Dangerous Children's Game

Since I am not nearly as twisted as David (Are you out there somewhere in the Blogosphere?), I am going to tell a story about the person that inspired the prompt.  How's that for payback?  

When I first moved to Douglas, my first impression of David was that he was a little eccentric but in a good way.  Unfortunately, he couldn't blame that on being the only male in the English department, as is normally the case.  At Coffee High School, he was actually one of four in a department of at least 16 (the exact number escapes me; it was nine years ago).  And he wasn't necessarily the youngest either.  But he was one of the few single teachers, so it wasn't long before we started "hanging out."  (No romantic interest intended or implied.)      

One spring night while his brother Peter was in town, David decided to share a game with me and my then-friend "Ana."  If I remember correctly, it involved a stick, spinning around numerous times, then trying to jump over the stick David held after spinning around.  Or maybe it was that you had to jump over the stick then run.  Regardless, the intent of the game was to make you fall.  I remember thinking, I don't trust him.  He's got that mischievous look.  And the demented laugh.   (The directions were only given to you one step at a time, so you were unaware of your fate.)  Ana, the more adventurous one,  happily obliged ; it was the pleaser in her.  And of course, she ate it.  I hate to admit it, but I derived much pleasure as she was laid out on the ground, which I knew was wrong.  That's what you get for always trying to please people.  Maybe he did know what he was doing.