hit her across the face. âYou stupid, big, lumbering giant!â
She flinched. I enjoyed that.
âFreak, freak!â she screamed. âWas a stupid lumbering giant all you could find then? Would nobody else look at you?â
I pinned her arms down and started slapping her face. âYou,â I said, breathless, âare nothing but a freak yourself.â Slap. âAnd youâre thick as well. Just look at you!â Slap. âSix and a half foot tall, and you think if you hunch over a bit people will think youâre little and delicate! Youâre big!â Slap. âBIG!â Slap. âNow, personally, I like big women, but as you just very helpfully pointed out, theyâre not everybodyâs cup of tea.â
She threw me off and knocked my head against the wall. âPervert! Freak!â
Something splintered somewhere. It might have been a piece of furniture, or her, or me. We didnât let it stop us.
âLet â me â go!â I gasped. Her arm was across my throat. I couldnât breathe. She was winning. I couldnât allow that. She wasnât the worldâs strongest woman. God was on my side, not hers. âLet me go!â
She flew half-way across the room. Crashed into a couple of chairs. Slowly got up. Her mouth was bleeding, redder than lipstick.
She licked her lips, touched a finger to them. Grinned.
âNot bad, soldier,â she said, taking a couple of unsteady steps in my direction. âCome and get me then.â
âYouâre mine,â I said, drawing a big red H on her like a cattle brand. It was only lipstick, but it looked real enough. â Mine . Remember that.â
She was trying on a new top in front of the mirror. She was going to go out with her mates. Without me.
âTheyâll come round eventually,â she said over her shoulder, adjusting a strap. âJust give them time. Theyâll have to get used to it. I bloody have to get used to it myself!â She smiled at me.
âThat looks really good on you,â I said.
âYou think so?â Her smile got warmer.
âMmm. Brings out your figure. Makes you look really slim. And tall.â
She tried not to flinch, but she did. She hated that word.
I liked putting the knife in like that.
âYou bitch,â she said, her voice flat.
âHave a nice evening with those morons you call your friends,â I said. âMaybe youâll pick up some really nice blokes. Oops. Sorry. Maybe theyâll pick up some really nice blokes.â
She looked at me in the mirror. âMaybe Iâll pick up a nice bloke too. Thought of that?â
I hadnât.
âSure,â I said. âBe really nice for him to dance with his face in your cleavage. Such as it is. Be careful he doesnât stub his nose against your breastbone.â
She pretended not to hear, sprayed on some scent and was gone.
When she got back, Iâd rearranged the bedroom.
What was left of the bed was burning in the living-room fireplace. What was left of the mirror was going to give somebody a lot of bad luck for some time to come. Her bad luck started when she walked into one of the splinters.
I was waiting for her behind the door. It was three in the morning.
âHad a nice evening?â I asked.
She whirled round. She had her new top on back to front.
I ripped it off her.
She kicked my legs out from under me.
âNot only are you a loser,â she said clearly, âbut a bad one. Youâre leaving. I want you out of here by tomorrow.â And she turned round to leave.
Bad move. Stupid move. Did she think I was just going to accept this? I grabbed hold of one of her legs and brought her crashing down next to me. I rolled over and pinned her to the floor with my weight.
âDid you get laid then?â I asked. âDid you get fucked by a real man?â
She stared back. âThey find me attractive, you know. I may be a freak,
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