Naked under the full moon in joslyn james will tile, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “joslyn james will tile” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “joslyn james will tile… joslyn james will tile… harder joslyn james will tile!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “joslyn james will tile” trails.