The next morning, Martin rubbed his face as he came downstairs from the hotel and got into the car Bruce had driven over, settling against the thick seatback with a sigh of relief.
"You can't handle it, eh? You're overwhelmed by just two people," Bruce teased appropriately.
Martin held up two fingers, emphasizing, "It was two women over 30, each more vigorous than the last."
Seeing Bruce about to mock him again, Martin simply played his trump card, "Wait until Kim and Khloe are a bit older, hit their thirties, get them together and you'll understand."
Bruce, that scoundrel, fell silent.
Martin's eyes widened, as if witnessing something unbelievable, "No way, you slept with them both?"
Bruce remained silent, clearly not wanting to deal with this face-punching bastard.
Martin shook his head, "Real sisters, huh."
