Randall was...an experience. Not always a great one, but you'd be surprised at how attentive he could be when he was in the right mood. But...it's not something you can compare to being with a regular human. And it was nice not to be sore and bleeding after.

[Regardless of what mood Flagg was in, he wasn't a gentle or cautious lover by any means. It was primal and animalistic and all teeth and nails. Nadine may not be one to give much detail, but she's at least willing to offer a broad overview to Julie. They're...friends, she supposes.

Which isn't something Nadine is used to.]

But it wasn't just that, anyway. I don't know. I'm still processing a lot of that night. I don't think anyone's going to come after us, at least. They haven't yet. Why would they now? We're not doing anything. And we're not going to. But we need to figure things out. We are stuck here. And it feels like this whole place is a powder keg just waiting to go off.