A question caught me by surprise-2

Apparently Jen was bored. Eh, what the hell. I needed a break anyway.
I counterattacked, reaching below my sister’s ribs to tickle her, one of my
go-to moves during our wrestling matches. Overpowering her wasn’t a
problem, but I preferred to subdue her by more tortuous means.

“Stop it!,” she squealed, giggling profusely. “You rat bastard, you
can’t open with that!”

“Strike first. Strike hard. No mercy,” I retorted, continuing my
assault.

“I don’t think this is what the Cobra Kai dojo had in mind,” Jennifer
whined.

“You rack disciprine,” I mocked in horribly exaggerated Engrish.

“****! ****!” Jen yelled through hiccups and giggles.

“Shhh! Someone might actually hear you, you know? Plus, I thought you
were supposed to yell ‘Fire?'” I admonished.

“Won’t they just think the building’s on fire?”

“Yeah, they kind of gloss over that part, don’t they?”

It was at the precise moment that I realized what a precarious position
we were in. Jennifer was on the floor, her legs wrapped around my pelvis
in a vain attempt to keep me at bay. She wasn’t trying to now. Our faces
were only inches apart.