Pull

“Just. Pull or something!” Rachel said in a panic. I began tugging as hard as I could as Rachel tried to walk away, but my hand was stuck firm.

“We’re not making any progress here.” I told her as if she couldn’t figure it out herself, “there must be some trick to this that we don’t know.”

Rachel’s face then became a deep crimson as she avoided eye contact with me, “W-well. I do have. One theory.” She began to explain, “see. After I couldn’t get my hands apart I got kinda. Excited. And, umm, I wanted to. Satisfy my excitement.”

Rachel’s face was getting more and more red with every word, and as what she was saying clicked in my head, my face also became incredibly red. “A-are you suggesting. It only comes off after we. You know.”

“That’s the only thing I did before my hands came apart!” She shouted at me with her back turned, even though she didn’t have much of a choice given our situation.