Chloe Perkins followed two strangers into the alley behind the bodega - a married wife in a stretched-out sports bra, twenty minutes after she met them, her wedding ring still on her finger.

What Solomon and Trey do to her between the dumpster and the chain-link fence is everything ten years of marriage never was. On her knees on the dirty concrete. Bent over. Used from both ends at once while two men worship the exact body her husband won't even look at - and the normal world keeps moving along fifty feet away, none of them looking down the alley.

She came harder than Brad ever managed. She isn't close to done.