11 - Back Home - But not to Normal

Lisa Griffiths had been back in her own country for six months when she heard that Samantha would be arriving in three days' time. She had kept her promise to buy a country cottage and one was ready for them to move into.

Lisa had been living mostly with her parents up till then, with only the occasional visit to her new home. Truth to tell, she had little or no idea what to do with herself. George was away on some academic exchange and not expected back until the Trinity term and her parents were smothering her with every kindness. Nothing was too good for their daughter now that she was back from her long false imprisonment to say nothing of all the extra horrors that she had suffered.  But she had meant what she said when she wrote from the depths of the earth, half way through that dreadful two years. She wanted to be her own woman and not Daddy's little girl!  But alas, Daddy was not anxious to be reminded of his promise. It would not be until Sammy came and the two set up house together that her new life could begin.

Early in her first days back home, her mother had come into the bathroom and found her naked in front of the mirror. Her back still bore the marks of her most recent beating, administered by the guard who had later caused her to be pegged out. This lady had not caned her, having failed to find any fault, although Rosanne would have. (It was when a snarling  Lisa was found  guarding Samantha from the attentions of two other inmates who had designs on her body, having given one of them a bloody nose and the other a black eye, that the excuse had been found to punish her again just a day after her flogging. She hoped Sammy was alright now that her protector had gone, but the girl had survived three years without her before she arrived so she would most likely get through the remaining months) Her mother paled when she saw her daughter's back and she failed to understand her casual attitude when asked what had caused it.

"Oh, that! Is it still showing? It's usually faded by now. Golly! In ten days I was due for another flogging! I got them once a month regularly on the first day of the month. After a while I hardly noticed the strap landing on me! But it's over now, thank goodness. It was getting to be a bore! Time to move on and find bigger and better ways of getting hurt!"

"What can you mean?"

"I mean that I'm too used to getting knocked around (and knocking others around in return) to want to give it up just yet! I'm going to be a lady prizefighter! And when she comes to join me Sammy will be my trainer just like in prison. I do hope she gets here soon!"

Her mother thought she was joking - until Lisa went off for a few days and returned sporting a black eye and a cut lip.

"Did you get mugged, darling?" asked her mother.

"I'd like to see anyone try to mug ME! No, I was in a fight and I won. Here's the prize money! Three hundred pounds! The first money I've truly earned!"

When her parents had recovered from the shock, her father asked how she had got such a job.

"I saw an advert for female fighting tapes in a magazine at the dentist's. I wrote to the address asking if they had any opportunities for new fighters and they said I should come along. I worked out with a couple of girls and they took me on. I had my first fight in a run down former drill hall in front of about a hundred people - nearly all men! And I won easily. I knocked her out cold, Dad! They taped it and they think it will sell pretty well. I'm very good looking and brutal with it!  I take no prisoners, as the saying goes! So they want me to do lots more work for them. I bet you hate the idea don't you"

 And she laughed prettily. Her father was stunned!

"How do you know how to fight that well?" he finally asked.

"In prison you either learn to protect yourself or you go under. And I had to fight. I was ordered to!  But I learned to love it. It's such a buzz getting into a ring and knowing one false move could get you knocked out. And the feeling when you win is increduble - after a while it's like a drug and you just have to have more. No wonder George loved it at school!" As a matter. of fact, George had NOT loved it at school, but Lisa had yet to learn this.

Relations were very strained for a time and Samantha's arrival was not  a moment too soon. She met her at the airport and the entire arrivals area was treated to the sight of two very attractive girls, one dark skinned and with long black hair and one fair skinned and with her head shaved, kissing passionately for a very long time.

"Have you had it shaved all the time since you left, darling!" asked Samantha as Lisa drove the two of them to stay for a day or two with Lisa's parents.

"No. I let it grow a few inches and kept it short, but when I got up this morning to drive down here, I took it all off! I think it's me somehow! What do you say? I've had some fights since I left. I'm doing quite well, but I need a gimmick, Sammy! And a topless skinhead in a skimpy thong with great tits and a fantastic arse should go down pretty well. At leasy I hope so! I haven't sprung it on them yet!"

"I don't know, Lisa. I think you should think about it!  I was glad to see you just like I've pretty well always known you, but being like that was a punishment, darling and your time for being punished is over for ever!"

No more was said for some time amd Samantha was afraid she might have offended Lisa. But Lisa put her mind at rest when she did speak.

"You are so right, my love! How lucky I am to have you around to keep me sane! Do you know? I thought that it was me who would be nursing you back to mental health, but I guess it may be the other way around, because I am seriously screwed up, Sammy. Uttterly fucked up mentallly."

"You went through a hell of a time, Lisa! It's delayed shock. I bet you've got your parents worried sick! You mustn't hurt them by acting as you are! Stop this fighting and be a normal girl again, even if it's just to please them!"

Lisa's parents were delighted with Samantha, whom Mr Griffiths had  already met briefly, and who spoke English with a strange mixture of British, Australian and American accents. They made the most tremendous fuss of her and persuaded Lisa to put off her departure for the cottage for several days before the pair finally made good their escape.

"From what Lisa said of you I was expecting an altogether less feminine person!" said Mr Griffiths one day as Samantha and he were walking the family dog.

"I suppose she told you about me being her trainer! Well, I am not an aggressive person myself, but I do admire Lisa for being so strong and ready to stand up for herself - and for me on more than one occasion. It got her into trouble, of course, and I spent two years pining for her. But when she came out she got involved in another fight almost right away, but this time she asked for permission and they let her. We all got to come and watch, including Mr Potts who was lappping it up! And Lisa did so well that they made her stand up and fight any girl who challenged her. Loads of women did put their names down so that she never did get around to fighting them all. She must have had fifteen contests altogether and won them all by  knockouts. Not just hitting them so they were too dizzy to get up in time, but laying them out cold for about ten minues on average. The worst was her first, though. That girl was out for an hour! And it turned out she was the one who committed the crime Lisa did time for. That's what made her so mad that she really destroyed her. Her second, who was also a guard, got sick of seeing what she was doing and ordered her to finish it quickly and not keep dragging it out just to hurt her some more. But you can't blame her!"

"No. I would have felt just the same! I'm glad she got her own back - at least up to a point. Is that woman still in prison?"

"No. She was put in solitary like Lisa was and she got sick and died in there not too long after Lisa left. Sad in a way, because she only had a few days left to do."

"Mr Potts did tell me about running down the real culprit but he never mentioned this. I can't say I'm sorry she's dead. I know it's wrong and all that, but my daughter is a totally different person and that woman is the one who took the old sweet Lisa way from me for ever."

"But you've got the new Lisa, Sir! And she's a wonderful person. You've just no idea how wonderful. Try getting to know her, and you'll find out! I suppose you know we were lovers in prison and will be again when we get to the cottage?"

"I'd guessed and so had her mother. I think she takes it harder than me. It's not what I'd hoped for, though. I think I've looked forward to giving her away to the right man all her life!"

Samantha put her arm in his.

"Maybe you still will, sir!  We're neither of us that old - not twenty two yet. Lisa did say we'd both most likely find nice men in time!"

And they returned to the house arm in arm.

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"You two could get arrested!"

It was May and the first really warm  day after a terrible Winter and soaking wet Spring. Lisa and Samantha were lying out on the lawn outside their home, and were both wearing not a stitch of clothing as they revelled in the hot sun. Samantha jumped up and recognised the visitor. She went red and dashed inside to put something on. Lisa saw who it was too and smiled lazily, turning over on to her back to give the visitor a full frontal view of her browning and naked body. She was glad to see Mr Potts, late of the Diplomatic Service and now looking around for a second career.

"Welcome, Giles! Nice to see you. Take a few things off, like your coat and shirt, and come and sit next to me. Samantha will bring out some nice cool beverage for you, if I know her! She loves to play the hostess! So! What excuse do you have for being so long visiting me? It had better be good!"

"I've been in Uruguay since we last met. And now I am an ex-diplomat. I really don't know what to do, but there's no great rush. Linda, my daughter has left school and instead of doing the modern thing and going for a career she got married the other week!" he took off his jacket as he spoke but left his shirt on. Lisa giggled.

"Take it off, Giles. Unless you want me to do it for you. It's boiling today! Come on! I don't bite!"

He complied and was soon feeling cooler, at least on top, but down below was a different matter! Lisa saw his embarrassment and grinned wickedly.

"I know! Seeing me naked in jail was different. I'll spare any more embarrassment. Stay where you are and I'll get us a couple of cold beers."

 When she came back she had a minute thong to cover her most vital parts so her behind was still very visible! The breasts, still as firm as ever, remained bare.

"There, get that down you! I suppose your wife would kill you if she knew you were cavorting with a naked woman!"
Potts looked sad.
"My wife died ten years ago, Lisa."
"Which makes you?"
"Available. And very much in love with the most delighful person I have ever met. And for goodness sake, take off that bit of buttfloss! I like you the way you were, especially now you have at least a modicum of hair on your head!
"I still keep it shaved a lot of the time, Giles. When I have a fight it all comes comes off and it's shiny skulled Lisa again. It's my trade mark. I think I intimidate my victims with it. Not that I need any psychological boost, mind you. My opponents find me an excellent cure for insomnia!"
Potts might have found this last remark amusing, but he certainly did not show it!
"And what do you propose to do with your life, aside from getting yourself brain damaged. And don't tell me there's a fortune to made fighting nude in front of a lot of sad middle-aged men."
"You need to be hit to get brain damage, Giles. And hit a lot of times. I generally avoid being hit and do all the hitting. Anyway I don't believe what they say! They're always trying to scare us with one health so-called danger or another! And I like it and I'll happily run the risk. So there! And a lot of young men watch and quite a few women."
"And what else are you going to do!"
Lisa turned onto her side and leant over her friend, rubbing her hand over his chest. She bent down and kissed it briefly.
"I have been writing down the seven novels I dreamt up in my two years in solitary. I did them just to keep sane, Giles. But looking at them now that I've got them on paper, I'm not sure I succeeded! They really are weird! I haven't shown them to anyone. But since you're staying with us for a while, you'll have time to go through them and tell me what you think. And you can do some more drawings of me - and Samantha."
"I hadn't intended more than a passing visit, Lisa. And what will Samantha think?"
"She will be OK! And we'd better go and see how she is. I could never leave her, Giles. Not as long as she needed me. Sorry and all that, but that girl comes first in my life - a long way ahead even of you! And your "passing visit" has just been indefinitely prolonged - and don't argue with me or I'll punch you so hard you won't wake up until supper time!"
Giles looked at the firm, hard body lying next to him and knew she would be more than capable of carrying out her threat, although he was sure she wouldn't. But she obviously wanted him to stay and he could think of nowhere he wanted to be apart from as close to Lisa as he could get. He was left alone to enjoy the Spring sunshine while Lisa took the empty glasses inside and went to see how Samantha was.
"I've asked Giles to stay for a few days, Sammy. Don't worry! he's not taking me away from you! I'm going to get him to read my stupid novels. That should keep him out of mischief for quite some time."
The sun went in shortly after and cloud after cloud came drifting slowly across. Samantha and Giles stayed inside and chatted while Lisa went outside to lie some more on the lawn, naked, reading and apparently not bothered by the sudden chill. Every now and again there would be a break in the cloud and she would stretch out to soak up the rays until, after a few seconds, the sun went in again. Then she carried on reading.
"You'd think she got enough sun last year" said Samantha as Lisa continued to stay where she was. "She really suffered once it started getting hotter. Not like me. I've a darker complexion and I go brown in seconds, but she went through agonies. They didn't let her have any sun block so she just had to adjust the hard way. That's her whole life, though - the hard way. At least since I met her. But she's a hard woman now, Giles. Beautiful, but hard. Think you can handle that?"
"I won't need to, Sammy! She won't leave you. So don't think you'll be losing her, because you won't."
"Yes I will. And to you. And I'm happy for you both. We can't live this idyll together for ever, Giles! It's great now, but I'm not ending up as one of a pair of eccentric old maids, and I'm sure Lisa doesn't want it either. This is just a rest cure for us until we've adjusted to freedom."

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Giles had been with Samantha and Lisa for a week and was wondering if he should bring his visit to an end. He and Lisa had left the cottage and climbed the hill behind it. After climbing steadily for half an hour they stopped and sank to the turf, looking at the valley underneath them and the tiny speck of green that was Lisa's little property. Lisa had left home wearing a two piece swimming costume of daring cut and little regard on the  designer's part for madesty, leaving nothing to the onlooker's imagination. Lisa's disdain for shavig any of her body save the head made things even worse as tufts of golden hair peeked out from the minute bikini bottom.  Half way up she had given up trying to stop the top slipping and takenit off, asking Giles to put in his pocket.

"It's still warm, Giles, from the heat of my hot little body! Feel it! I bet it gves you a thrill. Does it make you jealous to think Samantha can put her steamy little mitts all over these luscious tits all night long, and kiss them as much as she likes and you can't touch?"

He had not answered. For one thing he was out of breath, unlike Lisa who ran six miles every day and trained all morning. Now that they had stopped to rest, he answered her earlier question.

"Yes, I admit I do have difficulty coping with having to keep my hands off you. But I live in hope."

Lisa pulled off her remaining clothing, dangled it from her fingers, laughing. She lay back a few feet away and spread her legs wide so as to give Giles a splendid view of her hairy pussy and moist pinknes.

"I think Sammy wouldn't mind if I let you have just a quick one, Giles!"

"A quick one?"

"All right! A nice long one! A marathon. passionate fuck, emptying yourself into me out here inder the leaden skies with the wind blowing over us and helping to cool our bodies writhing together in the wildest of wild passion. What are you waiting for Giles? Fuck me, or don't you remember how after all this time!"

Giles certainly did remember how and Lisa was dripping  wet all over after they had finished. They lay side by side for some minutes, saying nothing.  Everything that needed to be said had been well and truly said as Lisa joyfully surrendered herself.

"Shall we carry on with our walk, darling? The top is flat and you can go for miles and see the greatest views and we won't meet a soul. Come on. Then we have to tell Samantha. Poor Sammy. I feel dreadful already."

Giles got dressed but Lisa did not. She carried her bikini brief in one hand and was ready to slip it on if any wayfarer were about. But it was their lucky day and Giles had a naked Lisa to himself.

"Do you ever wear shoes, sweetheart?" he asked at one point.

"No. Never! Except when it snowed, of course. I'll wear nice ones to our wedding, though! And I sometimes wear boxing boots, and gloves. I like barefoot fighting best and the sort of gloves that just protect the had but don'et soften the impact. You saw how good at brutal fighting  I am!"

"I certainly did. It was very satisfying at the time seeing you slaughter that wicked bitch. But I'm sorry you haven'y put that behind you.  I hear that woman died in solitary?"

"So Sammy says. I'm sorry about that. HI don't know how they can live with themselves, letting someone die when they could so easily let them out for a few days to treat them.And it could have happened to me, Giles - except I wasn't going to let myself ever be that ill!  No - once I'd taken out my anger on her there was no more anger left. I couldn't do a thing to help her, though. Once you go down into that solitary wing you are lost. I should know! You need to be strong to survive there for any length of time. Even two months is too much for some poor souls. But your Lisa is very strong. Why was she just known by her number, I wonder? We all had numbers but we were hardly ever called by them. I can't remember mine, I used it so seldom!"

"People get released from prison, Lisa. Like you, for instance! And someone didn't want her name getting out to the outside world. I still don't know all the facts, but that woman had a lot of secrets. Not only was she a thief but a blackmailer and she had some pretty high up victims. I know the US ambassador was involved and the Justice Minister. When she was caught stealing from the hotel wearing a blonde wig they knew perfectly well who she was but she knew too much and so you got to carry the can and she went free, for a time. Thta's why I resigned, Lisa. I am going to tell all I know,even if I go to prison for it!"

"No, don't my dearest Giles! I'd come and visit you, of course. But I doubt that you could take it, my pet! Don't take it to heart, but you're not strong enough - believe me, I know! It would break you. Just forget about me, my sweet!  I've done my time and I'll never get those years back. But we've still got the future, my darling! Let the past be!"

"Too late! I've already spilled the beans! I posted off one stinker of an article yesterday. It will be all over the papers in no time. And I resent you saying I couldn.t take a spell inside! If you could do it, I could!"

"I wonder! But have your own way, darling! You stood by me and I'll stand by you and make a better job of getting you out of a mess than you made of rescuing me!"

Lisa had been reluctant to face the press up until now, but since Giles had taken this risk for her she was happy enough to give evidence. She told him this and added:

" And I'll do more that that. I'll send my own story to the papers. It's all written down, darling. The two years in solitary, the beatings - the lot. I should think it will go down pretty well, and they'll never send you to jail after reading about what was done to me. I should have done this before! I just couldn't abide being in the public eye but I won't let you go to prison. So it looks like I'm going to be famous! Worse luck! By the way! Did you finsish reading my novels?"

"I did. It's better that anything I could do! I enjoyed them all, Lisa. When you send them your prison memoirs, you should send the books as well."

Giles looked sadly at her. It grieved him to think of this child of nature being made to step into the limelight. She belonged here in the hills and woods, with the occasional trip to Lodon for one of her appalling acts of mutual brutality! He could just imaging what the popular press would make of her story. Pretty young thing slung into the slammer emerging as a combination of hardened fighter and semi-recluse. He could see that Lisa hated the idea of being photographed and interviewed, traced to this peaceful spot and forced to live in a real world which would always be hard for her to cope with.