No man should EVER strike a woman. Ever! Under any circumstance! No!
..Howwwever! I do believe there should be women that men can call, to..
..hoping you'll tell that story. Yes? Whoooo gets BIT!? I doubt this was a kinky type thing. 
@PB
Did @TigerLily attend and you were wearing a MAGA hat? That, I can imagine!
I may have told this one before
It was back during college. The Stones are in town for two shows, and I have a friend in Seattle get the tickets for the second one. A friend from school (who heard I was going, and practically begged me to take her with me) and I drive to Seattle after classes are over that day, and we get to the Kingdome before the end of the first night's show. The shows are GA, and we're in line all night, two of the first few people at the very front.
8am the next morning (it had been a weird and wild night, with a constant stream of people showing up to get in line - you know, fights, drugs, drinking, random insanity, Mick lookalikes walking around - all very entertaining, but that's another story), they open the doors and we run across the field to the stage on the opposite side of the field. We get perfect spots, right at the front - along the barrier in front of the stage.
As the day passes, the crowd fills the place up, and we slowly get packed in as everyone on the Kingdome floor is pushing to get where we are. A girl with purple hair - first time I'd ever seen anyone with her hair dyed an unnatural color - ends up next to me, shoulder to shoulder - no room for her bf, who is behind me.
Just before the warm-up band comes out, she decides her bf should have my spot. After a little back and forth, push literally comes to shove (mind you we are packed in so tight people are having trouble breathing, and are even being rescued by security stationed in the area between the barrier and the stage).
She realizes she isn't going to get her way, and sinks her fangs into my arm, just below the shoulder. I didn't have time to call one of the women you referred to to take care of it. After I remove her teeth from my arm, I look back at her pipsqueak bf, but he doesn't want any part of any of it. The original
No Mas. Plus the crowd's too tight and he can't really lift his arms or throw any punches. Meanwhile, I can.
The funny part? They leave after J. Giels warmup set is over. They weren't even there for the Stones. She didn't manage to break the skin, but I did have curious tiny bruises in a circular pattern on my upper arm for a few weeks after..
