Thankfully no

"Uh, right. I'll just...."

"Get lost," Jean growled.

Carl wasted no time hustling the garbage cart away from the foul tempered woman, wiping his forehead as he rounded the corner. He glanced behind carefully, then bent toward the foul trash, whispering, "You owe me. We call her Jean the Ripper. Whatever you do, you don't want to run into her."

Julie made a noise, rustling in the garbage as her orgasm faded away, leaving her at a total loss to explain how the painful experience could have made her cum.

"Shut up and strip. I want you naked by the time we get there."

A questioning sound came up from Julie, its meaning muffled by the garbage.

"Get your clothes off. All of them. They probably stink like a pig farm already anyway."