Unknown: Hit her harder!

"That does it!" Roberta Jean Richardson said, lifting her glass and hurling it at Tammy Cunningham's head. The glass narrowly missed and shattered against the wall behind the redhead, near the entrance to the Men's Room.

"Girls!" Joey shouted.

"You are a fucking big-mouth bitch," Roberta Jean said.

"Ohhhhhhh, Roberta Jean, I forgot you and Harvey used to go out. That is, until he DUMPED you!"

"You are going to eat those fucking words, bitch, and they are going to taste like my knuckles!"

"I ain't scared of you, cunthole," Tammy Cunningham said to Roberta Jean.

"Let's get her," Bertha said.

"You stay here. This is between her and me," Roberta Jean said.

"Take it outside!" Joey said. But it was too late. Roberta Jean and Tammy were already headed toward one another.

It was a collision course.

Roberta Jean grabbed a handful of Tammy's red hair with her left hand and shot a right fist right into Tammy Cunningham's belly. The punch had enough force behind it to double the redhead over. Tammy Cunningham folded to a ninety-degree angle at the waist, jack-knifing sharply with the intensity of the blow.

Tammy Cunningham reached up with her left hand and clawed her long red fingernails across the side of Roberta Jean's neck. Three lines of blood appeared, frightening close to Roberta Jean Richardson's jugular vein.

"I am going to kick the fucking shit out of you," Roberta Jean said.

"Yeah, you and what army?" Tammy Cunningham inquired.

"I am going to take care of you with me and my two friends. My fists," Roberta Jean Richardson said.

"You are nothing but a puddle of vomit," Tammy said. The redhead let loose with a right cross that caught Roberta Jean flush on the jaw.

Roberta Jean turned her head a little at the last possible second, but the punch still caught her enough to send her reeling backward.

"You are a puddle of monkey shit," Roberta Jean said.

"You are the scum from a retards asshole," Tammy Cunningham said.

"You eat the scum from retards assholes," Roberta Jean said.

Roberta Jean punched Tammy right in the nose. Blood began to flow from the redhead's right nostril, rolling down over her heavily lipsticked lips.

Tammy Cunningham let loose with a lightning quick left jab that caught Roberta Jean on the lower lip. Now they were both bleeding from the base. Roberta Jean felt savage. She grabbed Tammy Cunningham by the arm and bit her so hard that she broke the skin.

"Owwwwwwwww," Tammy Cunningham hollered at the top of her lungs.

Tammy Cunningham threw Roberta Jean up against the wall and temporarily knocked the wind out of the blonde bombshell.

"Take it outside!" Joey, the bartender screamed. The hayseeds who had been playing eight balls stepped back and began to cheer for their favorites. Roberta Jean grabbed Tammy Cunningham and threw her against the pool table. Tammy Cunningham was bent over backward across the green felt, her head moving the eight ball, as Roberta Jean Richardson punched her in the face repeatedly, throwing combinations of right and left hands. Tammy Cunningham finally managed to push her off and punched Roberta Jean Richardson right in the left tit. The tit felt soft and her fist sunk deep into the globular mammary gland on Roberta Jean's chest.

Roberta Jean kicked Tammy Cunningham in the cunt.

Tammy got Roberta Jean Richardson in a head lock.

The redhead squeezed so tightly that Roberta Jean feared for a moment that her skull was going to be crushed. There was a frightening moment or two when Roberta Jean Richardson thought her eyeballs were going to come popping right out of her head.

The muscular and super-tough blonde bombshell managed to break free and grabbed Tammy Cunningham by the neck. The large-breasted and long-legged troublemaker dragged Tammy Cunningham toward the door. She knew that if she busted up the place too badly she wouldn't be allowed in the bar anymore, and he needed a place to drink. The Lord knew that Roberta Jean Richardson needed a place to drink.

They went out the door together and out onto the street.

Bertha followed. Bertha Klemmer told herself that she was going to jump in, just in case Roberta Jean looked like she was taking the worst of it. Roberta Jean's equally tough friend, however, could see that she had nothing to worry about. The blonde bombshell's heavily tattooed buddy could see that Roberta Jean Richardson had this particular fight well in hand.

"Give it to her, Roberta Jean!" Bertha cheered loudly.

Tammy Cunningham legs gave out on her and she crumbled to the pavement, but Roberta Jean did not stop. The blonde pounced on the redhead and continued to beat her.

She beat Tammy Cunningham until the redhead went limp.

"Leave her alone, now. She's done," Bertha exclaimed.

"NO! I ain't fucking through with her," Roberta Jean said.

"What are you going to do, KILL her?" Bertha asked.

"No, close, but I don't think I'll kill her," Roberta Jean said.

"What are you going to do, Roberta Jean?" Bertha asked.

"Help me drag her into your car, Bertha," Roberta Jean said.

"Why?"

"We are going to take her back to my place," Roberta Jean said.

"Why?"

"I already told you, I ain't through with her yet."

"What are you going to do to her?" Bertha Klemmer asked.

"I am going to tie her up, and then, yes, then I am going to abuse her. I am going to make her burn. I am going to give her a good old-fashioned lesson in human nature. Oh yeah, oh yeah, I am going to give her something that she ain't never going to forget."

"Sounds like fun," Bertha said.

Roberta Jean and Bertha dragged Tammy into the backseat of the tattooed lady's car. The doors were slammed shut.

Bertha got behind the wheel.

Roberta Jean sat shotgun.

Roberta Jean Richardson kept an eye on Tammy in the back, to make sure that she didn't wake up. The back of Tammy's head had taken quite a crack against the pavement.

"She looks like she is going to be snoozing for awhile," Roberta Jean said.

"I hope you didn't kill her."

"No, she's still breathing."

"So far."

Roberta Jean laughed.

"For her, the worst is yet to come," Roberta Jean Richardson said.

They drove directly to Roberta Jean's small shanty at the edge of town. The shanty had three rooms, indoor plumbing and was made of wood. There were no neighbors within a quarter of a mile. There would be no need to gag Tammy. Roberta Jean and Bertha could let Tammy scream all she wanted. No one was going to hear the bitch wailing her lungs out.

In pain!

"Help me drag her inside, Bertha," Roberta Jean said.

"Right. I'll take her feet and you take her arms," Bertha said.

The two young women, being very strong, had no trouble transporting Tammy into the shanty where they dropped her hard onto the living room floor. THUNK!

"Where now?" Bertha asked.

"The bedroom."

"What are you going to do to her?" Bertha asked quickly. There was a note of concern in the tattooed woman's voice – as if she feared that hanging out with Roberta Jean Richardson on this particular evening connoted biting off more than she could chew.

"We are going to abuse her, like I said," Roberta Jean said.

"Are we going to sexually abuse her?" Bertha inquired.

"Is there any other kind?" Roberta Jean asked with a throaty laugh.

"I guess not. I am not sure that I want any part of this."

"Chicken-shit."

"Don't start with me, Roberta Jean. I'm your friend."

"You don't have to do anything if you don't want to. You can just watch," Roberta Jean Richardson said.

"I think I am going to split," Bertha said, shifting her weight from one foot to the other nervously.

"Suit yourself. At least help me get her onto my bed first."