Shirley and Sara were huddled in the corner. They were waiting for the car to arrive. They have after many attempts succeeded in contacting the hotel's manager and asked him to send a cab to this place. Shirley has told the driver to make a call as soon as he reaches the club entrance.
They do not know how long it has been since then.
Both of them were not in good condition. They felt feverish. An overwhelming desire was simmering beneath their skin. Shirley felt like if she did not get any reprieve she would die.
Sam was going through the same agony. She was desperate for any kind of relief. She felt that if she stayed like this for a while she would faint.
They could feel the tiny tremors that went through their bones. They were wrung tight with tension. In the beginning, they were sitting side by side. Joined at shoulders, holding each other's hand for support. They were terrified of the consequence if they had failed at their attempts.
