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So I quickly flipped on Jocko to cover my bases, and hit the sack hard. I was awakened by Jocko telling tales of Ramadi in my cabin in the woods. He was touching me for emphasis.
I was leaning on him while listening.
At one point, while he was talking, he lifted me up from behind, clasped his mitts around my ribcage and lifted me to the ceiling about three times. I was squealing with delight.
pipe up any time....
