No, I give you my word, I will not get mad at you, no matter what happens. I know you will be doing this for me. This will be on me." I still think th...is is very dangerous," I replied in a weak protest, but I did not actually refuse to do it.The scene that my husband had created, that continued to haunt my thoughts, was simply too appealing. I knew that we should not play with fire. One or both of us could get badly burned.I could feel a knot of pure anxiety in the pit of my stomach. I have to. It was dark in her room and her eyes were unfocused yet, but she thought the clock said 7:15pm. When did she fall asleep? She really couldn’t remember. Looking off the end of her bed, there appeared to be a yellow glow outside her door, particularly toward the living room. She reached up and rubbed her eyes again. She focused on the glow. It was uncharacteristically quiet. Where were her children? What was this about? Could she be dreaming? She slid her legs over the edge of the bed and stood. It was just so obvious that I couldn’t help it. Maybe I just watched Game of Thrones or read A Song of Ice and Fire or Cassie’s Love, or Twins’ Summer of Discovery one time too many, but twins, to me, are naturally so bonded that being lovers should just be understood. When Natalie approached me about this idea ... I creamed my panties. I also wanted us to be lovers, her and I. It just ... made sense to me,” Bianca announced her presence with this confession.“And that’s why you suggested Aaron. ‘How’s it going teach?’ ‘Don’t call me that.’ John just smiled and nodded looking away at the TV. A basketball game was on, the one sport Carol hated above all others. She never understood the male fascination of watching over grown adults try to throw a ball through a hoop, but she wasn’t ready to sleep yet so she sat in the overstuffed arm chair. ‘Who ya skiing with tomorrow?’ John asked. ‘I don’t know.’ She felt an anger rising, and really couldn’t understand why the bitch in her was rearing.