" Teresa looked from me to Mack to Charlene."So it's no game," Charlene finished for her. "Unless you consider that life is a game, which is one way o... looking at it. Mack, is it still up to her?"Mack pursed his lips. "Let's see if she can do simple math. Okay, Sweetie, you can beg off for about the next five minutes. But you fuck Pete for the privilege, anyway. So, what do you want to do?" He paused for a moment. "Oh, and if you still want your mama to fuck all those guys, you get to watch.". Wouldn’t I smell cigarettes if there was a smoker in my apartment? I can smell a smoker a mile away. But our whole apartment smells like cigarettes, you idiot. It’s an old house with five apartments. Jenn and I are the only non-smokers in the fucking house. I’m pretty sure that every person that has ever lived here smoked. The walls are yellow and brown. All of them. Even the gray carpets have a brown tinge to them. It’s actually kind of gross. It almost kept us from taking the apartm— What the. Hubby has never wanted to do it - reckons its dirty but its great for contraception and also if I have a period. Not many men like fucking a girl during her period. I tell my girls all the time ‘use you bum it fun’ and safe. Poofters do and they love it so there must be some sensitive nerves there because I can get really worked up with a penis in there”I just sat there a bit dumbfounded. I was just a 17 year old k** and knew nothing, so was happy to learn and what better way than from this. “Tell me, what?”“Twin teenage girls! Marilyn, how could you do this to me! One at a time would be bad enough, but two!”“You bastard!” The doctor and the nurse just laughed at me, and Marilyn sputtered indignantly. Then she brightened even more. “Just wait, the next time we’ll have triplets! One, two, three!”I slapped my forehead and groaned. “That’s an arithmetic progression - one, two, three, four. What if it’s a geometric progression? One, two, four, eight ... oh, my God! Marilyn! We’re.