The girls, Darcy and Koko, were in Darcy’s room, and they had hatched a plan. “Ready?” asked Darcy.
“Oh yes!” replied Koko, with an evil chuckle. The cats, the two grown ones and the pile of kittens, ignored them, one giant fuzzy purring pile of joy on the foot of Darcy’s old bed. She knew nothing about it or the fact that Lewis—her gay brother’s love child—had been given it as his own.
They went back into the bathroom, where the three boys were now naked, having stripped off their soaking wet clothes. Since it was dark, nobody especially cared, because the ever-prepared d**k had provided a bottle of gin from downstairs, and they were drinking it from the water glass, turn, and turnabout, scooping up water from the tub and calling it “bathtub gin.” They’d been at it quite a while.
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