I realize I didn't send George far enough away

Fuck it all. I turned towards the house just in time to see George dashing through the rain in his wet, green suit, spinning through the air with a perfect flying roundhouse. It caught me along the side of the head and sent me flying across the courtyard. I crashed into a rosebush somewhere and, I don't know, hit my head on a fence and died. We can say the pointy tip atop the fence went through me and killed me, if you like.

Look. I get that you're feeling like some kind of white knight who wants to save Shannon from being manipulated, but you're in my erotica, you know? It's disrespectful to both of us when you keep choosing these obvious loser endings. If anyone knows about the hazards of wasting time, it's me...