A taster from Dog Days of Summer by L.M. Pfalz: ‘His hand rested upon her bruised side, the side he had struck. “Why did it have to come to this, Beth? ” he asked. “We could’ve made each other so happy. ” He kissed her lips sloppily. Beth’s face twisted in disgust as she fought to pull away. He tasted like beer, causing her to gag. He finally let up, and Beth wiped at her mouth, trying to get every trace of him off of her. While she did this, Patrick shoved her on to the cot. His fingers fumbled to unbuckle his belt. “Oh, God, ” Beth said. “Shh, ” he said ...'