Radio Hoe

Of Presentations and Proposals

Viola reluctantly walked back into the booth, news of her admirer had shaken her to her core, but she tried not to let it get her down. Tried being the operative word as she had to feign sickness and high tail it with River through the back door like any other night.

She couldn't even begin to comprehend that Jordan had fantasised about having sex with her. Sure, he made a few snarky remarks, but it was just to annoy her and they'd never spoken otherwise. Well apart from him demonising her in class whenever they were discussing a topic that her religious beliefs were against. He always had to turn and attempt to get a rise out of her; as if it was impossible for her to go against her church's teachings.

How was she expected to go to class in the morning?

Thoughts of what would happen the next morning plagued her until she finally fell asleep. Sleep garnered no relief for her though, as her dreams were hijacked by none other than Jordan Bryce. Definitely not the highlight of her night, and she tried to push it from her mind as she got ready for class.

A class that she barely paid any attention in, by the way. Jordan and Michael were presenting their debate on pornography, she didn't catch the moot or any of the other points until she heard the words

If you play act at butchery long enough you grow used to the sounds of the screaming.

Jordan was quoting Brenna Twohy....

"You see ladies and gentlemen," he continued. "With pornographic material out there showing that women just want to be tied down and speared like an animal it cements the belief that this is all that women want. And- within these adult films, the woman almost always says no or starts off resisting; this is by far one of the most detrimental plotlines as soon after she's begging for it. She wants it. No means yes. Being exposed to this-"

The rest of his words seemed to fly right over Viola's head as she watched him pace the length of stage. He was quoting her favourite slam poetry piece. The one she'd spoken about on her radio show the week prior.... He knew, so either he was an avid listener or....

She gasped as the realisation gripped her. Jordan Bryce was JB.

"There is nothing to prevent young children from accessing this and if this is their first exposure to sexual intercourse then the image formed in their minds may never become a positive one. Thank you."

The class clapped and cheered loudly, jolting Viola to join in, even if not as enthusiastically as they were. She was busy coming to terms with the fact that not only did Jordan fantasise about having sex with her, he'd been the one flirting with her for months; it was a lot to take in.

"Right, well class we'll discuss Mr. Bryce and Mr. Harvard's point of view when next we meet, and please be reminded to start on your midterm assignments," Miss Montgomery began, droning on in monotone voice she reserved for talking about matters she wasn't passionate about. "They're due after the break and I won't be taking scheduling issues as an excuse, Mr. Chen," she spoke with a pointed glare in Chris' direction. "The same Wi-Fi you use to post your Instagram pictures can be used to communicate. Have a nice day."

Viola immediately began packing up her things, she was flustered and needed to leave immediately. She was fumbling and managed to turn over her pencil case.

She hissed under her breath and bent down to pick up the mess of writing utensils she'd dropped when a familiar pair of Converse came into sight. Stopping right in front of her.

"I think you dropped this," Jordan spoke, drawing her eyes and attention upwards; both to his lips and the feathery pen he was holding.

"Oh, thank you," she smiled.