Lisa's room.

Over the years since leaving home, Lisa had had to fight hard to protect her virginity. She was frequently battered, bruised, and bloodied after these fights, but she was still a virgin, and she was not about to give it up to this wretched man.

Lisa collected her key from atop her clothes and led Brett down the hallway to her room. She was grateful to no longer have to watch Brett ogle her naked body. At the door she unlocked it and entered her room.

"Easy there, bitch." warned Brett. "Wouldn't want to have to kill ya. Not when I'm this close to havin' ya."

Lisa stopped just beyond the open door. Brett followed cautiously. As he entered the doorway, he saw his former winchester standing between the bed and the nightstand.

"Thats my winchester!" Brett claimed.

Lisa chose this moment to act.

Lisa turned and threw all her weight into the door. The door slammed into Brett's wrist, trapping it against the door frame. Brett cried out and dropped his colt. Lisa bent to retrieve it.

Brett slammed himself into the door, sending Lisa reeling backwards, and the colt spinning under the bed. As Lisa recovered, Brett picked up the winchester and turned it towards Lisa.

Lisa ducked under the barrel of the winchester. She clamped down hard on the stump of his recently amputated right arm. Brett let out an earth shattering scream and dropped the winchester. Lisa silenced him by forcefully, and satisfyingly for her, driving her right knee into his balls.

Brett collapsed to the floor whimpering. Lisa retrieved the winchester. She operated the lever action to chamber a round.

In the doorway, Lisa saw Alma and Virgil Morgan as well as the big city dude. All were looking at Lisa's naked body as she stood over her beaten foe.

Modesty forgotten, Lisa pointed her winchester at Brett. Brett looked at Lisa pleadingly.

"Please...don't...kill...me." he sobbed.

Lisa had no desire to kill Brett, but realized that if she didn't deal with him now, then he would probably keep coming after her until she was dead.