Oranges & Lemons

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Their dark eyes lit up as they smiled and said in unison, ‘We’re bell ringers.’

‘Well, blimey…’ she replied, laughing, as she split her wine and brushed it off her dress. ‘You don’t hear that every day.’

She sat on a bar stool, and they stood beside her: two very beautiful, tall, dark men, perhaps a year or two younger than her, and almost identical. They’d approached her when her girl friend had stood her up for the flu. She was going to stay for just one drink, but then they’d said hello with their kind smiles and very intriguing eyes and she’d stayed. Strange, though… she almost had the feeling they were hunting her. Not that she felt in any way in danger. It was the way they both came up together, both equally interested in her, neither backing off to let his brother take the spoils. It was either both, or neither. She tried to stop herself imagining both in bed with her.

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