"A little?" Mary-Beth protested. "Do I not have nice tits?" She pouted when she looked over at J.J. "I've never been told they weren't lovely. And I like to think I'm a decent kisser too!" The pain from the gun was starting to sink in so Mary-Beth scrunched up her face and held her breath for a few seconds before letting it out. "Fuck. This was a bad decision." She looked over at J.J., gritting her teeth through the stinging, "But keep going. I'm just going to shut up." Maybe if she stopped talking, it wouldn't hurt as much.