In a matter of three seconds, I feel little Dante’s body being ripped from my arms. I hold on to a strong, muscular wall.
It’s Dario or maybe his twin.
My God, I can’t believe this is happening to me! Since when did Dario have a twin? This is something I hadn’t thought of before. It can’t be! This can’t be... Oh my God, it can’t be!
Suddenly the memory of the night of pleasure with Dario comes to my mind. What if I didn’t really sleep that night at the lake with my husband but also with his twin? Oh no! No... no... this can’t be! This can’t happen to me.
I feel my body slacken a little more, how the tingling in my hands increases, and my legs don’t cooperate to re-establish my walking and get out of here.
This can’t be. I repeat it over and over like a litany. My body is col
