Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27303410-20180211021124/@comment-36855838-20190726160037

"You want me to admit that?"

She moves, then swuaks out an embarassed "yes."

She must have nodded.

I twist a little, and then writhe out of her grip, slipping through her arms and clambering onto her back.

She tries to reach me, but her bulky muscles get in her way.

"Of course, Madeline, of course! I'm far too weak, and nimble, to claim otherwise!"

I lick my finger, and trace the edge of her ear.

She growls, and swats ineffectually, bending her back and shaking about.

I climb higher, getting my legs around her neck.

Wiping my finger off on my shirt, I deliver the ultimate blow!

"Scritch-scratch, itchy patch!"

Her arms go limp, and she topples to the floor, I jump free, rolling to a crouch.

I slink my way over to her, and continue to scratch gently at her scalp, she coos and hums quietly in her deep voice.

"Further back."

"Yes ma'am!"