lips. “Some fragile, porcelain doll?” Then I proceed to kick the rope off my ankles. I’m unsuccessful. Chad, with a belt of laughter, pounces on me and proceeds to wrap the rope around my legs. As I feebly (and laughingly) try to fight him off, the rope monster Chad’s weaving around my body soon takes claim of my arms too, binding them against my sides. Then, faster than I’d ever expected, he’s got me bound up tight. Chad straddles my chest, his knees pressed to the dirt on either side of my head, and the
