“Nick,” he said. “I think I’m going to need you to bite my arm.” “I think I’m going to need you to run that by me again.” — Brigid Kemmerer Copy Share Image
“I see Christina, emerging, chewing and sticky-fingered, between two panels of the tent. Partly out of bravado and partly in order to test what will happen, I bite her on the arm as hard as I can” — Kathy Page Copy Share Image
