He's exhausted.

Frank surveyed the room as he pulled his clothes on. Becca still knelt, wiping his cream off her face and licking her fingers. Adele writhed moaning on the couch, finger fucking her wet cunt. Olivia had pressed the egg vibrator back into herself, her finger on the remote, her eyes rolling back into her head.

He wondered if the three of them would get their shit together by the time Olivia's mother returned, and what would happen if they did not. He shrugged, deciding he was too tired to care, and slipped out the patio and across the street.

He was so tired that he could barely pull his clothes off before falling into bed, sinking into a well of oblivion.