“Uh-huh, sure, good move, but what about this?” I say as I smack his ass. “Look out, the saw-hand is coming. Brrrrrrr-ummmmm.” I start chopping at his back repeatedly, gaining some ground with every pound. “Little to the left,” he says. “Yes, right there.” I pause. “This isn’t a massage. These are my deadly weapons.” I chop at him again. “Feels like a massage,”
