Posted by Deborah on 2/27/2002, 6:20 am

I'm quite surprised at the response to my initial account regarding my younger sister and I in physical combat...many of you have enquired if that was the conclusion of our fight that Friday night...the answer is a "No" unfortunately...but I'm mature enough to "talk about it" in our goings-on...more so due to Yolanda's step-daughter(Hazel) who has been quite fascinated in the fighting that occurred about 25 years ago. Because of my surprise loss to Yolanda the first time ever...I thought it was a fluke and was quite prepared to have it out with her two days later , as our parents were going out to visit friends all of Sunday . ( also I had to stay back as I was to mind the next door neighbour's ten year son) But I tell you this...the only thing that exceeded my catty arrogant opinion of myself back then...was my over-inflated belief in my fighting ability ...that I was going to correct from that Friday night. It didn't take too long for things to snarl up between Yolanda and I...when lunch was finished... she refused to dry the dinner dishes and retorted by replying " Make me Deb" and that caused us to explode then and there in the kitchen...it was here again I realised that Yolanda's strength was no fluke at all as we struggled around pulling and twisting each other for several minutes until Yolanda slipped on some water on the kitchen floor and went down...sensing she was stronger from several months ago...I got on top of her in a straddling pin. (that I used so effectively on Yolanda in the past) Wishing to correct my loss from Friday night I sat on her stomach whilst clasping her legs around my shoulders...and bounced my bottom up and down rapidly on her mid-drift...hoping to knock the breathe out of Yolanda...it got to the stage that I was willing my bottom to be broad and big as possible to finish Yolanda off...then and there. It must have been an awful sight to see...with me trying to make my "big ones" as big as possible to clinch this fight...while Yolanda was yanking down on my long hair with both hands. I managed to push Yolanda's wrists down to the floor...but she managed to "arch her back" up suddenly and I lost my balance a little...and Yolanda took advantage of this by puting a head lock on me and commenced to roll me while replying..."now I'm going to show you some real fighting sis" as she managed to put me on my stomach as she sat on my back...to my horror she applied a "camel clutch hold" on me...forcing my chin up and back...as I lay prone on the floor. Once again Yolanda asked if I had had enough...and I had no choice to submit to her again...twice within the last three days!!!...I made a mighty effort to act unfazed after she got off me...as I was devastated really...by saying to Yolanda whilst getting up off my knees..."hey you can beat me quite easily...good on you"...Yolanda embarrassed me all day...and it was a relief that I had to mind the next door neighbour's little boy Anton...to give me time out...to think! It was really strange sitting on the sofa next door watching T.V. with Anton...because I felt really subdued and wondered how the rest of the break was going to pan out..and if my parents would find out that we had been fighting again ...but I lost also to my little sister....oh dear...oh dear...oh dear...... Deborah cattiness91@hotmail.com