After being attacked, professional call girl Raya and her sister Lana become a little less human. Though one sees this as a gift and an enhancement toward professional improvement, the other sees this as a curse.
On top of that, they're being toyed...
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"Why not? It's kinda funny," Lana teased. "Or we can flip it. I do the phones, you do the bones?"
Lana giggled, spinning in circles throughout the parking lot on her way to the car. She stopped abruptly and held back a gag.
"Oh-ho-ho, I ate way too fucking much," she noted, looking at Raya with pitiful, wattery eyes.
"Well, stop wanking around after consuming manly mounds of bacon," Raya told her.
Once settled inside, Lana fired up the Impala and the seat vibrated lightly under their bottoms. The girls relaxed feeling overstuffed, but content.
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Rain drummed against the roof of the car and splashed large droplets on the windshield. The sisters were nearing their destination with Lana driving, covering her shift at the wheel. Raya lay fast asleep beside her, she needed rest. Lana could feel excitement building, but also dreaded at the thought of being somewhere so closely connected to her grandfather. Both of the girls loved him dearly. He was a caring and protective man whose family meant everything to him. He had taken care of them since they were seven, and was even there in their adulthood, until he passed on six months earlier. Lana would never forget the horrible day when she and Raya received the devastating news.
They were no strangers to loss. First, their grandmother, then their parents, and finally death had taken their grandpa. Now it was just the two of them, the last remaining in the Loveridge bloodline- that is, if neither of them happen to have a child. It didn't appear like that would be a possibility in the future for either of them.
Thinking of it, Lana eyes began to water, the salty liquid collecting to form a tear. It rolled slowly down her cheek, resting at her chin like a small rain drop. If you'd asked her last week, she'd have said that she and Robby would have kids one day. Well, not anymore. Not ever.
Lana used the back of her hand to wipe her face and snotty nose. Gross, she thought as she wiped it on her jeans. Then she noticed a reflection in her peripheral vision. A Cypressbrook, Mississippi sign.
"Finally!" Lana cheered. They'd made good time, even. She didn't even mind as the heavier rain in Cypressbrook beat against the windshield and made it just a bit harder to see the road.
