So far the pain in my head and face was bad, but bearable.So far the pain in my head and face was bad, but bearable. I used my arms to try and break her headlock, but couldn't move her arm. Joanne laughed, then said, "Aww, is that the best you can do? It's still early, and you aren't even strong enough to move one of my arms! What's it going to be like when you get tired?" I tried again to shake her off, but she was too strong. I was finally able to twist my head around until I could see Joanne's face. Her weight pinned me solidly to the mat, and her mighty arms encircled my head. She looked down into my face. "You probably should give up this fall now," she said. "If you do, wave one of your arms. I know you can't talk right now." She was right. With her arm locking my jaw and her breast crammed against my mouth, I couldn't even grunt. Again I tried to free my head from its prison. "OK, Baby," Joanne said. "It's your funeral." I saw her face change, and could see the muscles ripple in her neck and shoulders as she tightened her grip. The pain was unbelievable! I had thought she was bluffing when she'd threatened to squeeze tighter, but now I realized that she had been using only part of her strength until now. I felt a terrible pressure around my head, and thought that my skull might crack! My vision blurred, and I saw fireworks going off! I couldn't believe that any woman was this strong. Suddenly, blissfully, the pressure abated somewhat. I saw Joanne's lips move, and seemed to hear the words from far away. "If you want to give, Sweetie, wave your arm." I weakly waved an arm, and she released my aching head and stood up. I lay there for at least five minutes. I was vaguely aware that Joanne left the room briefly. When I sat up, she had changed into a bikini top that matched the pants she wore. She was holding a glass of water and a small bottle. "Headache?" she asked with mock sympathy. "Here, have some aspirin." I gratefully swallowed two of the pills and washed them down. I then got to my feet and wobbled around for a while. Joanne leaned against a wall with a superior smile on her pretty lips. I noticed that she had not even started to sweat. Her muscular arms were crossed across her thick chest as she watched me struggle to walk upright. |