Chapter 137

• Colt sat quietly in Holly’s hotel room, watching television. Every channel he turned to was about sex in some form. In frustration, he turned off the TV and pulled out his phone to listen to some music. Every song he came across on his playlist seemed to torture him across all genres. I Touch Myself, Sex and Candy, Get it On, Sex Room, Freak me, How Many Licks, Sex Therapy, Sexual Healing. As he tried to shut them off, one after the other, spam hit his phone with pop-ups from several sex sites. He got frustrated trying to shut it down as the phone locked up from the malware virus.
• “MOTHER FUCKER!”
• Colt threw his phone on the bed and got up, stomping around rubbing his head. He paced around for a minute and tried to gain his composure.