Then comes the part where I’m a fish, going after the bait, gobbling it down so good. Good girl. I’m caught then, wriggling, pondering escape. Shouldn’t have taken the bait then, girl! Hook line sinker. Then come the hands to unhook me, tell me I’m safe. Shhhh, shhhh, I know. Sometimes there is gentle hand inside (good, rare), but mostly there is rough hands gripping, squeezing. {read}