"—'Nnnghh~~~~~...'—"
The eighth had her face at the back of his neck.
"—'Mmnh~...'—" Pressed. Continuous.
He drove.
PAAH PAAH PAAH.
Three sounds:
"—'AAAHN~!!!'—"
"—'HAANN~!!!'—"
"—'MMNH~!!!'—"
The eighth one was making her sound from behind him. Not receiving — conducting. Her hands applying the flat, present, rhythm-reinforcing pressure at his back that communicated: 'maintain the pace, do not reduce the pace, the pace is correct.'
PAAH PAAH PAAAH!
"—'AAAHNN~!!! HAANN~!!! MMNH~!!!'—"
Three voices.
Three bodies.
The warm, comprehensive, accumulated forty-eight-hour arrival of three women who had been at threshold and were now past it and were filing the experience of being past it at full, simultaneous, honest volume.
The third woman, still on her knees, had relocated to the front. She had repositioned with the flat, self-directed efficiency of someone who had assessed where she was most useful and had moved there.
