I couldn't move, could barely breathe. I was paralyzed. Hypnotized. Mesmerized. I think I was in shock at first. He stood right in front of me and the corner of his mouth was ever so slightly inclined towards a smile. Or was it? Was I imagining it? Hmmm I wasn't sure. I'll just call his bluff.
I smiled broadly and lifted an eyebrow in questioning. "Oh really?"
His recovery was remarkable and I was impacted by the speed at which his mind ran - so unbelievably fast. Crap, I'm so out of my league here.
{Non-repeatable stuff}... "Yes! Really"
I faded my smile slightly, narrowing my eyes to slits, pursed my lips while crossing my arms. "I don't believe you have the balls!"
That last sentence was totally a blunder on my part and I probably should have phrased it somewhat less as an attack or challenge. Essentially at that point I knew I had dug my own grave. Metaphorically of course. Image Source
What happened next was just a flurry of movement and I lost my breath along the way. I don't recall what happened first - him moving his hands or him moving me - physically - it was kind of a blur. I wasn't exactly caught off-guard either because I had brought this upon myself.
The next thing I knew, I was on the bed and the blankets were shoved ontop of me, then what felt like a gazillion pillows thumping down one after the other... I raised my hands covering my face while emitting the faintest
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laughter
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I couldn't really help it. It was funny although he was taking this so seriously! My laughing wasn't helping my situation at all.
The pillows ceased a-piling, silence - absence... and then BAMMM
On my bum! He freaking got me on the bum the bastard. "Ouch! F*%k!" He had conveniently left that non pillow covered. Strategic as always. I should have known but I was too busy laughing.
While I was still slightly chuckling and rubbing my poor derriere, he sneakily crept up to me, softly planting a kiss on my cheek while rubbing my recently assaulted padding, whispering "I'm sorry babe, but I couldn't resist", handing me the nerf and safety glasses. Shot me one dead straight look with a gleam in his eye and then - he was gone...
And that's how the nerf war started.
And that's how the nerf war ended.
The challenge was answered ... he did have the balls - and he proved it.