"I wouldn't dream of it, Sinia. May God strike you dead if I do." Huh?" But the seductress wasn't listening. She was far too busy adjusting the wall m...rror for a better view of her shy, disrobing conquest. Instead of a frumpy housewife in granny panties, she was wearing the tiniest pink thong ever seen outside a Taiwan sweat shop. She also surprisingly had the legs of Tina Turner and the chest of porn diva, Julia Ann. And after letting down her flowing red locks she took on the air of a sexy. She blamed her pregnancy on the fictitious fellow she had eloped with.And even though she was her sister's closest confidant, Helga never thought it strange that Zelga had never mentioned anything to her. She never knew that I had fathered a child in her twin as well. I was practical enough to hide the truth from my wife, in the best interests for me, my wife, our families and our baby boy. Even then, for some time, I was wracked with guilt for what I considered had been my cowardice in facing. Debbie was a mutual friend, a petite redhead, in the same year as Rita, but a little older; I played sports with her brothers. “I suspected as much because at their party she was always trying to sit beside him. Does he like her?” I said. “Don’t know.” The three of us had recently been at a party given by Debbie’s older brothers. “Now promise you won’t tell anyone,” Rita said in a conspiratorial tone, “but she says she’s going to invite him over to her house and then play strip poker with. Like they said you grabbed a girl and killed a cop, but then they said you killed a bunch of mobsters, and one station had a witness on that had seen the two of you together, and you had left her alone and stuff, and she still followed you. Plus, I just see you and no girl. Nah, I figure someone's blowing smoke." Thanks," I said.Not that I would have done the same thing in his place. Sure, I had some of the same feelings of distrust, but had I seen the story that was being put out, I would have.