For a few minutes we seemed to be evenly matched. But as our struggle wore on, my superior strength and stamina began to tell. "What's the matter honey?" I teased when I felt his grip begin to weaken," is a girl too strong for you?" He redoubled his efforts but - poor baby - fell short of the mark. I was simply too strong for him; and the harder I squeezed, the weaker he became. Lots of head & body scissors, grapevines and pins. Link to Website