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THE ARMBAR

He had dinner in Sandra’s Sushi Bar and drinks in Bloody Mary’s Cocktail Bar. He drank one too many and went home singing “The Wild Rover”. Then he came across a place called The Armbar and decided to go in. An armbar, he learned, was an unique experience unlike anything he had ever tried before. And that for just $250 an hour!
That’s like giving it away for free, he sheered enthusiastically. Give me a double portion!
And so he met Barbara, a wonderful young Lady with deep blue eyes, blond hair and a killer smile. She told him to lay down on his back. You’re my kinda girl, he laughed and started singing again (“Happy Days Are Here Again”). She put one leg across his chest, the other across his face, grabbed his wrist and secured his arm between Her legs. She applied some pressure and he produced some screams. The Happy Days came crumbling down. He tried to fight himself out of Her grip, but he didn’t stand a chance.
Don’t fight it, She said, embrace it!
It hurts!!! he wailed, tapping out in a hurry. The pain was excruciating and he feared She would break his elbow.
The door opened and a second Lady entered the room.
Meet Barbarella, Barbara said, She will take care of your other arm.
No, no, no, he panicked, that’s not -ah-ah-ah!! OK! OK! If you insist!
It was an experience of a lifetime alright, but not something he would ever want to go through again. No, nay, never. No, nay, never, no more!

MY FINEST HOUR

When I was younger, I used to play fight a lot. I loved it, became obsessed and addicted and craved for more and more. Alas, puberty put an end to this and it made me feel utterly miserable. It felt like being fucked up the ass by a Cold Turkey, one might say. I tried everything to get a shot of happiness and it took me more than a year to convince, persuade and bribe Eve to put me in a headlock.
I’m so sure, I teased, that you can’t hold me down.
And so, after giving Her my money, She told me to lay down on the grass. I almost teared up between my legs when She wrapped one arm around my head and squeezed me in a tight headlock. Her face was so close to mine that I could feel the warmth of Her breath on my face. Then She placed my left arm in an armlock and squeezed. Holy Moses, I didn’t see that one coming! I erupted in pain and tapped out quickly.
Don’t move, or I will hurt you a lot more, She said.
I tested that theory two or three times, and learned She was right. So I gave up struggling and lay there helpless and unable to move. It didn’t seem to take Her any effort at all to keep me down, which made it even more special. I was in Heaven, and looking back on my teenage years, I can honestly say this was my finest hour.