Chapter 10

Freydís Dagsdóttir and Sía Marksdóttir had really enjoyed their experiences, and they saw no reason to stop bonding as “stomach sisters” while they were stuck in East Texas. There was, however, one real concern: both of them were very fond of Dan Leland in particular. He was by far their favorite lover yet. He seemed to have such a “live and let live,” no-nonsense, practical outlook on life, very willing to accept them as themselves.

Both ladies had already agreed that if they were to have a boyfriend, it would be the same one at once. Dan would be perfect in so many ways, yet what if he didn’t handle it well? What if he suddenly got all jealous? What if he refused to keep them because they fucked a lot of guys and had no desire to stop yet? What if he just didn’t want to be more than a fuckbuddy? They could accept that, but they would really rather keep him as their man. What other man was as good of a prospect? What would it take to get to be his girlfriends and start a family with him while still getting to fool around?

“What if he thinks that we’re trying to keep him faithful to us? Some women are hypocrites that way, you know, especially around here, just as the men can be,” Freydís pointed out to Sía.

“We would never do that to him, but you’re right, he has no way of knowing that, does he? We’ll just have to ... convince him,” the platinum-blonde told her honey-blonde cousin and girlfriend.

“That we will, babe. That we will,” Freydís agreed with Sía as both of them laughed ... and kissed.

“Well, there’s a local saying that ‘the quickest way to a man’s heart is his stomach,’ you know. How about we pick up some takeout and bring it with us? It might make it easier to sell our ... pitch, if you will,” Sía snickered.

“Even better if we bring him plenty of booze, too! He’s got no shortage of pot, of course,” Freydís added.

“Oh, but, of course! That’s another reason why he’d be the perfect boyfriend for us, isn’t it? I’m very pleased that they legalized the stuff at last!” Sía winked as they pulled into the liquor store to grab some spirits.

“Oh, definitely, cousin!” Freydís agreed, “hey, let’s hold hands going inside. You know how hot and bothered that makes so many dudes!”

“Think that the clerk will be very ... amiable if he gets to see two women get all frisky with each other, even more so if we flirt with him, too?” Sía giggled as she tossed back her lovely locks of hair.

“Certainly!” Freydís licked her lips as they wandered through the liquor store and checked out their options.

“I think that Dan loves this brand best of all. I’ve seen plenty of it around lately,” Sía brought out the Jameson Irish whisky.

“And if Ireland is annexed to the Commonwealth as they keep discussing or proposing, the tariffs will vanish faster than the former President. Did they ever find him?” Freydís commented now with approval.

“I doubt it. He’s probably in a ditch somewhere, killed by whoever he annoyed last who didn’t need him anymore. Tends to happen when you lose your cushy government post and your security detail. What were they called, the Secret Service? Not very secret if everyone’s heard of them,” Sía rolled her eyes at the fate of the last American President at the time of the Mayhem.

“Yeah, well, I’m no prude, far from it, of course, but the bastard had it coming for not being able to take a hint. That’s what’s so great about Dan. He only wants us if we’re all interested and on the same page, you know. If a girl wants him and he wants her, he goes for it, without any shame, as there is no cause for shame. If she doesn’t want him? He leaves her alone. Hell, sometimes, he has to first be convinced that you do want him! He’s careful enough, yet he gets the girl,” Freydís smirked.