I woke up that morning feeling the best I had in a long time. The weight that had been firmly pressed against my chest for years now, had all but vanished. I couldn't shake the feeling of total security, acceptance, and awe as I slept in the arms of the twins. I marveled at their beautiful faces, how strong their jaws were and how every little scar seemed to enhance their feral beauty. I found myself in constant awe around the two of them. Two men, so large and dominant but had treated me with a gentleness I never knew. Their touches were feather light, their kisses even lighter. The only time they mixed pleasure and pain was when I begged for it.

That morning I found myself sandwiched between the two of them, wondering how life could ever get better than this. Melissa had often spoke of sex as a damning act. "The first time is the best it's going to get. It all goes downhill from there." The few times Melissa drank alcohol, she went off on one of her tangents. How wrong she