Invisible to her Husband
Two beautiful blondes, wearing nothing but thongs, no bras, their hair styled just like Leslie’s.
Like any man in his position, arousal hit him instantly. He stepped back, unable to tear his eyes away, until he noticed the file in one woman’s hand and the pen in the other.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Divorce papers. For you and Fatima,” Leslie said, walking toward him as the women placed the documents on the counter. “They’re twins,” she added casually.
“I can see that.”
“And you can have them,” Leslie said softly, “if you sign.”