Sy looked up from his linguini and white clam sauce and asked, "So
ladies, vhat do you t'ink?" His aging fingers fumbled at his jacket
pocket, revealing a bottle of little blue pills.
Avoiding his lecherous gaze, the twins giggled and continued eating their lobsters.
"But don'tchou never t'ink you vould vant to try somet'ing just a little different?"
The twins hid behind their lobster tails, giggling with restraint.
Helen, the older of the two, dressed in a conservative ...
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