We were both pretty much completely dry by the end.
I didn’t get the other towel, as he held the one towel around me and maneuvered himself so fluidly to counter my steps and moves.
Like a kid, I ended up wanting the other towel more than the one on me, because that was the bigger challenge.
I tried going under his arms, around them, around and under at the same time. Turning in his arms so he didn't have a good grip of me. Tickling him so he would let me go. Pinching his n*****s, which had his solider start to pay attention again rather than help me.
Nothing worked, but I got a big boisterous laugh out of him.
I swear it made me feel lighter than I had in ages, even before the excitement of the vacation.
I refused to stop and think about that as I continued my losing battle.
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