Message-ID: <16947eli$9811061517@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: gwalb25@my-dejanews.com Subject: POST WONDERWOMAN'S GALLANT KNIGHT 1 OF 3 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <70gkrv$mch$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Wonder Woman's Gallant Knight PART 1 OF 3 by GW Although just oozing with syrupy sentimentality, this story contains violence, M/F rape, F/F N/C and F/m erotic scenes. It is meant for and should only be read by mature adults. Gerry Mulligan stood shivering on the cold Washington street corner. It was getting late, and there was no one in sight, but he was shouting: "Read all about it, New battle in Pacific!" Then he saw a tall, female figure approaching from the old War Department Building. It was a customer he knew and liked, Lt. Prince. She'd been working late as usual. "Hi, Lt. Prince! How are y' tonight? Paper? " Gerry called out heartily, as the woman approached. He was glad to see her. When she first began stopping for a paper each night, her stern, unbending appearance intimidated him. Over the last months, though, he'd discovered a real lady beneath her austere facade. She often stopped and chatted for a few moments; even though Gerry could see she was usually exhausted from working so late. She always had something interesting to say, and never talked down to him, the way most older people did. Gerry had come to look forward to their brief chats. Sometimes, he had the feeling Lt. Prince did too. "Why sure Gerry! I'll take one" She answered cheerily. But as she paid him and he handed her the change, the tall spinsterish woman looked closely at the boy. Gerry often caught a twinkle in the shrewd, blue eyes, behind those thick lenses she wore. When she smiled, you forgot the frumpy look of her uniform and ugly, no-nonsense knot of hair. Even with no lipstick, Gerry noticed her mouth was ripe pink, and had a good-natured twist to it. As she stared at him tonight, though, there was a slight frown, and a look of concern in her blue eyes. "Are you all right Gerry? Is something bothering you? You're out awfully late!' Diana Prince asked. She sounded genuinely worried about the boy. "Aww, I 'm fine Lieutenant. Things couldn't be better!" Gerry said with a false bravado. He hated to bother other people with his problems, and his Mother had taught him to be fiercely proud about begging or even accepting charity. "Do you have a place to stay tonight, Gerry?" Diana Prince asked, glancing shrewdly, at his bundle of belongings. It was half hidden in the packing case, Gerry used as a counter to sell his papers, but Lieutenant Prince never seemed to miss much. Gerry looked at the ground, not answering. "C'mon, Gerry! You can tell me!" Lt. Prince went on in her prim voice, but he somehow could tell she really cared. Gerry looked around desperately, but there was no place to hide. He looked at his feet. He thought of fibbing, but he couldn't lie to someone he liked. He had the feeling too, Lt. Prince would be a pretty hard person to fool. Finally he blurted it out. "Well my landlady got a chance to rent my room, for about three times what I was paying, because of the housing shortage. Anyway she tossed me out. I guess, I can't blame her; she has a family to feed and needs the dough." Gerry said in a rush. "Oh Gerry! That's terrible!' Lt. Prince said. She hesitated a moment, as though weighing the pros and cons of a difficult decision; then added. "Look, I've got a sofa in the living room at my apartment, you can use that tonight!" "Aaww, no! I don't want to be no bother, Lieutenant." "You won't be any bother, Gerry! An old-maid spinster like me, is glad to have a man to walk her home. "Aaaw, Lt. Prince, you're no old maid! You just work too hard, and don't fix yourself up none. I bet you're a real looker in swell clothes 'stead o' that uniform!" Gerry said gallantly, almost believing it. "You're quite a flatterer, Gerry Mulligan. It must be you're Irish charm. I'll have to be careful you don't sweep me right off my feet!" Diana Prince retorted wryly. Then she added, more briskly. "Come on! Lets get going! This was your last paper, anyway!" Diana Prince spoke with such smooth, self-assured authority, that Gerry didn't know how to get out of it. He moved the packing case out of the way, against the wall, and picked up his scanty bundle of belongings. Then he slung his paper carrier's sack over his shoulder He used it sometimes to deliver papers to his good customers on the block. Diana rarely missed much and noticed it still seemed kind of heavy. Gerry saw her glance and said defensively. "Just a little insurance!" He opened the sack and showed her the heavy, plumber's wrench inside. He did so reluctantly, because he knew from bitter experience, most grownups looked askance at armed teenagers. "This can be a tough neighborhood this time o' night!" Diana Prince just shrugged and murmured. "I understand!" Gerry sighed in relief, and said "You're an ace, Lt. Prince!" Later in Lt. Prince's kitchen, Gerry was sipping hot chocolate, and mixing orange food coloring into white, wartime oleomargarine, so it would look yellow, like butter. Of course it would still taste awful. Lt. Prince in loose white blouse and bulky navy blue skirt scrambled powdered eggs. "Please Gerry, call me Diana!" Diana Prince told Gerry for the third time. "Geez you're great, Lieut..! I mean Diana. A lot of people would have sent me to Juvenile Hall, or tuned me over to some old maid social worker." "Well, back where I come from, people help each other, and don't run to the government for help!" Diana said. "Where is that?" Gerry asked. "Oh its pretty far from here! You 've probably never been there." Diana answered absently, as though preoccupied by scooping scrambled eggs onto the plates. It was the first time Gerry noticed his new friend being evasive. After they had eaten the food, Diana pulled the living room couch out from the wall, for Gerry. The two of them began to look forward to their meeting on the windy corner each night, and to the walk back to Diana's apartment together. They usually ended up in Diana's kitchen, where they took turns cooking. "Most men, I've met, don't seem to cook." Diana said one night, when Gerry managed a delicious western egg omelet from powdered eggs and a few other odds and ends from her refrigerator. "Aw I used to try an' help Ma when she got sick, an' then I'd try to cook on a hot plate in my room before I got the heave-ho. It's a pleasure cooking in a real kitchen like this, though. My Dad always told me a man oughta be able to cook well enough t'feed himself, if he hadda'." Diana seemed glad for Gerry's company, in the evenings. She listened to his story about his father, a career marine killed at Pearl Harbor on the first day of the war, and about his mother who died soon after. He'd had a little sister too, but she died before the war. Gerry told her about his efforts to avoid truant officers and social workers. Instead of disapproving, Diana laughed sympathetically. She never acted like Gerry had come to expect grownups to act. In return, Diana would tell him exciting tales from the books she'd read or things she'd heard. Sometimes, Diana told Gerry stories of Greek mythology and ancient times. She told them so vividly, that Gerry thought she must an expert. It was almost as though she'd been there. She was a wonderful story teller, and Gerry listened in rapt attention. Sometimes they just talked, and it seemed to Gerry, the stern looking, older woman was as young as he was. He asked her how she knew so much about ancient Greece. He told her "Y'know I got some books from the library, but they didn't seem near as exciting as your stories." "Well, when people translate the stories into English, sometimes they leave out a lot." Diana explained. "D'ya mean you read them in the original Greek?" Gerry asked incredulously. "You understand Ancient Greek!" "Oh, almost as though it were my native language." Diana answered with a cryptic grin. Gerry remembered he sometimes thought he'd caught just a hint of a foreign accent in Diana's voice, although nobody else seemed to notice. Another night, Gerry shyly told Diana about his admiration for Wonder Woman. "Oh, I don't know if she's so wonderful!" Diana teased. Gerry launched into an impassioned recital of Wonder Woman's accomplishments. "O.K. O. K. I give up!" Diana laughed. Then she added: "I think you have a crush on this Wonder Woman!" Gerry didn't answer, but his face got red and he stopped talking. "I'm sorry, Gerry!" Diana said, immediately, sorry for having teased the boy about something so important to him. As he'd got to know Diana better, Gerry noticed the kindly she didn't seem to have any social life. He took this opportunity to ask: "Do you have any boyfriends Diana?" "No, I guess not!" She said softly, realizing she was a little embarrassed to admit it. "What about that Steve guy?" Gerry went on. "Oh, he's my boss!" Diana laughed. "I don't think he even knows I'm alive, outside of work. I think he's like you; he's got a crush on Wonder Woman." Diana went on a little ruefully. "Aaww, he don't know what he's missin' right under his nose. Why you're a real classy dame...Oh sorry I mean lady." Gerry said in embarrassment. "Maybe if I was more of a dame, I'd do better with boyfriends." Diana answered wryly. "But thank you for the compliment. Kind Sir!" She said with a graceful curtsey, and then added. "If its not just some more of your Irish blarney Gerry Mulligan. "Naw, Diana its no blarney, you're a Classy Lady and you couldn't be no dame, even if you wanted to, 'cause you are too classy." Diana colored a little at the obvious sincerity in Gerry's voice and looked the other way. One Friday night, Diana said to Gerry. "Have you ever been riding?" "Horses you mean?" Gerry answered. "No!" "Can you get up, real early tomorrow. I heard about this place over in Virginia that has really good horses for rent; not like the poor hacks you get in most commercial stables. I managed to get the morning off, tomorrow. Oh its been so long since I was riding! I can't wait!" "Yeah, sure, O.K. That'd be great!" Gerry said, responding to the eagerness in Diana's voice, rather than to any real desire to ride a horse next morning. He sure didn't want to risk falling off a horse in front of Diana. "Oh well! She'll be a better sport about it, than most people." He philosophized. When Diana called him, next morning, she was already dressed in bulky, oversized riding pants and boots, and a loose, tweed jacket, over a bulky sweater. "Well it's a different kind of frumpiness, anyway!" Gerry thought unkindly, crawling off his warm couch a half hour before sunrise. Then was sorry he'd thought it, Diana looked so eager. "C'mon, come on, hurry up!" She begged, like a little kid prompting a lethargic parent. They went to the garage, around the corner, where Diana kept her twelve year old Model A Ford. Gerry had only known her to drive it a couple of times since they'd become friends. "Oh I hate to use the gas!" Diana said. Gerry knew she gave most of her ration coupons to friends. "Oh well, its just this once!" She said. "The heck with it!" Sitting beside Diana in the narrow front seat, Gerry watched her drive with nonchalant confidence, really fast, shifting ears with quick neat precision, all the time she was chattering and laughing. Gerry had never seen her so happy; her face glowed "Gee! She really does have a beautiful complexion." Gerry thought, as he also noticed her big, dark blue eyes shining behind her thick glasses. When they got to the horse farm, Diana looked over the horses with a keen eagerness. All of the horses were in one field, except for a big, black one that was fenced off from the others. Diana headed right for the black horse. "Ma'am, that horse is a killer. I wouldn't let anyone ride him. He's thrown three people and the last one, he nearly trampled." Diana paid no attention to what the man was saying. She walked quickly to the wooden fence. It was about five feet high. She casually put one hand on the top rail, and lightly vaulted over the fence. "Holy cow!" Gerry thought. "How'd she do that?" Once over the fence, Diana made a strange nickering sound. The big horse looked at her, made a snorting expression with his face, and then swaggered over to the girl who looked very small standing alone in his field. "Geez, I wish she'd get out of there." Gerry worried, "He is a mean looking devil!" Diana pulled a carrot from her pocket and held it on the palm of her hand. The horse looked at it disdainfully for a moment, then leaned over and politely took it from her hand. As he did, Diana whispered in his ear. Still chewing the carrot, the horse pushed his head against her, and nuzzled her. She patted his cheek and whispered again. She turned to the proprietor and said. "I'll take Devil, here." The man was looking at her open mouthed "O.K. Ma'am! It appears you know what you're doing. I hope you do, but you'll have to saddle him yourself. I'm not going near him." "Done!" Diana said and led Devil to the stable. As she walked away, the man muttered. "How'd you know his name?" Diana turned her head with a laugh, and said. "Oh he told me, when he introduced himself, naturally." The man just shook his head. While she was saddling the horse, the man said. "What about you, Young Fellow?" "Well I'd like kind of a tame horse that... well the opposite of that one." Gerry answered nodding at Devil. "I got just the horse, for you, Son." The man led out a tired looking horse that looked at Gerry with what seemed good natured contempt. "This is Daisy!" The man said. "She can do a lot more than she lets on, but she's real gentle. Nobody ever fell off her yet." The man helped Gerry into the saddle. By then, Diana rode Devil out of the barn. He pranced along as docile as a family dog. Diana looked at Gerry's horse, rode over, leaned down and whispered in Daisy's ear, as she'd done with Devil. "What did you tell her?" Gerry asked dubiously. "I asked Daisy to keep up with Devil. She can, if she wants to, but she doesn't like to show off; and to make sure you didn't fall off." Diana laughed "All that in one whisper?" Gerry said. "All that in one whisper! Horses aren't as long-winded as people!" Diana answered seriously. For the next three hours, they rode like the wind, jumping fences every few yards, it seemed to Gerry. He'd been on roller coasters that were a lot less scarey than a horseback ride with Diana. Somehow though, no matter what, he stayed in the saddle. By the time the ride was over, Gerry was certain the only way that miracle could have happened was if Daisy really had done it, as a favor to Diana. Finally, when it was getting too late to continue, Diana led them back to the barn. Gerry saw a tear in Diana's eye, as she said goodby to the two horses. Before they left, Diana took the owner to one side, and Gerry saw her write a check and give it to him. She'd already paid cash for the rental. In the car back Gerry looked at her in openmouthed amazement. "Diana, you are something!" Gerry blurted out. She laughed. "Oh I just like horses." I know." Gerry replied, "I saw you giving that man that check. You bought Devil, didn't you?" "What if I did?" She retorted. "I don't know when I'll get a chance to ride again, but I don't want him mistreated. Then in a small, guilty voice she added. "I bought Daisy too. She's such a darling. She did just what I asked her. Of course, you can't really own a horse. Its just a convenient legal fiction, in your society, for your partnership with them." Gerry's only comment to that was "Oh!" One night, a few days later, Gerry asked Diana, if she knew any stories about knights. "Well."She replied. "I know some stories. Most of my favorite stories of chivalry are about an Italian knight. Her name was Bradamant." "Her name?" Asked Gerry. "I thought knights were men." "Some were, of course!" Diana said with a grin. "But Bradamant was a girl. She wasn't the only one either; she had a friend Marfisa, who was a Knight too. At first she and Marfisa were enemies, because Bradamant thought Marfisa was after the man she loved. They had a big fight, but then they found out Marfisa was really Rugierio's sister." "Rugierio was the man Bradamant loved." Diana added in explanation. Gerry gaped in wide-eyed amazement, as Diana began to tell him, the whole of Ariosto's Orlando. As her excitement mounted, sometimes she'd quote entire stanzas in antique Italian, and then translate them for Gerry. It was four in the morning, before Diana finally finished. They were both yawning, but still talking eagerly; Gerry asking questions after question; and Diana answering them. "Gee Diana, you're smart!" Gerry said as they finally separated for bed. "Oh I just like exciting stories." Diana said. Another night, Diana was telling Gerry a story about amazons, when he suddenly asked. "Diana, is it true, uh you know, do Amazon's only like other Amazons? I mean, I know there are some girls who only like other girls. You know what I mean." "What's the matter, are you afraid Wonder Woman only likes other Amazons?" Diana asked. She didn't say it snottily though, but sympathetically. "Do you think she is like that?" Gerry asked seriously. "Would it bother you, if she was?" Diana asked equally seriously. "In a way I guess. I wouldn't think less of her for it, though. There were two ladies who lived together next door to us when my mother got sick, Miss Ada and Miss Florrie. They were both really great. They helped Mom with shopping and stuff and were always bringing food over. My Mom sorto' told me that they were like that. She said it isn't anybody's business, what other people do, as long as they didn't hurt anyone else. What's important is whether they're good people or not." "You're Mother was a very wise woman, Gerry." Diana said sympathetically. "Yeah she was!' Gerry answered and looked away a second. Then added: "It would be kind of sad though, if you knew Wonder Woman couldn't like you, even though I know there isn't a snowball's chance for Wonder Woman to like me anyway." "Oh, you never know!" Diana smiled. "If she ever met you, I bet she'd like you as much as I like you. Anyway, I expect Amazons are pretty much like other women. Some of them, but not too many, only like other Amazons, as you put it. Most of them might be attracted to boys, but if there weren't any around, some of them might find substitutes. That's true of men too. It even happens on Navy ships." "Yeah I know." Gerry said. "I overheard Dad talking about it to another Marine Sergeant, once. My Dad said he didn't give a Damn what other people did, but it was bad for discipline." "My Mother is always saying things like that, too." Diana replied, and then added with a guilty giggle. "And sometimes, I even wondered which one she liked." She went on quickly to another topic. "Then of course, there might be some Amazons who just take care of the problem by themselves." Gerry looked at Diana dumbly, for a moment, until the light dawned. "Ohh, do girl's do that, I thought only boys..." Then his face got red. "Not that I',,," He stammered. Diana immediately felt sorry for his embarrassment. She patted his hand. "Oh don't get so upset, most everyone's done it, one time or another. I have too!" She admitted and she looked down at the kitchen table and her face was almost as pink as Gerry's "Oh, then you're not .." "Not what?" Diana asked. "Like one of those Amazons that like other Amazons, you mean. Would it bother you if I was, too? Or did you think I was one?" "Well you do live alone, and you dress kinda deliberately plain, the way Miss Ada and Miss Florrie did." By now Diana was flushing even more deeply then Gerry had a moment before. "Well even if I did like other girls, I might do it anyway, if there were no girls available. Actually though, I like boys!" Diana said. She hesitated a second and then taking a deep breath went on. "I did try the other way once, if you must know. I had a friend named Silvia. She was my best friend, from the time we were little girls. I didn't have any sisters or brothers, and I loved her just like a sister. We told each other every secret we had. She loved me too, but when we got old enough to think about these things, I realized it wasn't like a sister. She was so sad that I didn't love her the same way, that I finally let her do some things to me that she wanted to do. You don't need to know the details." Diana interjected. "Anyway, the things she did were kind of nice, but it really wasn't what I was looking for. In some ways it wasn't even as much fun as solving the problem myself. It was nice, though, to share it with her. When she found out I still didn't love her that way, it made it harder for us to be so close. She finally found a girl who loved her, her way. I was happy for her, and in a way kind of relieved. I still love Silvia and I've come to love her friend almost as much, but I've always missed being able to tell someone everything. Of course, I guess tonight I've told you just about every personal secret I have." Diana added sheepishly. Later alone in bed Diana thought. "Well, Big Mouth, you really spilled the beans tonight. Gee, he is such a nice kid though, I really trust him, and I get so lonely here, sometimes. If I'm not careful, though, I may really let the cat out f the bag." Gerry usually slept later than Diana, because he didn't have to be on his corner, until the early edition of the afternoon paper came out. One morning though, he half woke up and looked sleepily up from the couch. Diana was just going through the adjacent hallway, from her room to the bathroom. Her raven black hair was hanging loose down her back, and she didn't have her glasses on. She must have just finished her inevitable, hour long morning exercises because her skin was pink and glowing. Gerry blinked in astonishment. "Why she's gorgeous!" He thought in amazement. Diana started to yawn, and covered her mouth prettily, then disappeared into the bathroom. Gerry pinched himself to stay awake, until the bathroom door opened again. When Diana came out her hair was pulled back in a tight, unbecoming bun, she had on her thick glasses, and she was the Diana he was used to. "I hadn't oughta' have spied on her like that!" Gerry thought guiltily. "Geez, though, maybe I was dreaming but Diana looked as beautiful as Wonder Woman." It was two nights later that Gerry saw a robbery across the street from his paper corner. He darted behind a mail box and watched. Just then, he saw Diana's tall figure come in sight. "Oh heck, she'll be right in the line of fire! How can I warn her?" Gerry agonized desperately, knowing the kindly, plain-faced girl had come to mean more to him than anyone living. The sharp-eyed Diana suddenly saw what was happening, though. Glasses or no glasses, her night vision was incredible. She darted into an alley. Gerry saw a flash of light from the alley. Then, a moment later Wonder Woman charged out of the same alley. "Holy cow! Either I'm completely nuts, or Diana really is Wonder Woman!" Gerry muttered. The discovery didn't surprise him the way it would have before he'd come to know Diana, though. In a way it made sense. Gerry remained hidden, watching in awe, as the incredible Amazon Princess sped down the block, to the scene the robbery . With hardly a second's hesitation, she pulled a gleaming lariat from the golden belt around her slim, taut waist, and used it to rapidly capture and subdue the stickup man. He didn't even have time to use his gun. Gerry watched until the police arrived. Wonder Woman turned the criminal over to them. They put the criminal in the squad car and took the victim along too, to make a statement at the station house. After they were gone, when Wonder Woman was alone, she quickly retraced her steps to the alley. She looked both ways and then went into it. Gerry saw the same, odd flash of light, again. Several moments later, Diana peeked around the corner of the alley. Seeing no one in sight, she walked nonchalantly onto the sidewalk and down the street. Just then Gerry came out from behind he mailbox. Diana gave a startled look when she saw him. For a second, there was a half-guilty look on her face, but then she broke into a broad smile of recognition. When she reached him, Diana said. "Oh Gerry, you're still here. Thank goodness you're O. K.! I saw a robbery across the street there, and hid in the alley down the street until it was over. Those things really scare me." "Oh you missed it then!" Gerry said, still excited. It was still hard for him to accept Diana as Wonder Woman and he started to tell her about the robbery. "It was great! Wonder Woman was there. She caught the robber. I was hiding behind the mail box, here. I saw it all." Diana looked at her young friend speculatively. "Did she have her invisible plane?" She asked innocently. "I didn't see that." Gerry answered. It was more like she was walking in the neighborhood. She came out of that alley down the street. At first I though it was the alley you were in, but it must have been the one next to it, huh?" Gerry looked over at her and smiled shyly. "Must have been!" Diana answered, with another grin, grateful that Gerry was giving her time to think out all the ramifications of telling him everything. Deep down she wanted to kick herself for being so careless. She was deeply worried about the danger the knowledge might put Gerry in. 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