Second round

I take a short break on the carpet, while he stands up and offers his hand. For a moment, I wonder if accepting my opponent's hand would somehow rub deeper into my already shameful defeat. Probably not, I realize. I just challenged him and got manhandled. Nothing would change that. But it's not over, I still have energy left and some cards to play. I take his hand, jumping up, ready for another round. "Probably it's enough mommy...", Anna says, understanding my intention. "Well, for me it's the same. We wrestled just briefly, and probably your mother wasn't that ready...", the guy replies, starting to unbutton his shirt. "Sorry ma'am, I'm sweating a bit. Do you mind if we do the next round shirtless?" he asks, finally displaying his upper body. I am petrified. From his shape, I guessed that he was lean and slim. That's why his strength surprised me. But that was a huge misperception caused by the shirt's size and the guy's height. In fact, the opposite is real. His shoulders are broad and even broader than I thought. They might appear so large because his chest is so large and well defined. Lowering my eyes I notice that his abs is not painted in a thin six-pack sculpture as I had imagined, but is somehow relaxed, giving a general outlook of body mass to the overall upper section. He's shaved and that highlights the shape of each rocky muscle.

My peripheral vision suggests I pay attention to his arms and his swollen biceps that were naturally bulging, but I cannot help but lower my glance further and reach his naked feet. An unfamiliar sensation overwhelms me, one of complete inferiority and defeat. A batch of weird thoughts are whirling in my mind; "I am overpowered. This young man, who is almost a boy, is stronger than me. I was the one in charge. I am the one who loves beating men up. This is my house. Now I lost it all and my daughter, who knows how dominant I am, is witnessing my humiliation. I need to kiss his long feet if I want to avoid another wrestling lesson. It's harsh as it is, but the alternative is painful and not less humbling. He will ask for that and I will oblige, despite my daughter watching. Maybe I could just kiss another part of his body........". "Mom??", my daughter says, breaking the spell, "Do you want to go through another round or not? We are waiting...". I force a smile. "Oh no my darling, your friend here is quite strong and I'm tired. Another time. Promised. You can get dressed, my dear". John seems a bit disappointed, but Anna looks happy. "Good! We can get back to dinner...", "Yes", I reply, "Just get back to dinner!". "I was pulling back anyways...", the guy gloats, watching me. "I know...", I almost whisper, closing my eyes and fleeing from that alluring bastard.