Twister   The thrill was proximate and sexual; blue, yellow, red, green—circled chastity; you were allowed to twist, spiral and curl, breathe face to face, move tantalizingly,   go butt to butt and leg to leg. When young, even at church youth outings, you could twine, feel sexual thrills without sex, your arm slung between her thighs, and then you would combine   in such a way your cheek was on her breasts, your hand touching her toosh. And all the while you laughed—guffawed as legs and feet were stretched, the game legitimizing prehensile   engagement; grabbing, groping sanctified on a sheet of circles, four by five feet wide. David W. Landrum As a child, David W. Landrum (landrumd@gvsu.edu) spent hours playing Tickle Bee and Chinese Checkers.