What is it with me? I'm not 25 any longer. I am twice that. But,I think about it even more. My prize. pinching, pulling, biting, bringing her to the edge of the cliff, holding her there by only a strand of hair. Pushing her off and watching the free fall. The look in her eye. And being there at the bottom to catch her. Wipe away the tear and the fear. Only to make her climb back up the cliff naked, but this time much higher