but im the one before him now , and its my body he grasps with both hands , making his way roughly over my shift , squeezing my breasts so hard they throb and then moving lower to my waist , and lower still , pinching the fabric of my skirt with both hands and lifting my own hands are on his arms , pushing , pushing but his grip is too strong and my heartbeat is booming , not a songbirds wings but a hawks , an eagles , and as his hand clutches the bare flesh of my thigh i kick my leg out , hard , in the direction of the bird trap .