As a female who has been self-conscious about her weight since THE THIRD GRADE, it's a nice feeling to know Man Friend can sling me around like a sack of potatoes.
That is to say until his shoulder is planted firmly into my stomach and my pleas for mercy errupt from my throat as grunts.
This display of manliness is also a clear indication that I could not take Man Friend is a fight. Ohhhh, no. Battle of wits? Maybe. Screaming match? Most definately. (I actually have no proof of this seeing how we've never BEEN in a screaming match, but I believe we are all WELL AWARE of the set of lungs I've got on me.) But Man Friend has shown himself to not shy away from biting, spanking, or generally molesting me back. And I can't exactly DEMAND clemency when I started it.
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