The following story may contain descriptions of sex and violence. If you are offended by this or if you are under the legal age of consent in your country do not read on. (c)JIM P 1996

“For two risings of the moon, we tracked the fall of the war goddess. She blazed a trail of fire across the dark heavens in her chariot. Descending to the hills in the East, she lit up the sky with all her glory.

We went in search of the goddess, fighting all those that came in our path. They fought us hard, they fought us well, but in the end all succumbed to the warriors of the tribe.

At last we came to the place where the goddess had came. All around the trees lay fallen and black as though she had smote them with her fists. The air burned hot with her breath, the goddess was near. Some of the warriors fell to their knees in fear, others fled like women. One-Eye and myself berated those who grovelled in the dirt. Forward we drove the warriors of the tribe onwards with our spears.”

“I’m sorry that’s as far as I’ve got so far” the balding white-haired man with glasses said as he looked up from his notes. Professor Maurice Dupont was an expert on ancient languages and a friend of Sir Humphrey Symthe- Jones. “It’s very archaic. Some of the symbols are almost illegible” he told us “at a guess I would say it dates from around 50 BC”. “How long will it take to decipher the rest?” I asked. “Oh, another hour or so I should imagine” he replied. I needed to stretch my legs and get a bit of fresh air.

I left the office and wandered along the corridors. Buying a cup of scalding hot coffee from a vending machine I went down the stairs and out into the courtyard of the historic university buildings. As I wandered around the campus I reflected over recent events, trying to make some sense of it all.

Due to a run-in with my mother in-law [JIMP#13], I had discovered a walled up area in the cellar of Bristledown Manor. With the help of Sir Humphrey’s bodyguard Mike, we opened up the wall and found a large trunk. Inside were a number of Indian looking artefacts, some manuscripts and an old leather bound diary bearing the gold embossed initials G.S.J.

“That would my great grandfather Lord Gerald Symthe-Jones. He was an explorer, you know, went to India during Queen Victoria’s reign” Sir Humphrey told us. One item immediately caught my eye, an ebony statue of an Indian goddess whose many hands held instruments of war. I had seen the same image on necklaces worn by at least three amazon women I had encountered. Sir Humphrey insisted on cataloguing the artefacts, he being somewhat of an avid collector. I drew his attention to the goddess but he confessed that he had never seen anything like it before. He also insisted that he have the privilege of being the first to read through the diary. I emphasised the need to keep this find to ourselves for the time being to avoid drawing unwanted attention.

Nevertheless, this manuscript caught our eye. It was undoubtedly the oldest written in some sort of Asian hieroglyph and also very fragile. I suggested that we should get this treated quickly before we handled it too much. Thus I found myself at Cambridge with Sir Humphrey and Mike while Professor Dupont treated the document and began the slow process of translation.

I returned to the courtyard and stood for a while gazing across it letting my mind drift before I returned to the professor’s stuffy office. Isn’t it funny how sometimes you can sense you are being watched?.

I turned around in time to catch sight of a mature woman, probably in her late 50s or 60s, and under 5 foot tall staring at me. She had a pale but heavily made up oval shaped face with a short slender nose and a small but firmly set mouth. Her short curly hair was dyed an auburn colour yet failed to conceal strands of grey. Her small sharp piercing grey eyes glared at me as if to chastise me from looking at her. Certainly she had something to look at, she wasn’t that bad looking and had a slender hourglass figure with a big chest that stuck out like two torpedoes in a tight low cut cream blouse, undoubtedly assisted by some ingenious invention of the lingerie industry.

She averted her gaze and entered the building. Although she was short, she tottered about on extremely high heeled shoes. Slender ankles rose from those shoes and tapered into power-packed balls of calve muscle. Each calve was graced with a deep diamond shaped cleft at the bottom and shone healthily enhancing their sensuality. I love women with muscular calves, I think they are so sexy. Unable to break the habit of a lifetime, I decided to follow her just so I could watch the double diamonds which stood like rocky outcrops on the backs of her legs. They bulged and flexed as she tottered ahead of me. I was unable to take my eyes off them.

She began to climb the stairs. I followed close behind, her well defined calves performing a sensual dance of power that called out to my loins. Her grey tight knee-length skirt clung to the backs of her legs as she climbed, giving the impression of strong tendons of the back of her legs. I wished that I could see the rest of her legs to see if there were as well muscled as her calves.

She reached the first floor and tottered off down the same corridor as the professor’s office. I had to slow down a bit since she seemed unable to move very fast with those high heels. The way she walked seemed strange, maybe it was the heels or maybe she was bow legged or something.

The woman disappeared into an office on the right. As I walked past, I stole a glance and saw her glaring at me. I walked on to the end of the corridor and back into the professor’s stuffy old office.

“From out of nowhere, the demons attacked. They were big, strong, built like warriors yet smooth skinned and with breasts like women. Many warriors faltered, were these women that were attacking us?, we cannot fight women. Their hesitation was their demise as the demons impaled them upon their spears. The she-devils fought like warriors yet seemed like women, what kind of devilry of the goddess was this?. I was fallen by a demon and we wrestled on the rocky ground. It’s smooth warm body and breasts tricked my loins, it’s strength was surprising.

Surely this was no woman, it’s arms were too thick and strong, almost a match for me the strongest of the tribe. The demon was tireless and skilful as we fought on the ground. Like a snake, the she-devil wrapped its huge legs about my waist and crushed me. It’s legs were as powerful as a stallions. I beat in vain at the monster as it’s beardless face laughed as it mighty thighs crushed me. I saw One-Eye as his head was devoured by the legs of another of the demons. I cried out to the gods, but none answered. The she-beast was too much for me and it crushed me into defeat.

A warrior should die in battle. Cruel are the gods. Alone I crawled like a worm to return to the tribe. Never again shall we go forth into the hills of the goddess. It is an evil place full of she-demons.”

“What does it mean?” Sir Humphrey asked. “No doubt some myth handed down through the generations until it got written down here” replied the Professor “some primitive tribe must have saw a falling meteorite and took it as a sign from the gods. They sent out a scouting party who got ambushed by another tribe”. “A tribe of amazons” I prompted. “I don’t think so” laughed the professor “a corruption in the tale as it came down through the centuries. Probably because the meteorite was associated with some goddess and the attackers appeared to come near where it fell, the primitives associated one with the other and thought they were being attacked by the goddess’s warriors. Through the years the association between warriors of the goddess became female warriors”.

For some reason I wasn’t convinced, the legend seemed too explicit on that score and I recalled the amazons I had encountered recently. I took out a photograph that I had taken of the statue we had found in the trunk and showed the professor. “Could this be the goddess?” I asked “an amazon goddess”. “Fascinating. Many early people had female warrior deities, Athena for example or the Valkyries. So I’m not all that surprised” the professor replied.

The professor wanted to run some tests on the manuscript to check its authenticity, its date and other things. I decided that it was time for another walk.

Leaving the office, I wandered along the corridor until I came to the vending machine. Putting in my money I made my selection: coffee, white, no sugar. Why is it that these machines give you boiling hot drinks in thin plastic cups that nearly burn a layer of skin off your fingers?.

I hung around the machine for a while allowing my drink to cool enough to be able to pick it up without the risk of second-degree burns. With cup in hand I wandered idly further down the corridor until I noticed a door marked “Departmental Office”. Risking a peak inside I found the woman I had seen earlier bending forward to put something in a filing cabinet. She had her back to me and so I had a marvellous view of those magnificent calves. As she bent forward, her skirt rose slightly giving me a glimpse of strong hamstrings. It was a very stimulating sight. Standing up, she turned around and saw me.

“What do you want?” she demanded. “I ur I was just admiring your calves” I told her “I think you’ve got beautifully muscled calves”. “A pervert eh?. Do you usually sneak up on women?” she replied. “N-No” I told her. “Find me attractive do you?” she asked in a stern no nonsense voice. “Ur well yes” I fumbled, actually she wasn’t too bad for her age however she was far too old for me but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.