Deep. George and Maggie, the girls knew, would never really get over themselves. xxx18 Set. No sounds, suddenly, from behind their parent’s door, and in the brief quiet the girls caught themselves gasping in the still of the dark hallway. Maggie told the girls to choose which flavor they’d prefer, and they had asked what difference did it make, tonight was about anal sex. “It’s not always about you, daddy” the middle one, Eleanor, added. Give. Closed. “ – and what, no oak?”
“ – or steel?” Ellie and Gretchen chiming in. Maggie edited his drafts for signs of life and marketability. Bridget asked if there had been cucumber. Some discussion, then all understanding and belief, after a time, and so the girls put on the movie again, their parent’s private archive; drinking beer, getting
