it felt like they were walking forever . i hoped the rest of the evening would help with that . `` hey , we could string them over the stove with snare wire , like a garland . '' at least , not while the owner could still hold a frying-pan . she latched on to his wrist , holding back her tears . no sooner had the door closed than i found my back pinned against it and a very eager husband pressed against the length of my body with his hands flattened out next to my head . 