Chapter 05: An Erotic Thank You
I hopped in my car and followed behind Marjorie and Allison, in their beat up Toyota, to their apartment complex which was only a few blocks away. I parked next to them at a fairly upscale looking complex. I did notice that most of the cars parked around were fairly new and expensive. The twins' Toyota did tend to stand out among the other vehicles.
Mindless of the other cars, the girls waited for me to climb out of my car and then they led me to a downstairs apartment. Stepping inside, I immediately noticed a strange dichotomy: one half of the apartment practically sparkled, while the other half was littered with shoes and clothes.
Marjorie directed me to the couch as she disappeared into her neat room while Allison went into the messy room. I sat back on the couch wondering about this odd couple of twins, to look so much alike, but to be so different. Marjorie had seemed the friendliest so I had been immediately drawn to her, and to be honest, I was a bit intimidated by Allison. She had an intensity that seemed ready to boil over at the slightest provocation.
Looking around the apartment it was immediately apparent that the women were a bit short on cash. The little bit of furniture obviously came with the apartment, and the only other things that decorated the living area were a few sketches torn from an artists sketchpad. The drawings were done in charcoal and all had a sad and dark quality to them.
One of the drawings was a ballerina, not in the midst of dance, but collapsed to the floor, clutching a foot in apparent agony. The way the artist had portrayed the pain in the dancer's face with but a few dark lines and smudges was amazing.
"That was Allison's drawing of me, of the time I injured my ankle," Marjorie said. "The way she drew it, you would think she felt the pain in her own ankle."
