Ricky

“What are you doing?” Marilyn asks.

“I don’t like this. We’re here to come clean to our friends, so why are we lying to them?”

“Are we?” Her beautiful blue eyes glisten.

Even the thought of Marilyn crying is too much. Releasing her arm, I pull her to me, smashing her breasts against my chest as I move us into the room with Marilyn’s overnight bag on the floor and close the door. When she looks up, I see red ...