I flew head over heels until I smacked into the wall.I flew head over heels until I smacked into the wall. I collapsed to the floor and lay flat on my back, gasping for breath. Joanne walked over and straddled me in a schoolboy pin, holding my shoulders down solidly on the mat. "I win the first fall; don't you agree?" she asked with a smile. I nodded and tried to regain my breath while Joanne got up and stood over me. Slowly I got to my feet, my legs shaking. I had never encountered such strength before. "Time for the second fall," said Joanne. I tried to back away, but Joanne quickly closed the distance between us and enveloped my head with one sinewy arm. She flipped me over her hip, and I found myself again with my back against the mats. This time, though, Joanne retained her headlock and stayed on top of me. Joanne was squeezing hard, and I felt the side of my face go numb where her forearm pressed against it. "Want to give?" she asked. "No," I managed to grunt. "God, you're a stubborn little wimp. You'd better give. If you don't, I'm going to have to squeeze you a little harder." I thrashed my lower body around, trying to dislodge Joanne, but the big, powerful girl ignored my struggles and maintained her grip. |