Everyone has their own lines they won't cross. Or have to be dragged across.
As you put my wrists in a vise, I find out one of yours. And it's a bit of a surprise. This is a woman who, in previous meetings, had no problems trying to arouse and distract me. That grapevine... OWWWWWWWWWW as your nails dig into my wrists ... that she's so happy to talk about took place in a BEDROOM, for crying out loud.
In an odd way, I can respect it. Take the power for yourself, YOU determine how and when you use your body... all that self-empowerment stuff. Right on, sister... UMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFF
I could, if your hips didn't smack up into mine and take a bit of air out of me by smacking ME in a sensitive area.... but that's the purpose here isn't it... and I get an object lesson in self-determination as you twist and shove me off to the side, into the grass myself.. call it a #MeToo moment, then, as I draw my knees up and get my legs between our bodies... so I can extend them and kick you away from me!
"Don't start games if you don't want to play them, GIRL!"