Latte Darling (Darling, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

Sweet baby Jesus, this is how I die. I’m going to self-combust in this bar. I’ll turn into a pile of ash that they’ll sweep away with the discarded straws at the end of the night.

Jesus Monster-Dick Christ. I can’t decide if I’m excited or terrified.

I thought it was great that the new generation of vibrators didn’t need batteries, just a tiny little port for charging. Except now I see the flaw. If your fancy, high-tech vibrator jumpstarts itself into sentiency there’s no way to kill it.