She was dancing with him, and he was grinding all over her. She hadn't minded at first;
that's how he always was, but then that song came on, and as soon as the music began,
Julia felt mildly ill. It was the strange sequence in the opening bars, then it was the voice,
then it was the lyrics about fucking like an animal, and the look on his face as he brought
his forehead to hers and whispered it to her, staring straight into her soul.