Page 25 of Devil’s Disciples

I paused, met her wide-eyed gaze, and smiled. “I did.”

“You just did it?”

“Just. Did. It.” I rinsed my coffee cup and then turned to face her. “Then, I did it again. Maybe a third time, I can’t remember. I was brain dead after the second time. Everything got really confusing. There was a lot of intermingling sweat, and his tattooed hands seemed to be everywhere. And, there was that manly scent thing, and my shaking legs. There was a lot going on.”

She squinted. “Brain dead?”

“He screwed me until I couldn’t think. I was a wreck. Wobbly legs, everything.”

She shook her head. “I didn’t think you were, you know, like that.”

I gave her a look. “Those two kids that got on the bus earlier. Were they yours?”

Her nose wrinkled. “What do you mean?”

“Nicky and Dickie or whatever their names are. The two hellions. They’re your kids, right?”

She pressed the web of her hand against her hip and looked me over. “Henry and Helen, Andy. You know their names. I can’t believe you called them hellions, they’re just kids. And, you know they’re mine, why?”

I did know their names, but she was wrong about them being hellions. The twins were possessed by the devil, as well as a few other evil spirits. It wasn’t Holly’s fault though; all children were malevolent.

“Did you get pregnant with a syringe?” I asked.

She glared.

“Turkey baster? Immaculate conception?” I widened my eyes comically. “Was it an accident, like on Jane the Virgin? Did your gynecologist accidentally squirt sperm in your twat?”

She continued to glare for some time, and then raised one eyebrow slightly. “What are you getting at? You know Hank’s their dad.”

“You had sex?” I shrieked. “With Hank?”

“Stop it, Andy.”

“Did it feel good?”

She gave me the stink eye.

“Did he make you come?”

The stink eye continued.

“Did you close your eyes and bark out a breath each time he shoved himself in you, or did you fight him, screaming for him to stop because you hated it?”

“Stop it, Andy,” she hissed.

“Seriously,” I said. “Before he left you for the girl with the big fake boobs at the chicken wing place, did you like fucking him?”

“Stop it.”

I knew the comment about the chicken wing waitress would piss her off, but I wanted to piss her off. She deserved it after making the I didn’t think you were like that remark.

I lowered my tone to a plead. “C’mon, Holly. Seriously. Did you like fucking Hank? Back when you used to fuck him? You know, when your relationship was good?”

She let out a breath. “I loved it, why?”

“You said you didn’t think I was like that. It sounded like you were against having sex. Kind of funny, considering you and Hank were bumping uglies since you were in high school.”

“I didn’t screw him the day I met him.”