Ok, towards the begining of a novel I'm working on, my protagonist wakes up to find herself in a bodybag, in a transport truck. After getting out (nevermind how) of the back, I have these lines:
I looked down at myself, and I was wearing a rather smart black business suit, the white blouse marred by blood, cold but still fresh. The hole in the front didn’t help, either.
Wait, hole?
I probed the hole, then fumbled with the buttons…got two undone in the sticky , slippery mess, a third popping in my haste. Below, right above the joiner in my bra, was another hole. I’d been shot. It must have been small caliber, stopped by my breastbone, but there was no pain when I breathed, let alone when I prodded the wound. Why was there no pain?
Nevermind…first thing was to get out of here and let them know I was still among the living.
Now, I'm probably going to change that up to "Below, right where the cleavage would be if I actually had any, was another hole." It's more descriptive. But meanwhile, my girlfriend's comment was "Joiner? What's that? I don't know any women who would use that term."
So the question is...women...would you? That
is the joiner.
