Chapter 15

Jake had begun to sweat from staying cooped up too long. The phone constantly skated down his ear. He would wipe the screen with his palm and put it back. The network reception within the clinic was poor. But Iris did not stop trying to reach him.

"Can we do this some other day?" Jake had given up on it. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't maintain an erection. The naked women in the magazine could not stir him up.

Iris tried the line again. Her neck spins toward the window, bouncing to the side as the vehicle drives over a small ramp. "Can you hear me?" She said.

"Yes, I can." Jake's tired voice came through.

"What are you wearing?"

"Wha...what?" Jake lacked a better response.

"I want to know what you're wearing, Jake." Iris' voice echoed with depth.

"Uhh, blue jeans and a white shirt."

"Good... Is your flap open?"

"Ye...yes."

"Then your dick is still in your hands, struggling to stay alive?"

"Pfft, if you put it that way. Yes." Jake wiped the sweat off his temp