When i was rolling over that glassplate in Summer of 69 i grabbed one of those polive playsets (including baton). He was trying to beat her, as she was yelling for her collegues to get help. Her screaming increased to a certain point and the full length of the baton nearly missed her.
Blood was all over the wall with ninja books, the one i was looking at layed flat on the floor.
As she was showing interes for the cover and realized to tuck and protect her head with her crossed fingers, me had to jump several times, because i was way to little to reach over her massive body.
She finally convinced me to stop and step back and as if that wouldnt be enough, in this moment some colleges across the store arrived. My grandparents followed and everyone seems to have somethin in hands. Parts of vakuum cleaners and stuff from a bbq set, but just if i remember correctly.
Policemen followed short after and he seems to be relieved that they took him in finally.
Have never seen him again since.

This story was somewhat out of my head for ages, till that day i met her.

But first things first: In the morning i was hearing terrible sounds from, what i later learned was outside.
First i was locating the sound coming from the cellar so i did went down the stairs looking for the source.
I realized i left the window half open for that smell to decrease and there was that kitten infront the window.
As i was moving into the building my employer did gave me for a really cheap rent, everything was still chaotic and unorganised.
Boxes i brought and leftover stuff from work and storage of that mostly.
Trying to step up on them to reach for the window felt to complicated, so i just backed out the room, went upstairs again, through the shop and out the automatic doors. 
There it was, or she. Meowing increased as it realised i was standing right on her roof. 

Removing the old fine meshed light well grid wasn too easy, i tried several tools to do so. Finally it came off and i could reach inside. Big mistake, meowed the kitten and left several marks on my hand and forearm.
Getting it out, i just kicked that mesh back and took her thru the shop and up the stairs into the kitchen.
Serving her milk made a huge progress in our short relationship and i celebrated that with my own breakfast.
At that time in the past, scrolling down the internet wasnt rocket science, instead youd find the "missing cat" post unfar from your starting page.
It was from a mother of three kids and two cats and about one missing kitten from the latter.

Checking the clock made me aware that im a long sleeper and quite a slow learner, 5 minutes from having to work i figured "having your puss here, she loves me" must do for the moment. So sending it and jumping into my overall i managed to fly down the stairs just in time for work.
Charleen, in charge for the clothes and aware of my holy morning routine gave me the first coffee from my favorite mug noone else is allowed to touch but sadly some tasks to solve as well.

Rushing to the backdoor, greeting our deliverance guy, helping him unload the lorry "real quick" and putting all stuff in the way should have shown that im kinda busy and at least engaged to look hard-working but unusually didnt kept Charleene from screaming my name.
So i went, slowly but steady leaving my collegue doing all the work, what clearly was mainly sitting on a box in the corner alone, drinking coffee and advising my freshmans ass all the time knowing better..., back towards the Front Desk. Have to elevate that a little, cause there clearly went on war.

Ill just give you excerpts, otherwise id have to make this blog private as the following private pictures gallery including the media too:
should learn faster, be reasonable with others, foul mouth AND giving me the finger infront of a growing crowd of housewifes either coming in to buy clothing or enyoying the show. Being able to print out half the internet was clearly a good intention from her, but mentioning her daughter would turn 21 in a couple of days so i wasnt to speak about her like that. And of course not in public! maybe wasnt.

Made me self esteemed enough to try and smile at her politely and stating that had to be her kitten i was referring too, with a little hint on her post on her paper. It was Cindy L. on the radio that moment you got shown from dictionaries nowerdays when searchmachining for SILENCE.

Charleene wasn herself if not souvereign, so she asked me: upstairs? but she, the blonde haired (toned maybe?) mother with little darker skin in front of me was heading towards the stairway door quicker. Her name was Alice and i should comfort her gently. Strict orders are strict orders me thought, didnt avoid eye contact with Charleene and this time rocketed to catch the already closing door behind Alice. 

Wasnt to necessary i told me, seeing her kneeling on approximatly the 4th step. Faced away from me she might or may have not noticed that i was pulling on the doorhandle to close behind me quicker than automatic. Dont get me wrong, im a man and as such i always assess and manage situations with ease and authority.

But not thistime, this time the hero was just staring at her ass.

It was slightly wiggling and my cognition was swaying from her nearly surpressed whinin, that wiggling cheeks under that petrol and white dotted lightweight fabric and some bent legs i normally would have drawn pictures from for several months.
Feeling guilty made me aware that i was wearing the warehouse camera around my neck, and since i was moving, was most certainly set on record right now.
Lucky me was interfered by her asking "what to do" which in fact was more than a little bit hard to understand because of her sobbing and crying.