"I can think of worse ways to go," the fan didn't wheeze, wishing that, like her friend to the far right, she'd only injured her elbow on Jane's well-toned groin.
Speaking of Jesse's groin (and when don't I?), please don't confuse that XBiz-mandated pixelation for anything sinister. It's not like she came out of David Cronenberg's lab.
Like the "Ghost Shirts" of the Lakota Sioux, the nipple-penetrated "Jesse Shirts" are now preserved at Harvard's Peabody Museum of Archaeology and Ethnology.