Thinking about England lasted for all of a single second before Jessica was instinctively reaching her fingers back, trying to get to the irritated area herself. "If only that would help with the smell," she miffed, eventually dropping her hand and scowling. The pain, she could handle. She'd even grudgingly tolerated the strange intimacy of having Tony's hands in her hair (and pulling it out). But that odor- "I can taste it."