The drive back to Priesham was driven in silence. After Leon had awakened from his drug induced sleep, he cried for what felt like hours on end. Collin no longer had the heart to try to shut him up. What was done was done. They needed to meet Lizah and Crema in Priesham before Sunday.
Upon arriving back at the spa, they parked in the back of the building. The two men were drained. Every time they closed their eyes, they saw Josey. Every chance they got they were massaging their manhood, yearning for her touch or just to hear her voice. They felt like they caught an incurable disease that they couldn't tell anyone about.
"You look like crap." Lizah proclaimed.
"I feel like crap. Let's get moving. I want to go home." Collin hurried the banter along.
"We hired Lizah's cousin
