“What’s another word for torture?” I asked Elora as soon as she answered her phone. “Something worse than that.” “Um, torment? But I think it’s like the same thing. Why?” “Because that’s exactly what I’m doing to myself by being on this trip with your brother.” Ellie let out a laugh. “Ma’am.” “Sorry for the TMI but,” I checked the tone of my voice because I’d die if Juice heard me, “I want to fuck him so bad.”
