” And so she had, along with a wraparound skirt. Truth was, they rarely argued anymore. After fighting like cats and dogs in grade school, they had ...rown closer in middle and high school, and now they really were like the stereotype of twins – completing each other’s sentences, or even thoughts, dressing in similar styles and colors, listening to the same music, even sharing the same favorite foods. It was very convenient to have a twin brother, she thought as she lay on her bed, the covers. Father's men had undressed him down to his frilly shirt and he lay on his back snoring and looking like a beached whale, his wrinkled privates hidden by his fat belly. The girl and I stood beside the high bed, looked at him and then at each other. "Perhaps," she sighed, "you will have to be his substitute. Can you do that? Do his duties?"She smiled and licked her lips as her hand came to fondle my bulging groin."I can but try," I whispered back as I set to unlacing her bodice."He would not. After carefully hanging up the uniform he went to bed, wearing his pink nightie and dreamt of service. Little did he know his dreams may soon become his nightmare.When he got back the following day and opened his door, there was a small brown envelope on the mat, with just a single S on it, no address or stamp. He picked it up and stared at it, not daring to open it.He walked into the living room and sat down, just staring at the envelope. He had read stories about things like this but reality. Sitting down at the bar, I ordered my usual Jack and Coke, and delved into some people watching while I waited.Perhaps, it was situational fate, but my wife had headed down to the beach for a few days with her girlfriend, so there was no place I needed to be. I spent a half hour trying to stereotype a few of the patrons and enjoyed a stiff double, which had me relaxed in, seemingly, no time at all.A few minutes later, I turned around and saw Lacey making her way into the bar. She had ditched.