Random reminder

Press, 3 February 1984, Page 26

Random reminder

DE LILA-BILITY The two-metre 180-kilogram sportsman was incredulous. His little sister was learning WHAT at the YMCA? Womanly survival skills? Ho ho ho. Would she care to demonstrate?

“Do your worst,” he chuckled. “You can’t hurt me.”

“Maybe, maybe not,” said his sister. “Come on, then.” he came in from behind with the twohanded fondle. “Owl” he said, as pain shot down his shin and up from the arch of his foot. “Ow!”

“Be grateful,” she said, “that I did it gently.” He pushed her away. She grabbed him, stayed upright, moved in close.

“Notice how vulnerable you are?” she whispered. “I could butt you, bite you, stab you with my car keys. I decide, not vou.”

“Let go!” he cried, shaking himself free.

“Try and kiss me,” she suggested. “No fear!” he said. She explained remorselessly what would happen if he did. “I’ll give it a miss this time round, thanks,” he said.

“Okay, then,” she said. “Interlace your hands. Ready?” The impact rocked him. "Wow,” he said.

“Think what THAT would have done if your hands had been anywhere else,” she smiled.

Big brother looked pale. Respect showed in his face. “Goodness,” said Mother. “What have you been doing?” “Just demonstrating a few facts of life to Samson here,” said sister. “Mind you -r this one is finding out the easy way.”