Marianne had fallen for him, head-over-heels fallen in love. She couldn't believe it. She still regretted hurting Simon, as she knew she had, but real...y, once she'd spent that night and day with Chris, it was all over.She just hoped that Chris was feeling the same way. There was something she hadn't told him, something that was worrying her.Marianne, the normally assertive, aggressive of the twins, was uncharacteristically reticent with him in some ways. She found she was afraid of voicing her. Without a word Violet slipped her hand behind my arm, wrapped around in and grabbed my hand in her little one, clenching for dear life. I pulled back and this time thrust forward full strength, filling her young teen love tunnel with my manhood. Unngh! I groaned. Oh God! Oh my God! Oh mmhhhmmhhhmmmmmlllllmmm! Violet was too loud that time, to the point I thought it might be too late. I had clasped my hand over her mouth to quiet her in the middle of it and now mumbling and air were all that. The gist was the rabbit could escape his enemies because nothing would follow him into the damn briars.I crawled as far into the bushes as I could and cowered in the dark. I could see the maniac outlined from the old lady's back door light. It looked like he was waving a stick or something. He'd poke into the bushes a little, then he'd take a mighty swing, sending roses and thorns in every direction. It occurred to me he was using a golf club. From its length and the distance the flora was. ”“You reckon?” Phil said, raising his eyebrows at me. “Look at the wives. Me, Keith and Clive know exactly what they get up to when they come to London. They go fuck crazy as a collective. Every day they go out and get laid. We know all about it but say nothing because they know that, if we get the opportunity to fuck around, we will take it. It’s just unmentioned and not talked about. The wives will never leave us and we won’t leave them. Believe it or not we’re all still very much in love; we.