Miss: You pay a heavy price for intervening, and Jaina has to respond accordingly.

The other apartment tenants try hard to contain Tommy Von Koosten, while you stand in the way between him, and his sister, Jaina. While the local police were already en route to respond to this alleged disturbance of peace, if not domestic ****, it's clear that containing such a big man was going to be a tall order. One moment, you're trying to calm him down, the next moment, he's freeing an arm, and throwing a right hook your way, landing squarely in the jaw. Your world goes blurry, then black seconds later!

You're not sure how long you've been knocked out, or what happened in the interim, but what is known is that as soon as you're able to wake, you find yourself on your bed, inside your apartment. You feel a sharp, heavy pain on your jaw, from where it met Tommy's big punch, and you groan, using your tongue carefully to find that all your teeth seem intact--amazingly enough. You feel an ice patch on that side of your face, and when you turn, you see Jaina there, staring down at you. She's no worse for wear, though, as you can see the redness on the part of her face that was slapped hard.

"What happened?" You ask Jaina. "How long was I out?"

"10 minutes, at least, Eric." Jaina looked down at you, responding. "Other people in the apartment had to come and help after my brother threw that KO punch at you. I had to drag your ass inside, while the others waited for the cops to arrive."

"Does Tommy get that crazy alot?" You groan when she readjusts the ice pack on your face.

"About half of the time," Jaina responds, "and more often if he had been drinking, like he was earlier today."

"So that explains the smell of beer on him." You sighed, then looked to the busty woman. Her motorcycling jacket was off, and you can see her 38e breasts strain against her bra, which strains against her black tee, with the decals of a local hard rock band/heavy metal band. She had also taken off her riding chaps, as well as her riding boots.

"I don't understand how a man like him, at 38, can be so overprotective of a sibling that can take care of herself." You look up, watching her take another ice pack, and rearranges the pillows on your bed, so that she can keep that ice pack on your face propped against one pillow, and she can press the other ice pack on it, and against her own face, as she lay on the side, looking at you.

"It has grown into him, Eric." Jaina responded. "He's been into alot of brawls, too, so he knows how and where to throw punches. Sometimes, I fear for him, as I fear for my own self. I don't know if I want to get a restraining order against him, or maybe find someone that can cool him down, make him less violent. He doesn't see alot of women, like you have."

"I would rule out the restraining order, Jaina." You tell her. "In the worst case scenario, he would really get violent, and he would probably do more than just throw a punch at me, or slap you hard in the face. Maybe there's someone you know that may be able to calm him down some--someone outside of 'The Burning Metal' that can do it."

"I might know a few in my motorcycle club that could help," Jaina responded, "but it may be a tall order, at best."

"It may be our best bet, right now." You tell her.

"You're right, hon." Jaina nodded to you with a smile. "Fortunately, I'm free for the night. I don't think anyone at a concert bar, or at 'The Burning Metal' would want to see me in my state right now, if not both of us."

You feel her stroke your painless cheek gently, then your chest. You groan again from the pain in your jaw, and you slowly fall asleep...or **** again. Either way, Jaina sighed, and strokes you again, before she passes out herself.