The fight

Working in the office sending out bills she reached into my shorts which tested my will. When I reached up deep into her shirt the war got bigger as well as quite curt. Twirling and spinning into the hall when suddenly we stopped; we'd damaged a wall. We hurled each other to the floor with a thump! Imagine my suprise when I was grabbed by the rump! Tumbling and rolling to the top of the stair, about to go down I grabbed for her hair. And over we went to the bottom most mat. Ending with roughly a giggle-gasp-splat. We rested a spell, then continued our itching we cleared all the counters around the huge kitchen. We busted our table and broke a few chairs. Our rumle was minus all savoir-faire. We knocked over lamps broke glass on the floor, then I took her outside until the moon hollered no more.