Hanna was more than just a little agitated. Her eyes were red. Her cheeks were flush. Her body was rigid with tension. We were wrestling. I was solidly kicking butt. Pinning her. Forcing her to submit. She was clearly frustrated. Almost sobbing. I felt sorry for her. So I let up a little. Allowed her to get on top of me.

She closed her hands around my wrists. Straddled my hips with her legs. Then pressed her chest down on mine. Effectively pinning my shoulders. The victory momentarily appeased her. She laughed in my face. But she wasnt able to pin me again. I made a bet with her. If she could pin me twice. Id let her stay here with me. If she couldnt pin me twice. She had to leave. She packed up and left this morning. Its silly. I kind of miss her now.

We had fun yesterday. After wrestling we went shopping. Then I bought a bottle of Bacardi. My first legal purchase. We came back here. Mixed some rum and cokes. Reminisced about our childhood. Remembering days filled with dolls and coloring books. A time when things werent so complicated.

Lizzy just called. She told me Hanna made it home. The folks were not pleased. They convinced her to go back. She finally agreed. After they threatened to take her car away. So shes going back next week. Dad is going to call the school. Straighten things out.

Damn. Im trying to remember this dream. I was dreaming it before Lizzy called. It was a good dream. I was pinned to the ground. Struggling to break free. There was someone on top of me. It was a woman. She was wearing a black body suit. She had huge breasts. Strong thighs. She immobilized me. Then forced me to look at her.

I know who she was. But I cant remember now. Its on tip of my tongue. Im thinking maybe Sharon Stone. Or maybe Jodie Foster. She kissed me. Whispered that everything was going to be alright. Thats when the phone rang.