Baby Face Jack's Biggest Fight

"Oh! I would love that Honey, but are you up to it? We had better wait a few days before we try that. I want you back in tip-top shape for some serious loving. We are falling way behind in our loving."

Several nights later, they went to their favorite dance club after a nice dinner. Jack was very proud of the way Sandy looked in a black silk chiffon and lace dress that came down to just above her knee. She wore gold strappy sandals with 4 inch heels. She looked absolutely stunning. The Maître de recognized Jack and he showed them to a front reserved table.

They danced several slow dances; Sandy did not want him jarring his nose on a fast dance. A large handsome young man asked her to dance with him. She smiled, "Thank you, but I am with my Boyfriend and I do not want to leave him."

"Oh, come on, I can see you want to dance this number. You are moving your shoulders to the music." She looked at Jack.

He smiled, "Go ahead Sweetie, just remember who brung ya."

Sandy returned after a second dance with the tall young man. The man said, "Thank you for the dances." Sandy did not even look at him. She smiled at Jack, "Let's go home now, please!" The other man turned and walked away. Jack stood and held Sandy's chair as she got up. They walked to the door. Jack talked to the Maître de and gave him a nice tip. They walked toward where they had parked the car.

Four large men stepped out of the shadows in front of them. Jack pushed Sandy behind him. He said, "Excuse us please we would like to get by."

"Sorry shrimp, we want to dance and party with your girlfriend, so you get out of our way or you'll get your little ass kicked."

"Yes, Sir, help yourself. But first, look, you are standing in dog shit." The man glanced down and was completely unprepared for the hard fist that caught him in the solar plexus. He dropped to his knees and fell forward on his face. Jack twisted to his right and kicked out high with his left foot. The blow caught second man in the chest and sent him flying back to land hard on his ass. His head flopped back and hit the asphalt with a whop. Jack advanced toward the remaining two men. They looked at each other, turned and ran the other way.