Stacy takes charge.

As she went to answer the door bell, Stacy thought back two years ago. Her 6'3 225 lb frame was stacked exactly as it is now: 32-32-30D. Big milk filled tits and a big ass coupled with a slight amount of fat to cover her steel plate abs and stomach. 24" legs and 19" arms completed an athletic look that men would drool over and turn gay men straight. Her auburn hair in natural curls falling to just below the shoulders and her green eyes completed the great look. Wearing a t-shirt with jeans and sneakers made her 23 year old body stand out even more. As she walked, the young grad student saw him. Allen Stewart was a social outcast. Smart enough to be a geek, yet dorky enough for everyone to despise. The young woman smiled at him. The young man was flabbergasted. "H...Hi.", he stammered. Stacy giggled and went her way. Later that night, Allen was walking back to his apartment when all of a sudden he felt something smash into his jaw. The guy's fist felt like a sledgehammer, knocking him out cold. "Damn. Gotta be a geek to rob folks now. No cash. Guess I can beat ya ass as a prize.", the robber said. As the beating commenced with punches and kicks, Allen wanted to scream, but could only moan. Blood poured from his body. "Have a nice life. What's left of it anyhow. Haha.", his attacker said as he left him lying there. Stacy was walking home in the same direction. She saw someone running and heard someone moaning. She immediately looked and saw blood. The creep saw a hot broad. "Hey babe. Lets have some fun huh?" A punch to his abs from her sizable fist sent the creep a message he wouldnt forget. While he was puking, the young woman ran to the alley and tended to his victim. Stacy was stunned to find the victim was Allen.