It was a glorious morning. The sun was bright, there was no fog, and two pairs of horny lovers were ensconced in the perfect home. Eventually, Martin made his way to the kitchen to prepare coffee. He was pondering breakfast for four when a bleary-eyed Megan walked into the room. She zeroed on the coffee. Her hair was everywhere, and she looked like a granny, fully geared out in her flannel pyjamas. There was no way in hell she would freeze her ass off for a first cup of coffee. She thought about how brave she would look to Tina if she had, indeed, gone to the kitchen in search of coffee wearing only a skimpy thong that could double for dental floss.
“What are you smirking about?” Martin glanced at his sister. “Never mind, just remember, you have an employee of mine in your evil clutches,
