And You Will Find Love

Everything. But you I want most of all. Since you don't seem to like me, I've got to take you any way I can get you. Or, you see, my record will be broken. And there's no way I'll let that happen."

Becky began snorting and kicking in her stall. Barbara hoped the mare would kick down the hay stacks separating them, but she did not. Instead, Becky kept rising up on her hind legs, clawing high in front of her with her front legs.

Chet took a large handkerchief out of a rear pocket. He stuffed it into Barbara's mouth, to silence her while he pinned her arms down to her side as she lie on her back on the floor.

Choking and unable to cry out for help, Barbara shook all over her body as her attacker unzipped the fly of his trousers and began humping her.

Two strong hands then grabbed Chet by the back of his suitcoat and pulled him off of her. A moment later, in the darkness, Barbara saw it was Moose.

"You okay?" Moose asked her. "He hurt you?"

"I'm just shaken," she said, covering herself as best she could, almost to tears, but too frightened for them. "Did you hear my scream?"

"No, I heard the horse and came to see what was spooking her. Who's the pervert?"

"I knew him, back in Chicago. He keeps forcing himself on me, but I don't want any part of him."

Seeing the bulk of Moose Mondrowski, Chet cowered against a wall of the hangar, looking for a chance to escape.

"You just stay there," Moose told him, blocking his exit with his mountain of a body. "I'll get to you in a minute." Then he asked Barbara, "Can you drive, or do you want me to take you home?"

"I can drive."

"Then you go home and lock your door. No real need to, though, 'cause I'm gonna take care of this creep so he won't bother you again."

"No!" Chet pleaded, his back hugging the wall. "Don't hurt me!"

"I'm not gonna hurt you, much," Moose told him, taking Chet's chin in his big right hand and squeezing it and his cheeks.

"Don't hurt him, Moose," Barbara pleaded as she began leaving the hangar. "He's rich and very influential. He could make trouble, so please don't hurt him."

"If you say so," Moose promised, then added, almost to himself, "I'll just maim the bastard!"