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You know those sick bastards (and I`m sure you do) which are hiding and beating behind the bushes? That perverted type which is addressing you with a larynigitic voice „I would fuck youuuuuuuu...“ then following you home? The one which is jerking off and running after you in the same time? Those sorrowful creatures which you discover in almost every block when the night falls and on every beach during the summer?

The ones for which today you never go out alone at night, avoid walking in the parks or, God forbids, on some strange quiet alleys. Terrible, isn`t it?

But have you ever asked yourself what made them that way? Well, maybe this is the answer.

I`m sitting in a pretty pleasent company, on a house party, sipping some nice wine. And there we are, a bunch of laid back friends and new kith, joking and talking… You know how those things go. Like I said, I`m sitting cosily and bibbing my Chardonney, feeling fine, when out of the blue, one broad, a woman and a mother, starts with her dilemma:

Woman/mother: „I real think there is something wrong with our kid…..“

Audience: „Why? How do you mean?“

Woman/mother: „He˙s not jerking off!“

Audience: „?!?!?!?“ (how should you react on such a statement anyway?) …“Hmmmm…weeeell…hmmmmm…How old is he?“ – we ask embarrassingly.

Woman/mother: „12“ – she says.

Audience: „How do you know he`s not…you know….beating the monkey?“ – we ask again blinking in abashment.

Woman/mother: „I check! Every now and then, I crash suddenly into his room or bathroom and I still have managed to catch him!“

JESUS! Holy…Say what?!?!?

I almost dropped the glass! WTF?!?!? She does what?…It`s…You`re…Unbelievable!

No wonder he`s not jerking off! How could he, poor thing?

How in the world she doesn`t sees how traumatic it must be to the kid, all the time living in the fear if his mother will fly in the room (or bathroom) while he is whacking?!?

Can you imagine what must be going in his head: there he is, cockering his little friend, his little pride and joy, dreaming of some delicious chick and her nice big boobs, just him and his right hand working together, and he feels fiiiiiiiiiine, yeah, ….that`s it….he`s almost there…oh yes…there he goes…oooooooooooh….and his mother comes bursting in! He would…he would… he would die!!! Jesus! To get caught in that age by your mother while you are masturbating!

And if he is not doing it, he surely doesn`t do it because of her, for crying out loud! Because he never knows when the perverted sicko of his mother will crash in like SWAT! And what would she say if she would „catch“ him? You`ve been punked?!? Or: let mamma see if you`re doing it properly?!?

What a control freak. What in the world do you have to do with his little ding-dong? Of course he`s not normal, how can he be? When every time he feels that strange but pleasant arising, he remembers his mother. Thinking how she will enter in the room right at this moment. Cathing him in the middle of the performance. Give the kid some privacy!

What a world! And then you ask how the perverts are made. In this very way, dear respected woman/mother! When a healthy, delightful and above all joyful act becomes a traumatic experience caused by such a parent! Who wants to think of his mother when he`s doing it?!? What a freak!

I am sincerely hoping that I won`t meet her again so soon. Or her kid, when he grows up, when I think of it.


We are a strange spieces, among us there are always the ones searching for the weeker and feeble which will harass just to provide themselves the feeling of power and greatness.

And that was also the case in this story.

 Unce opon a time there was a little girl.

Pretty, small, quiet and shy. Maybe even too quiet, too shy and definitely too small. She was the shortest in her class. Sometimes that fact have brought her the excessive attention of her collegues. And not of the good kind.

Especially from one little carrion. A boy, big as a mouintain, with an oversized inferiority complex, was bullying whoever came his way. The smallest and shyest were his sweetest prey. They were subscribed on his discharge of force for which the carrion in question have exulted in content.

 The little girl˙s father, who was also a favorite harassment material when he was a kid, have suggested his child to sign in on some martial art classes. And the child have chosen.

It turned to be a very good decision. Shortly after that, the little girl have shown an exceptional talent for the chosen sport, at the same time buidling it`s selfesteem and opening herself to the world. Actually, she was so sucssesful in it, that her coach started sending her first on the regional and then on the state competions where she was very well noted.

Back in the school, nothing was changed. The oversized carrion was still trampling weeker kids enjoying in his social status.

That is, this is how it was before one particular autumn morning when the bully have started picking our quiet little girl again during the first break. She went, as always before, to their teacher telling her what happened. The teacher talked with the violent boy and explained him why he shouldn`t do it.

Then the second break came. The carrion have run to the little girl and started pickig her again forcing her to tell the teacher again.  The third break came as a direct invite in bully`s head to molest the girl even harder. She went to the teacher, again, which have talked, again, with the overweening carrion.

 Soon the bell rang and the school day was finished. But not for the persistnet bully. He started running towards the girl and… found a shock: that subtle little gal have grabbed the bully and thrown him on the floor with one perfect by the book clutch! It took few seconds until he rasied from the dirt, confused and offended, and repeated his attack to discover a new defense tactic followed by a serial of well directed hits that he couldn`t do anything than start to cry calling his mom.

The gang in the schoolyard was thrilled. The kids started to lough celebrating the end of a very dark era. From that day, not just that the bully haven`t touched the little girl but he haven`t touched the rest of the kids, uncertain what he may discover next time.

 This is a true story with a happy ending. The girl`s father have told me the story with such pride and joy in his voice that even I started to jump happily. He was jovial as a kid, repeating: „Hey, do you know what that means??? He was beaten by the smallest GIRL in the class! MY little girl!“

 To make the thing even better, the girl haven`t become conceited or perturbed for that event. She have brought up the story so peacefully that it was fascinating. And continued calmly and quietly like nothing happened.

Payback is a bitch..

The bullys recognize only their own language.

If the smallest girl in the class can do it, then everybody else can. This story is intended to parents who disgust any use of force in any form. You can`t be always at your child`s back defending it, you should rather teach it how to walk and discover the jungle of life with more simper and confidence.