Before we make it to the lobby, I decide that if Nathan can touch my butt, then I can touch his. I scrunch my nose then move my finger and thumb toward his butt cheek with the intent to pinch the daylights out of him so he’ll put me down. The first attempt, however, is unsuccessful. He only laughs and flexes his rock-solid glute, making it so there’s no padding I can grab to inflict damage.
