and noticed concern on everyone's face.
She smiled at them and said hesitantly, "If anything happens to me in this
mess, please give this to Dee.  The name of the people, their address and
their phone number is at the top so you'll know how to reach them."
   "I know it may be unnecessary, but in these kinds of things one can't be
sure of the outcome until it's done." Then starting to cry again, "I want
Dee to know how much I love her and hope that she'll always remember me as
a good mother."
   Now everyone in the room was shedding tears, including Tom.  "I don't
think that will be needed Tara, but these ladies will take care of things
if it is."
   Looking at Tara, Tom asked, "Do you know if he's armed in any way
sweetie?"
   Tara shook her head, "Unless he's picked up something in the last few
days, no.  He doesn't own any guns.  He may have a knife of some kind, but
no gun."
   "Ok.  That makes me feel a little better, though if he has a gun, he'll
have a bullet between his eyes before he can get it out of his pocket,"
patting the 9mm Glock semi-automatic pistol he had holstered in a way it
wasn't noticeable.
   They all got wide eyes and Tom heard loud gasps from around the room as
he looked into shocked faces.  Then looking around the room again, he
stopped at Tara, "You ready to rock and roll sweetie?  No time like the
present to give the shithead some of what he deserves."
   Tara looked at him, and nodded picking up her purse and looking right at
Tom, "Let's do it."
   Everyone in the house hugged her tightly and whispered something into
her ear that was personal, and then kissed her.  They did the same with
Tom.
   "I'd expect both of us to be back here before dark, but if not don't
panic.  It'll only mean he hasn't shown up yet.  It'll probably take less
than a minute to take him down, so once it's done, he's in custody, and the
cops are done with us, we'll be here." Then looking around the room at
frightened faces, "Do you want me to pick up a couple pizzas on the way
back?  Should I call first?"
   Tom didn't pound his chest as many might expect from someone with his
background, but one thing everyone noticed was a quiet confidence that
everything was going to be just fine.  This was only an exercise in
bringing someone in for justice, nothing more, nothing less.
   Hand in hand Tom and Tara left to see about taking down an abuser.
   On the way Tom gave her a brief rundown on what the plan was in more
detail than he gave everyone else.  They didn't have a need to know, so he
just gave them enough to chew on.  But Tara was getting the fine details.
   "Ok sweetie, here's the deal.  We're going to slowly walk up the street
very conspicuously.  You're going to hang all over me, like you're ready to
get royally fucked, so lay it on heavy.  He has to believe that you're
already fucking another guy."
   Tara nodded her head with a smile.  She thought to herself, "That may
not be a bad option.  I could use a tender love session with a caring man,
god knows I haven't had one of those in a lot of years."
   "So you know, I am armed just in case," he reiterated reminding her he
was carrying a gun.  "Don't worry though, I said if he tried to pull a gun,
he'd have a bullet between his eyes before he can get it out of his pocket.
I meant that, and between you and me, I'm also capable of carrying it out."
   She gave him a shocked look, "The police know you have a gun?"
   "Yes, but they also know that I know how to use it, and do it safely so
that nobody else gets hurt."
   "Tom, I don't want to hide.  I want him to see me and know that I am the
one.  What scares me more than anything, really, is after everything is
said and done, if he gets out of prison, he'll want to take his revenge and
I'm scared to death for my daughter.  Me?  I'm not worried about, but Dee
is totally innocent in this whole thing and does not deserve what she's
already seen, heard and had done to her."
   "Has he molested her?" Tom asked quickly.
   "No.  I don't believe so, but he has beaten her badly a couple times. 
It was really this last time, when she was trying to save me, that he
started going off on her and I said it was enough and called 911.  That set
him off even more, but somehow he knew the police were on their way.  After
beating me, calling me all kinds of names, smashing things up, he ran out
the back door."
   "Well knowing he beat a child like that takes him down one more notch in
my book.  He's going to wish the police got him first."
   "I'm so scared Tom.  He's such a big and powerful man, I truly fear for
your safety."
   Tom looked at her with a wry smile and told her, "Don't you worry about
me sweetie.  I've taken out worse than he could even dream up.  Quite
honestly, this isn't even much of a challenge."
   "God, I hope you're right.  I still don't sense any nervousness or fear
in you and that's kind of scary too."
   "Tara, I was trained very well for just this kind of situation.  I could
do what I'm going to do in my sleep.  You just have to trust me."
   "I trust you Tom, but I still worry."
   He parked his Jeep a few blocks away so that it would look like they
were both on foot when they arrived.  Tara noticed a marked change in Tom's
demeanor immediately when they got out of the Jeep.  He was hyper sensitive
to anything and everything around them.  His eyes never stopped moving, and
you could tell that he was making a mental picture of everything for future
reference.
   Tom left nothing to chance.  It had kept him alive on many occasions in
the past.
   They walked hand in hand through the neighborhood while he surveyed the
entire area.  She was looking around also, wondering when he was going to
strike.  She knew he would, it was a matter of time.
   As they approached the house Tom was catlike in his observations.  He
whispered to her, "Nine cops in plain clothes, and four unmarked cars. 
They're giving me exactly the support I asked for."
   "What do you mean?  I didn't see anything and I was watching too," she
looked up at him mysteriously.
   They stopped a few houses away from their ultimate destination so that
Tom could embrace Tara lovingly and kiss her.  She returned the kiss very
willingly, thinking to herself, "I'd sure like more of this."
   When he broke the kiss, he looked in her eyes, "Don't look away from my
eyes.  The gardeners across the street from your place, the pool
maintenance truck two houses down, all cops.  If you notice there are two
cars very close that have a man and a woman in them talking but watching,
cops.  There are more, but just notice what I said when we begin to walk
again."
   He leaned down and gave her a long and obviously a full on sexy kiss. 
Hopefully the scumbag was watching from somewhere and this would really
fire him up.
   When they broke the kiss and began to slowly walk up the street to the
target house Tara noticed all the things that Tom had pointed out.  She
knew she saw all of it, but didn't even consider they were anything but
what they appeared to be.  She supposed that was the whole idea.
   When they got to the front of the house, he said to her, "Take a deep
breath and let it out slowly.  The police have already swept the house so
there's no way he's already inside.  Ok?" She nodded.  "Let's assume he'll
come busting in the front door, but be ready for any kind of entrance." She
again nodded, looking right into his eyes.
   She was a good actress.  Before they walked up the path to the front
door, she gave him another long, wet kiss, but it was what she did after
they broke the kiss that made him almost laugh.  Looking directly into his
eyes when she pulled her face back, she reached down with one hand and
rubbed his cock while she leaned up and kissed his neck and pretended to
say something into his ear.
   He whispered with a grin, "Laying it on a bit thick are we?"
   She nodded her head with a nervous smile and leaned up to kiss his lips
one more time, before they both turned to walk up the path and in the front
door.
   Now it was a waiting game.  Would he take the bait?
   They didn't have long to wait.
   I did take 20 minutes, the time it probably would have taken to get
undressed and be in the middle of a good quick screw, but they were both
sitting on the couch in the living room just chatting, when the front door
left its hinges and slammed into the wall then the floor in the hallway.
   "Where are you, you two timing cunt," he hollered.  "I'm going to cut
your heart out and cut your boyfriends balls off."
   Tom was already in action.  He made sure the Glock was ready, just in
case, and yelled back, "We're in here you useless piece of shit.  You're
not man enough to cut my balls off, you pussy."
   He came storming into the living room and stopped to look at his
adversary, and started to laugh.  She was right he was a big motherfucker.
   Tom moved forward towards the big man causing him to open his eyes in
surprise probably believing the "little guy" was going to cower and run
away.  All Tom was doing is putting more room between Tara and her
soon-to-be-ex-husband.
   "I hear you think you're a tough guy," Tom said mockingly.  "Come on
teeny dick, bring it to me."
   He started to come at Tom and was swinging, "Why you little bastard, I'm
going to..."
   As the big man was coming towards him swinging his fist, Tom just
sidestepped and his attacker went to the floor.  Tara had retreated to a
far doorway so she could see what was happening, but her husband could no
longer see her.
   "You're going to what?  Is that all you got little fella?" Tom mocked
him again.  "And you have the nerve to call her a cunt?"
   The big man picked himself up off of the floor, turned to attack Tom
once again.  This time he walked instead of running, but his hands were
fists and he was ready to strike.
   He lunged forward throwing one fist towards Tom's face.  Tom took the
arm as it passed by, and snapped it over his knee neatly breaking both the
radius and the Ulna.  As the big guy was going down again, Tom back punched
him with an elbow, which broke the humerus, so now our "villain" had one
arm with all three bones broken, and a very disjointed elbow.
   He screamed in pain when Tom put his foot at the base of his skull.  It
was only restraint born from years of training and clandestine missions
that he didn't just push down and snap his neck, killing him instantly. 
Instead he took the foot and lightly kicked at the arm that was now broken
and said, "Oh, come on now ya big wimp, I've heard so many stories about
how tough you are.  Shit.  You pussy, I haven't even worked up a sweat."
   The big man struggled to his feet with an arm dangling.  He was
obviously in pain, but his ego was being trashed so he needed to do
something and then get that useless cunt he was married to.  He was going
to enjoy giving her a little torture before he slowly choked her to death.
   He turned to face in Tom's direction just in time to see Tom's arm come
at him absolutely straight.  When it made contact it not only knocked all
the wind out of his sails, literally, but also crushed his breastbone
snapping all the ribs connected to it.
   He went down in a heap, gasping for the breath his lungs were trying so
hard to inhale.  What little air he could drag into his lungs caused an
excruciating pain in his chest.
   Tom just looked down at him and said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk.  Here I thought
there might be a challenge.  You're just like all the other tough guy
wannabe's, just another useless bully, who can't hack it when push comes to
shove.  Gee dickless, I'm not a small woman or a helpless child.  Get up
and fight back you chicken shit.  Come on cunt, I'm waiting."
   Tom spent a minute staring at his adversary.  You disgust me," Tom spat.
"You two bit little boy!"
   With that he pulled out the Glock, made sure his adversary noticed he
had cocked it.  Round in chamber, he put it right against the big man's
forehead between his eyes and just smiled at him.  His other hand reached
into his pocket and pulled out something that looked like a tiny remote
control and pushed the button.
   Within 30 seconds there were four fairly large law enforcement officers
blasting through the broken front door, guns drawn and made their way to
the room that had seen all the action.
   When they got there they saw Tom with his Glock pressed between the big
man's eyes, which were twice their normal size.  They also noted the odd
shape is right arm was posed in as well as the gasping from the man on the
floor.
   "Oh thank god," he painfully gasped.  "Help me, this asshole is trying
to kill me."
   Tom gave out a quick laugh, and looked down and into the eyes of his
former adversary and said, "Puuleezze...  Give me a break.  If I had been
trying to kill you, trust me asshole, you'd be dead." Then looking up at
the officers, said, "He's all yours.  We'll be in the kitchen so you can
take our statements."
   Then as he was walking towards the kitchen had an afterthought, turned
and said to the officers, "Oh, You will need to call an ambulance.  His
right arm has three broken bones, and his breastbone has been detached from
all the ribs it usually supports.  If it were me I'd just put him in a cell
the way he is, but I know you can't do that because he has more rights that
his victims."
   He was chuckling as he walked away to find Tara in the kitchen.
   She looked at him in awe as he walked through the door.  It was a look
that was asking if she really knew anything about this man.  She really
didn't, but she had seen that he was nobody to be messed with.  When she
looked again into his eyes, they were soft, loving and deep showing no
indication that, moments before, he had been in a life-threatening
situation.
   He smiled and said to her calmly, "It's over honey.  You won't have to
worry about him for quite some time, if ever."
   She looked at him and nodded then choked out, "You could have killed him
Tommy."
   Tom looked at her and the eyes became serious, "Yeah, I could have.  He
really wasn't much of a challenge." Then with a laugh said, "I thought you
said he was a tough guy."
   "Why didn't you?" Tara asked shocked at his calm.  "It would have saved
everyone a lot of time and money."
   Tom smiled at her and with those serious eyes said, "Too quick Tara.  It
would have been totally over for him right then.  He deserves to suffer. 
He'll never breathe without pain again because when his breastbone heals it
won't be back in the same condition, so the ribs will cause him pain for
the rest of his days.  Every breath he takes will remind him of why he is
where he is.  His arm is going to require some serious surgery to put back
together though the breaks should be pretty clean."
   She looked at him with huge shocked eyes.  He was saying all of this, so
clinically, as such a matter of fact, like it was something that was just a
routine, run of the mill thing done every day.
   Then he smiled brightly, "You said he was homophobic which is why you
went to a gay bar."
   She nodded, "I think it is one of his biggest fears.  He's afraid he's
going to catch gay." She gave him a sheepish smile.
   "Goooood," he said with enthusiasm.  "He's going to prison Tara, for a
long, long time.  He might think he's a tough guy, but he's never met Bubba
and the boys.  It won't be long before he's some Bubba's bitch and
constantly grabbing his ankles while Bubba and the boy's butt fuck him to
no end.  Trust me, he'll get his asshole stretched all the time."
   Tara began to giggle, which turned into a heavy chuckle.  It had turned
into a full-scale hysterical laugh by the time the law enforcement people
came into the kitchen for statements.
   "You messed him up pretty bad," noted the sergeant.
   "I guess so.  He deserves a lot worse."
   "That's for a jury to decide," he tried to get self-righteous on Tom.
   He looked the sergeant in the eye and said very coldly, "I was defending
myself and this young lady.  Her life was in danger; he stated openly and
clearly that he was going to kill her, her daughter, and me.  I want him to
suffer, I know when he gets to prison, and he will go to prison sergeant,
that he will be used and abused in less than a week.  New meat as they
say."
   The sergeant's eyes showed shock as he took out his pad to take their
statements.
   Then the Lieutenant who was in charge of the operation came in and sat
down.  "Good job Tom.  This bastard will go away for a long time," he said
with a chuckle drawing a very surprised look from the sergeant taking the
statements.  Then he added, "I wonder how long he'll last before he gets
butt fucked?  Child abusers don't last long."
   It took about forty-five minutes to get both Tara's and Tom's statements
for the reports.  By the time the police left the house, there was a little
bit of a crowd hanging around the front including some local reporters.
   Tom just looked out the front door and shook his head.  He took Tara by
the hand and started back to the kitchen.
   "Phone?" he asked.
   She pointed to the wall where a cordless was hanging.  Tom picked it off
the wall and punched on the keyboard, then put it up to his ear and waited.
   "Hi beautiful.  I just called to get the pizza order."
   Tara's jaw about broke it fell so hard and fast.  After all of this
shit, he still remembered he'd promised to bring home some pizza.  Not only
that, but she noted he was so calm it was as though nothing had happened at
all.
   He smiled at Tara while he wrote down the order on the notepad next to
the phone.
   "Thanks sweetie, we'll be there in, well as long as it takes to get the
pizzas...  What?" Then he looked at Tara, "Yeah, It's over.  No, she's
fine." Then with a big chuckle, "He's not.  We'll see you in a while."
   He hung up the phone and mentioned she should probably grab clothes and
toiletries she'd want for the next few months.  Dee's stuff too.  "You
don't need to bring everything yet sweetie, you'll be able to come back
here any time you want now."
   After a short trip through the house to collect things they made their
way out the back door.  They quickly climbed over the fence, through the
neighbors gate and out to the street.  They only had a couple blocks to
walk to get back to the Jeep.
   They stopped off to pick up the four pizzas that everyone ordered, and
then he and Tara headed home.
   
  
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