We're both pretty smart and have tested in the top percentile of our classes academically. We do just about everything together. We go to the movies, ...hang out at the mall, sometimes we even double date. I also think we have a special connection because we're twins.During our senior year in high school, right after we turned 18, we moved to San Diego and our dad shipped out for a six-month tour of duty aboard a destroyer. Mom works as a paralegal, for a law firm downtown, so we are home by. She was standing over me now and I could see a bit of the pink thong beneath her tennis skirt. I rested a hand on Megan’s right calf and began slowly sliding it up her leg. My wife reached down and toyed with my wet hair. “Just builds up the energy,” I said, my hand reaching her thigh, “Now I need to get rid of some of it.” My hand kept going up under the skirt. This was getting very exciting. While a seven-foot-high privacy fence and some very tall, bushy trees made our yard very private, it. It was cold but many people were still around to see if I could pull off a miracle for them.I looked at the crude pacemaker I had made and then at the various leads that were supplied. I was able to attach them fairly easily. I looked around at the equipment and found the x-ray fluoroscope machine that I would need.What I was concerned with was that I would get a good exposure to the x-ray source and my testicles would suffer the most. There was more shielding than there was before but it was. She ignored him.Matt tried to think of something he could say. "Um, so, are you still gonna go to college?" he asked."What?" she asked coldly."Um, you know, you should really like, work harder or something... " Oh! No, that's not what he meant to say! No, he just meant... "Fuck you go to hell," she told him in monotone, as she and her friends walked away, leaving him and Erik by themselves."O-kay... " said Erik.Fuck. FUCK! his mind screamed. Now she hates me. She fucking hates me! he thought..