Master slapped me. So in a rare moment of sheer stupidity, and without hesitation, I hauled off and punched Him (with not even a quarter of my strength. I value my life!) in the thigh.

He punched me back.

“Don’t hit me back!” Then He punched me again. “OW! That was a charlie horse!”

I started giggling. “That was the point.”

He punched me again. “Want me to give you a charlie horse?”

I  laughed harder and shifted to protect my legs. “NO! You’re way meaner than I am!”

“You’re damn right.”

I could hear the pride in His voice. And I, of course, laughed harder.