There are a few deeply held secret fantasies in Angel's darkest corners. Some involve knives, some involve, well, nevermind. One thing that is almost universally admired by women (who are honest with themselves) is the manly skill of kicking down doors. I remember reading my grandmother's smutty romance novels when I'd stay with her during the summer; I preferred the period romances, you know 1800s. Men seemed manlier, women didn't pussify them. One I read when I was 14 has stayed with me for 34 years. The heroine was being a brat and locked herself in her bedroom, ignoring the commands of her new husband to open the door. Most men will only ask so many times. So our rakish hero rears back and plants his well-polished Hessian boot on the door, smashing it open. What followed was a scene of bodice ripping, dominant hellion-taming. Oh my, heady stuff for an innocent, geeky schoolgirl. I still remember one passage clearly.
"You're an animal!"
"Darling, all men are animals when challenged. But there's no reason why the boot that kicks down the door can't be of quality leather and highly polished."
So, gentlemen, practice your door kicking skills. You never know when they'll come in handy.