Chapter 2

The loonies were now loose. Depending on how you looked at that it was either really good or really bad. Screams and shouts filled and echoed in the hallways of the hospital. People unbuckled each other's straight jackets and Bubbles sighed against Three Finger's chest. Garbled taunts ripped loudly down the cold halls of the hospital. "It's really nice to see people helping out their fellow man."

Three-Finger pushed her into a room and pushed her into a chair, strapping her wrists down with an almost demonic glee. He placed each foot in a shimmering stir-up. Robert walked by the open door and stopped, flabbergasted at the scene as Three Finger's pants slid down, landing in wrinkled pools of fabric around his ankles. Robert was a-shaking all over.

"It's okay, brother, he had my permission." Bubbles couldn't stand it when Robert made her feel twisted.

Robert watched the carnal scene unfold, his sister screaming that it hurt her, it was her first time, there was no foreplay. No birthday was complete without a little rough sex, even though her birthday had been last month. Three Finger, he guessed, was a bit rough himself. With each thrust, a tear fell from Bubbles's eyes and she craned her head back, biting her tongue and lip from screaming.

"Oh my God! Oh, God!" screamed Bubbles. "It hurts!"

Three Finger enjoyed this, not registering that he was hurting her. After all, he was not trying to, he knew no better, he knew no different. Three Finger pulled himself out, pulled his pants up and unstrapped Bubbles. "If you guys have a kid, I'm not taking care of it," said Robert. Robert was madder than a wet hen seeing his twin in all that pain.