She had hands like a navvy and wasn’t amused when he told her so.
She tightened her baboon arms around his shoulders and Baltic shot-putter legs around his torso, making him grunt.
She was under two things: the duvet and the misapprehension he didn’t like her squeezing him until his breath laboured.
On the contrary for the latter.
It made Samuel feel safe.
His last girlfriend was unable to protect him as he threw her forward when challenged by the neighbours dog. At least Helen should have a chance.