Men can’t understand the threat a woman might feel from a simple touch.
Our teachers and female classmates were horrified that a group of strange men held up three young girls in a dead end alley. For our male classmates, however, I couldn’t have told a funnier joke.
He says, “Don’t make me hit you.” He may be ’roided out, judging from his Jose Canseco-like biceps. “Go ahead,” I hiss. “Show everyone on this street what a gentleman you are.”