nonconsensual rubbing

My friend Rosa has been determined to give me a head massage. She says that other people adore it and feel that it reinvigorates them both emotionally and physically. I wasn't too keen on the idea, but I let her do it once. It didn't do much for me.

Last night, she gave me a hug after coming in from work, then proceeded to put her hands on my head. I tried to squirm out of it, but she was (as I said) determined. At the time, I was trying to read a book and eat, which I certainly couldn't do simultaneously while she had my skull in her grip. The food took a seat on the backburner.

I guess things would have commenced in such a way--Rosa with her hands so intent, me resigned--until we got to a point where she seemed to let up. I thanked her and said I wouldn't need any more. She said, "Give me three more minutes." She didn't really wait for an answer. Then she started breathing heavily and agitating her movement. That's when I had to put my foot down.

I explained to her later that I'd grown up in a church that conducted faith healing, and I was not a believer in it--in fact, I left that church when I was nine, with such ceremonies as one of the reasons for my apostasy.

There shall be no breathing on my scalp or laying on of hands unless it's by my significant other.