Ruby has been extra on edge lately, and me teasing her about being the better wedgie-giver is the final straw. Our brief simultaneous wedgie tussle solves nothing, of course. So I do what I do best—piss her off until she’s ready to explode by using a word I know she loathes. This time, though, I give her one free pass to do whatever she needs to do to get out her aggression and prove that she’s got what it takes to take me on in our wedgie clips. She puts me through my paces working toward an atomic wedgie, I have to admit, but it’s the hanging wedgie that sealed her victory. And the brat stuck a pair of stinky underwear from our workout on my head while I was suspended in the doorway, to top it all!