My mom runs a bar. All her kids came from spur-of-the-moment flings with customers. She said my father was a wandering hunter. The moment she saw his fantastic ass and long legs, she enthusiastically invited him to her bedroom to... to share a good bottle of wine and talk all night...
The black-haired boy pointed casually at his long legs as he spoke. Chris and Charles are my twin younger brothers. They both look like Mom. She says their father must have had the twin gene, which is ridiculous. But my sisters, Carol and Christine, have a pair of beautiful rose-colored eyes. They must have inherited them from some dissolute young nobleman.
Mom says her dream is to open a chain of bars in every corner of the world, so we’ve spent these past few years constantly on the move.
As for me sleeping with short-skirted bar owners over the years, yes, they’re all stories about the same woman.
Theme: Giving you a home
