*Seeing a 'hit-and-run', I'm very displeased, etching 'jo' in stone to 'get back at', as I quickly reunite with Indy, once more.* Sorry about that little tiff. *My fingers return to their dancing along your middle, scaling up to your ribs every now and then* Hit a tender spot. Quite sore there, after my fall, too, understand? *Mentally berating myself for going on so long - if at all - in an explanation. My fingers seem even more 'frantic' to escape their palm prison, diving about on your skin*