“You’re playing with fire.” Then she went and jabbed her finger into my gut. I laughed and dodged away when she came at me again. “Woman,” I warned. “Don’t poke me.” With a playful laugh, she charged. “Don’t be such a baby. I like it when you poke me.” As I caught her and imprisoned her arms, I threw my head back and roared with laughter.” HumourPunOreline Book:A Perfect Ten Source: A Perfect Ten