Glass (Crank 2)

No way could I maneuver icy

avenues. Trey’s Mustang isn’t

exactly a snow-country car either.

He finally broke down and bought

tire chains so we could go somewhere.

Mostly we’ve stayed inside,

watching Pay Per View, pulling

domestic duty, playing with the girls—

and each other. Just like an old

married couple, Brad observed.

Trey begged to differ. Except

we’re not old, and I don’t think

too many married couples stay

up half the night, smoking glass

and playing kinky games.

That piqued Brad’s interest.

Oh, do tell me more. I’m living

vicariously through the two

of you, I hope you know.

Please feed my imagination.

Trey looked at me, and Kristina

flinched but Bree knew just what

to say. “Maybe someday we’ll let

you watch. Until then, your

imagination will have to go hungry.”

Damn, she is brave! I still can’t

believe she and Kristina share

a brain—or a mouth. And now

that Trey has to leave, I hope she

can show me how to stay strong.