“Bollocks!”
“You okay?” Tom Alan was straddling Milo more than lying atop him. It was one of those practiced falls he’d gotten good at, because of how important it was that a guy as big as he was never make full contact with a girl as small as Erika.
Milo smiled. “Par for the course, mate. Though I’m usually the top.”
Tom Alan smiled, too. He struggled upright, freeing his hand with a yank that displaced Milo’s pants. “Sorry.” He stared at bare buttocks.
“S’alright.” Milo stood “It’s just me bum, now.”
A nice one, Tom Alan thought, blushing. “Nana korobo ya oki?”
“Wha-s at mean?” Milo asked.
“Fall down seven times, get up eight.”
He almost smiled at Tom Alan. “We’ll see about that.”
“Shake it off and regroup. Again!” Mrs. Mischen said sternly.
* * * *
After another two grueling
