Chapter 12

Melanie laughed, deeply and genuinely.

"Sure you wouldn’t," she said. "Just like you keep your girlfriends all locked up. Where are they, by the way?"

"Touché," I said.

"Get to work, sexy," Shelly said.

I hurriedly and sloppily snorted the coke off their asses, making a point to give each of their dark holes a lick before standing behind them. Shelly and Melanie had turned to look at each other, smiling, and I could see the sisterly resemblance in their faces. They shared the aquiline nose structure and gorgeously high cheekbones. Their jaws cut at the same angle. Yet Shelly’s hair was thick, brown, and wavy, while Melanie’s was satiny, straight, and perfectly blonde. At that moment, I understood the true meaning of what a "win-win" situation was.

"Who’s first, baby?" Shelly asked, and I got a shiver of delight hearing her call me that.

"Yeah, baby?" Melanie echoed in a singsong