he steadies his breath and slowly moves a hand towards her head , placing his fully stretched left hand upon her , sensing that he could palm her like a basketball , he works fingertips upon her scalp , moving like a tap dancer stepping this way and that over the long filaments of her raven hair , some matted by perspiration , he dabs at her forehead with his discarded tee shirt and rolls her back to front and kneeling upright , arms raised , he yells , i am not your enemy !