MenagerieChapter 8
I looked over at them as they watched me intently. “Why would you think that?” I took a minute to admire them as they looked at each other again. Strait brown hair just past their shoulders, big crystal blue eyes, and faces that landed them a modeling job at ten. With tight lean bodies and perky B-cups that looked on the verge of becoming a C, they were almost identical except Hope had a small circular birthmark on the top slope of her right breast. “We first started to think about it on...