Fifty Sheds of Grey - four...

I was in two minds about the twins. Now don’t misunderstand me, I’m the sort of guy that likes an adventure, but they were so mixed up – one was always the pussycat the other a raging vixen. It was interchangeable. They took it in turns.  Personality split? Well it sure wasn’t banana – even though they were… plural.

They were the sort of babes who liked to play games. Always switching position - one minute pussycat was on top, the next she was underneath and vixen was in the saddle. I could never quite predict what was going to happen next. Sometimes I’d just leave then to it and watch as they climbed all over each other. I like to watch sometimes; and those two really knew how to put on a show.

Of course it ended badly. Well, these things nearly always do. Either Pussycat or Vixen - I don’t know which, I could never tell them apart - got too possessive and they had a fight. There were broken panels everywhere. After that I called it a day and stopped seeing them. Oh, I’m sure I could have shored it up, got them back together, nailed it once and for all – but I was just board by then.

Sometimes, that’s just the way it goes.