“She’s not going to make it,” the whore commented.

“Shut the fuck up, Meredith,” the Southerner, Callissa, said. “We both know that. You just don’t have to say it.”

She resumed her masturbation. The three stood in silence.

“So, do you and your friend take turns with this, or what?” Meredith asked.
Jad chuckled to himself.

“I suppose you could say that. He gets you now. I get you later.”

It took a moment for this to sink in but when it did, they both sneered at him with open contempt. Like he cared what they thought. At least one, maybe even both, would soon be dead anyway.

“That’s sick,” Callissa muttered. Jad just shrugged.

They soon heard the abrupt bubbling of another last breath. The two women bowed their heads in respect.

“I guess that means it’s my turn,” Callissa sighed.

“Give him a minute,” Jad said, holding up a hand. “He’ll signal when he’s ready.”

They waited and soon saw the flashing signal from below. Jad approached to help her with her weight but, to his surprise, she bend down and, with both arms, lifted it herself. She strained at the effort but he was impressed, nonetheless. She took a deep breath and lept into the pool.