"Stop touching me!" she echoed from the rooftop.
A strange voice interrupts their struggle, "Shut the hell up out there!"
She reached for his words. A New York window slams shut on her rescue, between the moonlight and the sound of a busy intersection below.
"Shhh..." he hisses. Her face twists away from the stench of bad oral hygiene, scraping her forehead on the gravel. A mist of hot spit sprays her cheek, "no one can hear you." He grapples with her grip. Her legs kick to a stop underneath them.