I have all your books and videos. All are great.
Hear are some of the fights I've heard about, and the one fight I've seen, with as many details as I can remember:
My wife told me about a cat fight she had been in when she was in sixth grade (12 years old). She was at a slumber party and she and another girl, Mary, had a crush on the same boy. For some reason the girls were outside and the adults were not around. My wife said she and Mary started calling each other nasty names and then it escalated into some fierce hair pulling between Mary and my wife (my wife claimed that Mary started it). The other girls watched for a while as Mary and my wife tried to rip each other's hair out by the roots. Finally the other girls got tired of the fight, and broke it up.
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When I was in eighth grade, a friend of mine told me that his sister (who was in sixth grade - 12 years old) had gotten into a fight with another girl in their backyard. His sister had been knocked into a wood pile and ripped her panty hose on the wood.
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Years ago as I was riding a company shuttle bus, the driver related a story he had heard about a young woman who had gotten into a fight with a new mom. The young woman was known as the neighborhood slut and she was sunning herself, in a bikini, one day when this other woman, who had recently had a baby, came outside and confronted her. I think that the new mom was not happy with the little sexpot showing herself off to all of the men in the apartment complex (including the new mom's husband). Unfortunately I did not get a lot of details about the fight, other than the two women knocked clothes off a clothes line and the smaller woman 'held her own against' the new mom.
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The one fight I saw was brief, and I only saw a portion of it. I had pulled into the parking lot of a strip mall and I noticed two girls and a guy watching what appeared to be a fight. I got closer and saw that it was two girls fighting. One girl was a pretty brunette wearing a white blouse that buttoned up the front, jeans and sneakers. the brunette's hair came down to the middle of her back. The other girl was a bigger blonde, also very pretty, wearing a heavy sweatshirt, jeans and sneakers. The blonde's hair was a bit shorter, cut at about shoulder length. As I walked up I saw the brunette laying on her side on the asphalt, as the blonde sat on top of her and pounded away with her fists on the brunette's back and chest. The brunette was shrieking and the blonde was clearly out of control - she just flailed away, repeatedly punching the brunette's upper back with her left fist, and the brunette's tits with her right. As I walked closer the guy who was watching came to the brunette's rescue and grabbed the blonde and pulled her off. The blonde was still out of control -- she wanted to continue beating on the brunette -- and she struggled and writhed (her big boobs bouncing and jiggling) as the guy hauled her away from her victim.
The guy finally got the blonde to leave. About this time a petite woman came out of one of the nearby stores, looking like she was going to stop the fight if it had still been going on (that would have been interesting to see!). Finally the brunette got up and went off with her friends (the guy and two girls). I heard her spit out the word BITCH as she walked off...
Regards,
Jim
Wilmington, Delaware
Altogether I've been in 3 catfights. (I've won one, lost one and, tied one). All my fights, have been against blondes. Coincidence?
Let me tell you about the catfight that I won. I met Dan about 10 years ago. At the time he was dating a tall, long-haired blond named Kris who was a dancer. She was 6' tall, 34-23-34 (aprox.) maybe 130-135lbs. I first saw her at a party I was at with Dan and a bunch of other people. Kris walked in with a strut liked she owned the place. She put her arms around Dan and gave him a big kiss in front of everyone as if to say "he's mine."
Dan and I had not started dating yet. Kris went to New York for graduate school, so she was 3,000 miles away. Dan and I started dating and within a few months moved in together. Dan told Kris over the phone it was over between them. She was not happy. When Kris came home for Christmas, she called Dan and asked to see him in person. I didn't like the idea, but finally agreed.
Kris was to come over for an hour and I would leave the house and come back after she had left. That night, in anticipation of accidentally meeting her, I dressed to kill. I wore a tight, short mini-skirt, a low cut blouse and high heels. Dan's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw me. I heard her car pull up. I gave him a big kiss and said I'd be back in a couple of hours.
Kris and I passed in the driveway. She was wearing a short-short dress that showed off her long legs. We gave each other a couple of the dirtiest looks you could imagine. I turned back to Dan and called, "Bye, sweetheart" and gave Kris another dirty look. I knew she was steaming.
I went to a nice bar for a drink. Boy, did the time move slowly! All kinds of thoughts ran through my head. Were they necking? Were they kissing? Were they fucking? I had about three or four drinks. I kept looking at my watch. Finally, it was time to go and I headed home. On the way home I thought I was good. She was only supposed to be there an hour and I had given them two. I was sure she would be gone. Nevertheless, I was anxious.
As I pulled into the driveway, her car was still there! I was furious. I charged in the door and saw them on the couch with an empty bottle of wine in front of them. They were laughing and Kris had her hand on Dan's leg. She turned, saw me, took her hand off of his leg, crossed her legs in a sexy manner and smiled.
I said to her, "I think it's time you leave." She replied, “I’m not done talking to Dan." I yelled back, "Get out!" Dan got off the sofa and backed off. Kris calmly stood up and said, "Make me. “I went to her, grabbed her by the top of her dress and threw her towards the door. She stumbled forward a few steps, tripped, and fell to the carpet. She got up and said, "You're going to be sorry!"
She ran up to me and grabbed my hair and started pulling. The pain was horrid! I grabbed her hair and pulled as hard as I could. There we were, standing toe to toe, struggling around the room with our hands buried in each other's hair pulling for all we were worth. We finally fell to the ground. I have to say, when you're in the middle of a fight, it's hard to remember all the details and in what order they occurred. I remember getting on top of her, pinning her arms and slapping her repeatedly.
The SMACKS were loud and she groaned with each slap. We were both starting to tire. I don't know where Dan was (turns out he was watching from the corner of the room). As I was slapping her she ripped my top off, then my bra. As she was doing this, I stopped slapping and ripped the top of her dress off. She wasn't wearing a bra! At this point were both topless, our skirts (my skirt, her dress) were hiked up to our butts, we were locked in a mutual bear hug and we were leaving scratch marks on each other's backs.
We rolled around on the floor and I was trying to get the rest of her dress off. Then she started scratching my face. Wow, did that hurt! I immediately broke away from her and stood up. She stood up opposite me. We were breathing heavily, trying to catch our breaths. We must have been quite a sight. Both topless, her dress hanging below her waist, our stockings in tatters, hair completely messed with bunches pulled out on the floor.
Then she had the nerve to say, "Had enough?” That was it! I charged her tackled her to the ground, got on top of her and began to viciously scratch her face. She squirmed and squealed, kicked her legs in the air. I had her arms pinned with my knees. I kept scratching her face. Finally, she gave up. A gave her a few more scratches for good measure, got off of her and kicked her a few times in the side.
Then I went over to Dan and apologized. At the time, I didn't know he enjoyed catfighting. Kris slowly got up. Her face was a bloody mess. Dan gave her a towel. She wiped the blood off her face then wrapped it around herself and left without another word.
I was also a mess. I got cleaned up and after I rested a bit we went to bed and had the greatest night ever. We never saw Kris again.
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