That static is about all that’s keeping her from a babble all her own. Her
chiller thriller Amerind biker dude, Ripsaw, got her into the city, then just 
bugged out. She can understand that. In the short time they spent together, she 
wasn’t anything but baggage. Neona never had a chance to show him what she could
do, except in bed, and that’s never enough by itself. Getting dumped might not
be so bad if she hadn’t found him so exciting, so totally massively intensely male that she couldn’t help herself. At least he
saved her a long goodbye. Slot and run. It hurts less like that.