It’s my job to make him suffer,” she said. “But I assume you got a few good licks in?” “Yeah. I hurt him.” “Badly?” Harriett sounded hopeful. “Very,” Jo said. “I don’t think he’ll be using his face for a while.” “How did it feel?” Jo hesitated. “Better than sex.” “Excellent.” Harriett flashed the gap between her teeth. “It’s important that Harding gets the message.” “The message?” Jo asked. “That we’re not going to take his bullshit,”
