Erotic shrieks became sobs as ecstasy was extinguished by anguish. Thumbing the remote, Julia switched everything off, even withdrawing that massive phallus into the saddle. She freed her hands and fell off sideways into a pile of lingerie, clutching herself and trying not to cry.
What kind of catharsis left one so sickened and confused?
How could the thought of s*x with Jay have her coming at one moment and wanting to puke the next? Would it take finally succumbing to the ultimate intimacy of losing her virginity to banish these horrible suicidal dreams/impulses? And what did the two have to do with each other? How was perhaps developing an unwelcome affection for her hostage enemy complicating her still stubbornly unresolved conflict over allowing someone’s stinky flesh appendage into
