She jabs her fist at you!

The tall black policewoman approaches unrelentingly, her dark eyes focussed on you. You can't help notice her strong, trousered thighs carrying her stride, but you soon pay more attention to her arms. You can see those strong shoulders and biceps tensing, stretching the black uniform blouse. You tense yourself, but her stride is steady. She walks as if she'll just keep on walking, and just before she's on top of you she jabs a fist straight at your face!

You raise your braceletted arm. She pulls her punch. She's good: with a quick eye she sees the heavy golden bracelet and doesn't sacrifice her hand to it. You've called her bluff -- or have you? You back up a step or two just to make sure, and sure enough she holds her stride. She's still approaching you! Keeping your arms up, you take a quick ballet-like hop backward, then another and...

Clumsy cow, you trip over your own living room chair! A chair you've spent hours in reading Reader's Digest and Martha Stewart Living -- you should have known instinctively it was there, but no, Blunder Babe, you trip backward and your fat, star-spangled ass lands on the wooden arm of the chair, causing the chair to tip sideways. Your arms flail up as you and the chair fall back and to the side.

You manage to avoid knocking your head on the floor by hunching your head and shoulders forward. Trying to quickly get up, you inadvertently hook one booted foot through the arm of the chair. As you try to get up, your shin is caught and it causes you searing pain! You let out a ridiculous feminine squeal as your body falls to the side. Your head slams against the lovely little table that holds your reading lamp! The table is shattered, and the lamp comes crashing down on your head just as your head slams against the floor!

Momentarily stunned, you hold your hands to your head (which feels like it's spinning). You become aware that your threatening adversary, the big black bitch with the bulging biceps, is standing there looking down at you, laughing!