How did that happen?

You know, the day after a good yanking was pretty interesting. This is the way it would go. Of course, I was a bad girl. Bad Tracy. I get out of bed, get ready for work, and what do you know?...bruises on my arm in the shape of finger marks. 'Look what you did.', I would say. 'I didn't think I grabbed you that hard.', he'd say. End of that.

The day after a poking during a lecture was just as good. Of course, I was in need of correction. Bad Tracy. I get out of bed, get ready for work, and what do you know?...a bruise on my chest in the shape of a finger. 'Look what you did.', I would say. 'I didn't think you would bruise that easily.', he'd say. End of that.