wouldn’t you like to break me, she said and fingered her fishnets.
no, he said, i wouldn’t like that at all.
but, she slid a finger to the corner of her mouth, aren’t i pretty enough to break?
no, he said, you’re too pretty.
c’mon, she said and leaned forward pulling at her collar, wouldn’t it fun? you look like you’d be fun to break.
who’s breaking who?
why we’ve been breaking you all along my dear. she sat on his lap, now beg.