Excessive Speeding (Part 4)

She sauntered slowly around to the front of the car. Suddenly, pulling the nightstick from her belt, she whipped around and smashed one of the headlights. A cruel grin crept over her face. "What the hell are you doing?" Richard screamed. She ignored him and destroyed the other headlight in the same manner. She laughed haughtily at her handiwork. Richard's jaw dropped, in complete disbelief at what was happening. He opened the door, climbed out and shouted once again. "Stop! What's wrong with you?" By this time she had circled the car and stopped him in his tracks. Standing face to face with this goddess, he only now began to appreciate her intoxicating presence. She took one hard, last drag from her cigarette and flicked the butt in his face, narrowly missing an eye. For Richard this was the last straw. He clenched his right hand in a fist and struck out at her screaming, "You fucking bitch!" Deftly she dodged his punch and turned it to her advantage, pulling his arm past her and turning him around all in the same motion. Now she had him with one arm behind his back. "Give me your other arm, tough guy", she hissed, "or God knows I'll snap this one like it was a twig!" Given the maneuver she had just pulled off, he thought better of trying to retaliate again, relented, and surrendered his other arm. Quickly she unleashed the handcuffs from her belt and restrained both arms behind his back. She grabbed him with one hand and casually threw him down to the ground. Unable to brace his fall, Richard landed face first in some shards of a broken beer bottle. With his face cut and bleeding he turned on his back and looked up at her. She straddled him triumphantly and lit another long white cigarette. For what seemed like minutes she towered over him with her hands placed defiantly on her sumptuous hips and the cigarette hanging suggestively from her full lips. She puffed deeply on the cigarette, letting it bob gently up and down and occasionally expelling a thin stream of smoke from one corner of her sneering lips. When the ash was about an inch long she leaned over and tapped it over his face. Then she finished smoking the cigarette, tossed the butt nonchalantly on his chest, lifted her boot and ground it out with her heel. Throughout the whole ordeal, Richard remained motionless, almost mesmerized by her demeanor.