Lashae rubbed her eyes, a sign of coming back to the present moment. “All right, Emory,” she said. “Send him to the pads and put a belt over that c**k. Set a watch until he burns off some of that energy.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“Oh, don’t thank me. We’ll play it your way, for now. You’ve got a big job ahead of you, and even if you succeed he’ll still need watching. After all, you’re not the only one he has to satisfy.”
With that Lashae turned on her heel and disappeared through the archway, leaving me in the crazy nightmare to which I had awakened.
Emory knew just how long to allow me to recover. She lowered me to the floor, stretched my legs, then curled her legs underneath herself and lifted my head onto her lap. Soft fingers stroked my brow. When some of my strength returned she got up
