I’m a wriggler. Whenever we play together I squirm and wriggle away. Deep down I know the effect that has on my partner but I’m forever being told off for it whilst he’s trying to create a masterpiece on me.
On this particular occasion he sternly told me to ‘stop moving because it’s cracking’. I could resist turning to him with a cheeky grin and saying ‘what, my arse? Yea, I know’! Who said play was supposed to be serious?