sHe: THE RISE OF THE NEW BREEDS [Book 1]

Chapter 18

IN A DIMLY lit living room, Roberta slouched on the couch, drinking whiskey. She looked at the headlight of the arriving car outside that was brightening the walls inside ...

Roberta remembered the perverted sexual fantasy games which she had with Lilya before—where she was the naked stalker in a dark house and she would pounce on the albino girl and 'rape and tortured' her.

Since she was ten, Roberta had relived the mental pictures of the guilt of how her own sister, Laura who was violated during the Medusa days by a serial rapist in the hospital wardroom. The 'games' begun when the albino girl who used to break into her house when Roberta was boozed up in a cataleptic state—and Lilya would slip into her bed and pleasured her like a succubus in the dark.

In their own ways, the similarity was that they both were two depraved sex addicts until they got married—these days the lovemaking drive had plateaued for Roberta; both of them led separate lives since Roberta's demanding career as a captain had placed a toll on her.

Seconds later, the gravid Lilya Devon walked in through the front door and turned the house light to find Roberta alone...

"You are back early, baby, why are you sitting in the dark, dear?"

There was no response. She lifted a couple of shopping bags up. "Ta-da! Look here, Rob, I got this great deal!" She took out a short maternity dress from a shopping bag, she unzipped herself and the outfit that she wore dropped on the floor...

Standing in her lingerie in front of a full-length mirror in the hall, she placed her new dress on her bump and approved it, speaking nonchalantly...

"Rob, do you think my belly got bigger with the twins in me? I can't imagine I will be as big as a cow in months to come; I am so excited Rob. You made a great choice that we should start a family, and I am enjoying every day thinking about what I will do with those two naughty babies crying and will be competing for my attention. I want you to be part of it too, okay Daddy-O?" she looked at her significant other who was slouched, seemed distracted...

"You have not said a word—are you okay?"

Roberta nodded back passively and she poured another drink from the single-malt bottle nearby. Lilya in her undies came over and crawled over her—and started kissing and giggling...

"I am pregnant but yet I am so horny, baby, wanna spoon me?"

Lilya began kissing again and stopped when the reclined and unresponsive Roberta was taciturn towards her, and now Lilya was concerned...

"What's the matter, you are not here." Roberta fibbed with an excuse...

"I am not in the mood, Snowie—it is just work stress."

Lilya Devon picked an electronic photo-album beside the couch and laid her head on Roberta's flat chest—after the mastectomy surgery, the husband had gone a few months before their wedding. Lilya was flipping the images until she came to an ultra-sonography photo of the twins inside her womb—and she compared it with Roberta's dead twin brothers because they were going to name their neonatal daughters after them...

"I noticed this the other day that one of the boys is bigger—who was bigger back at the farm, Johnny or Jimmy?" Roberta silently saw her swiping the frame to scan more photos of her departed brothers—mostly taken when the toddlers were two years old.

Roberta was little drunk, she has a brief reminiscence—of when she was nine at the farm in Wellsville, Utah—she chased after the two annoying brats who ran away with the TV remote control screaming, 'Sponge Bob.'