The heat emanating from my groin had nothing to do with my sleeping bag. Her bedroom felt like a charged space now, a battlefield where lines had been drawn and crossed. Linda’s hands gripped his thighs, fingers digging into the hose, and she thrust forward, a desperate edge to her movements.

“Rip them,” he said, his voice a raw command in her tone. He turned slightly,Rape watching the way the skirt hugged her hips, and a smirk tugged at his lips despite himself.

Linda caught it.