I am sneaking up on you. From behind. You have no idea I am there. I come closer, walking silently and stealthily. You are humming a little tune, sitting quietly, absorbed in your thoughts.
I am almost up to you. I reach out. At the last moment you sense my presence, but it is too late.
SNATCH.
GRAB.
I have you wrapped up in my arms.
You struggle, but not seriously. You are half afraid of me, half excited by me.
I frog-march you to the closet. Holding you tightly with my left arm I reach around you to open the closet door with my right hand. It is fortunate that you are so slim. You squeal and squirm, but you do not kick or bite.
So far we have been silent. Now I speak. "This will cool your temper," I say as I push you into the closet. I push firmly, almost hard, but I know that the thickly packed coats will cushion you so you will not be hurt.
Before you can react I slam the closet door shut and lock it. I hear a wail "how long are you going to leave me locked in here?" I do not reply, but leave you locked up while I head downstairs to make a cup of coffee.
P.S. If you think I'm going to lock Neocon up with you, you're nuts. First, he might hurt me. Second, leave him alone in a closet with a gorgeous woman, and who knows what would happen! Or, rather, I DO know what would happen, and I am consumed with jealousy. I should set that up??? |
