Two Guys, One Bed
It’s really too weird.
[Yeah, but kind of nice.]
What has happened to my
morals,
my sense of right, wrong?
[Way overrated.] Shit, I’m
a one-woman Sodom and
Gomorrah, awaiting
transformation.
I hope Trey [and/or Brad]
likes salt, ’cause I’ll soon
be a regular pillar, in
exchange for this brand of
sin.
Trey definitely must like
salt. It’s bad enough that I
felt like it was okay to be
jam between slices of
bread.
But why doesn’t Trey care
about finding me in bed
with Brad? His cousin, yet.
Two separate trusts,
broken.
I mean, Brad accepts that
I’ve got a major thing for
Trey. But will Brad accept
the fact that Trey has climbed
into