Hank POV
Last night, Kitty died. She had hung out and was the last one to go; she had turned a dark yellow, her eyes black and bloodshot, and the twisted body showed how much pain she had suffered even with all the medication we had been pumping into her. I loved this woman initially and thought of her as an angel for all the work she had done for the battered woman, and she was the mother of my children. Caught her cheating was the end for me, and I stayed in the home for the children.
It had been years since I had even kissed a woman, let alone taken her to bed, so the twins crept up on me. I loved the attention they were giving me and yearned for more, but the more they want, the less of me they want, and though Scott and I have agreed to share, even that idea is losing its appeal.
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