We both drop to the mats—-me with a bit more of a controlled fall, really just rolling backwards onto my back. Your body, however, becomes airborne for a moment, flipping over mine and landing with a crash onto your back. I’m expecting daze, stupor, paralysis? OK, maybe not paralysis. But before I can even sit up, your arms are stretching over your head, those greedy fingers tangling in my beautiful hair. You give it a mighty pull, and my face scrunches up in pain as my hands fly above my head to pry yours away—-but you release one hand quickly. I start to paw at the hand still tangled in my hair, but am actually startled as your face appears right above mine, glaring down at me, upside down. Your hand grabs my chin and yanks my head back by the chin and hair, and you ask, “Figured it out yet?” Truly, I have no idea what you’re talking about, and my face must show it, so you explain with a sneer, and then lower your head, licking my face from chin to cheek—-just to show your current advantage. “Gross…” I hiss, “Did you have tuna for lunch, or dog food?” But you seem not to enjoy my humor, as your fist slams down on my chest, pancaking my right breast! “Ohhhhhh…” I moan, trying to roll, but unable to do as you still have my head pinned to the mat. I cover my chest with my left arm, my right hand trying to pry your fingers off my chin.
