“Yeah,” Sean laughed. “I’m not thinking about that. But thanks, all the same.”
Prior laughed too, and then Lea could hear him walk back to the house, closing the door.
Still Lea was alone, strung up on the glider, a sacrifice for the taking.
Still they did not join her.
“Guys?”
“Do you have any idea,” sighed Sean, “just how amazing you look there, all slick and wet, like some river s*x goddess?”
“You know,” Andy added, “I usually hate it when you get all poetic, Sean. But this time, I got to agree with you.”
They both stepped onto the glider, and it began to rock. One man took Lea’s right hand, and the other took her left, moving the cuffs binding them apart on the metal bar overhead so that she was facing the front of the swing, rather than the side. It made her stand on tip-toe.
