speaking her language might be the only avenue for success in this plight.
          libido doesn’t falter, though, so it isn’t like jessica has to force herself into
          a carnal encounter. anger only fuels it, really. so she rolls onto harley,
          hovering over her with a wry smile. fingers wrap around her throat &
          applies the sort of pressure the crazy girl enjoys. then she draws in
          close, a raw whisper sinking down onto harley with
          liquored tinged breath.

               “ delete it … “