Ennis had the sense they should get the hell out of there, but the drive back to his place would take too long. he'd been longing for this moment for years, he'd thought of Jack every time he was with Alma, and it made him half sick with disgust and want and need. His mind was swimming, muddled now, unable to stop, once he'd started, his hands tugging ruthlessly at Jack's coat, the front of his shirt.