It didn't matter. Sometimes, I wouldn't even get dressed again until Sunday night when it was time to pack and leave for the next trip. We'd just fuck... all weekend. But then, looking back on could see that she began to cool off some. I thought it was normal, you know? The sex was still great, and there was plenty of it, but she didn't quite have the same enthusiasm. She began to complain about the travel and then sometimes we would fight. She would accuse me of cheating on her when I traveled.. Then you and Samantha are the..." He began but Samuel was shaking his head."We are not the twins foretold, brother; we have told everyone that we are just pointing the way for the twins. And so we are!" He said.Chris frowned, "So our mother is expecting again is she, only that way can the Twins be created?" He saidSamuel laughed, "If you think of twins in that way then yes, mother is pregnant, but she's only carrying one child!" Samuel said cryptically, "Now brother, your final lesson. After. "Would you like a coffee?" I asked."Yeah that would be nice milk and no sugar please, we need to look afterour figures," she said through a slightly forced smile."Ok, back in a minute," I said walking towards the kitchen. I busied my self with the kettle in the kitchen, I'd got away with it Ithought she really thinks I'm a girl I thought as the water boiled and Ispooned some coffee into two mugs. "just stay calm," I said to myself actnaturally she won't stay long. Picking up the cups I walked. I hired a press agent just to work with the ladies, so they had someone to handle any press inquiries, difficult questions that popped up, and to get ahead of anything we thought might cause a problem. She was recommended by – of all people – Mr. No Name. Solely on his advice we hired Amanda Jenkins, and after being assured by the Judge and Mr. No Name, that she was fully on board with keeping our private lives private - we installed her in her own cabin which I made clear was a combination.