"Haha," laughed Rhian. "Perhaps! From what I remember though, you're not supposed to touch them I think." Why though," Exclaimed Gwyneth, lifting it f...om her bag and handing it all over. "I feel like I am meant to hold it, it makes me feel happy and connected to everything. The strange part is Rhian, this part bothers me a bit see. I have this massive urge to put it inside my fufu, I don't know why." Oh well that seems like a clever idea doesn't it Gwyneth. Find a strange, supernatural jelly. " The other night? Wednesday night? You were involved in the destruction of that drug factory?" Yes, that was me. It was a busy day." It certainly was. Did you see the story in the morning paper about that?"I shook my head. Reading about my exploits seemed very narcissistic and I usually spent my spare time in the morning doing other things than reading newspapers."The police think that the gang was responsible for a large number of unsolved crimes ranging from fencing stolen property up to. No one, and I do mean no one, could tell us apart. Well, that's not absolutely true, Mom could of course, and even Dad to some extent, but no one else ever had a clue. And we put that fact to good use when we grew up and started dating. Put quite simply, we traded off and fucked each other's girlfriends and not one of them ever caught on.The first time it happened it was an accident. My brother was dating (and fucking, although he hadn't yet told me) Mary Ellen Sonnell. Our folks were away for. And I saw a girl about 16 or 17 in the passenger seat looking the other way. She seemed pissed. I put my duffel bag in the trunk and sat in the back seat. And Next thing you know Im looking at Green View through the rear view mirror. We got into the house and I looked around. An ok sized house. 1 bedroom downstairs and 2 upstairs. 2 bathrooms and a pool outside. I put my duffel bag on the couch and sat down. Amy stood in the door way. I actually got to look at her for the first time. Pale skin..