The Sgt. Major’s Daughter

When I was 17 I dated a young lady whose father was a retired army Sgt. Major. She was a late addition to the family being 10 years younger than her three brothers. The brothers being the usual protective types, and all Royal Marines, made sure, in conjunction with her father, that she knew well how to look after herself.

One evening she and I were in our local pub (Yes I know we should have been 18 to go in there, but this was along time ago and things were a lot more lax then). I headed off for the toilet and was just returning when the evening’s entertainment kicked off.

Some pervert decided it would be a good idea to reach round and grab a handful of my girl’s breast. Big mistake! The lady did a half turn and slammed her elbow into his nose. Result? Blood and snot everywhere.

Not content with that she then stepped in ramming her knee into his testicles and completed the demolition with another elbow to the temple as he bent over in agony. He went down like he’d been hit with a 2 x 4.

I was waiting for someone in “the management” to get terribly annoyed and, at best chuck us both out or at worst call the police, but surprise, surprise, what did I hear? One of the barmen looked over the bar at the mess on the floor and muttered “Good on ye lassie. He’s been a complete pain in here all night.”

A couple of the patrons picked the dazed mess off the floor and, none too  gently, escorted him outside.

On the bright side I didn’t have to pay for the lady’s drinks that evening as all hers were “on the house”.

The moral of the story? Just because she’s young, only five foot two and lightly built does not mean she’s fair game for the first pervert who comes along.