In the interests of friendship, I hope you’ll forgive me what I’m about to do.”“Forgive you wha—”My sentence was cut off as he clamped his mouth over mine, kissing me deeply....“Ready to make a scene?”He raised an eyebrow. “Do I have a choice?”“Not really. To quote something someone said to me recently, in the interests of friendship, I hope you’ll forgive what I’m about to do.” I drew back my hand and slapped him across the face. The smack of flesh striking flesh echoed through the hall. Conversations stopped as people whipped around to stare at us. Raising my voice to something just below a shout, I snarled, “You asshole!

She stood up when he approached her,Not to hug him,but to slap him.

Have you ever had a dream so strong it slapped you in the face every time you looked away?

She wanted to hug him and at the same time she kind of wanted to slap him.

Honesty: what a refreshing slap in the face it is.

Each time I came crashing down into the ocean porpoiselike, water hit my face like the slap of a jilted lover.

You have right to be angry, insult and slap. But later you have to forgive.