On the row behind them, the mamba leaned forward and said, “Um, Camden, if you don’t ease up on the marking, Aspen’s going to have people handing her pamphlets in the street about seeking help for domestic abuse.” “Bailey,” Havana barked. “What?” asked the mamba, her eyes wide. “She has fingerprint bruises on her throat. Ooh, are you guys into choking and stuff? How intriguing. Is it hot, Aspen? I’ll bet it’s hot. Did he do it for a few seconds or keep it up until you almost passed out? Oh no, wait, he didn’t make you pass out, did he? I guess it’s okay if you get off on it.
