As a young lad there was no way to foresee all the interesting implements that might fill a dungeon. My imaginative options were limited. Often I fantasized about being beaten up; myself being left with bloody lips and black eyes.
The idea of a woman punching me still resonates with my masochism. How about yours?
This illustration surprises me. It dates from a time when American military were almost uniformly depicted in a idealizing manner. And is that Robin and Superman peering through the window?
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It actually looks like she’s about to kick him in the nuts (which is perfectly acceptable), not punch him.