Sasha and Clair
Sasha and Clair by anon y mouse I was worn to a frazzle. My 7-year old twin boys were driving me up the wall now that school was out. “What are we going to do today?” each one asked over and over. Finally their dad took pity on me and took them off my hands for an extended weekend. They left early on Wednesday morning to spend time with Craig’s parents. I went back to bed. When I awakened, I remembered the new neighbors across the street. I’d seen the moving vans, but had not laid eyes on them. After a late breakfast, I baked chocolate chip cookies and walked across the street. A beautiful young woman answered the bell. She was perhaps 24 or 25 with creamy skin, vibrant green eyes and smartly styled …