I threw the sock across the room and struggled to fix my clothes. Steph pulled her shirt down and stood up, fixing her shorts. I still had a pretty go...d hard-on so I grabbed another laundry basket to cover up. Just then Trish rounded the corner. "What are you guys up to?" she asked. "Dan has been a huge help, and is doing all my laundry. I'm so glad he came," Steph said.Trish smiled at me and I knew she was happy I was getting along with her twin. If only she knew how well we'd gotten along.. Sure I have a nice car, and I happen to have done pretty well in the Corps, but aside from that? Nadda. No house, no wife, no kids, no side hustle, no backup plan.I sit up groggily in the shitty cot my step-dad set up for me in the garage, smirking as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, thank god we live in Miami, eh?My few meagre belongings were tucked under a military-esque pop up cot, squared away in my patrol bag, a few more in the trunk of my 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 302. Even in the dim light. Two years ago, they attended Miranda’s f****y reunion. It was located at her great-grandparents’ old home place in rural Mississippi. The small town had two motels, neither of which was anything to write home about. But the biennial gathering made every other meeting at ‘The House’ as they called it. The food was great. The men all conversed about sports, talked general smack, and told lies as they gathered around the grill or dominoes table. The women gossiped on the porches or in the kitchen.. I took a step towards the open patio door, then another. I knew deep withinmyself that I was going to go inside their house. Ostensibly it was to checkif Sally was home but surely I could have done that by knocking on the door,ringing the doorbell? Why did I have to enter the house, invade their home?I knew why but at that time I didn't want to admit what was lurking in thedarkness of my mind. The curtains blew in and out with the breeze and for a moment I hesitated,hovering at the threshold..