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“So what’s up for tonight?” she asked.
I saw that Gina was in her bathrobe and had her bag of toiletries. “I’m gonna jump in the shower and change,” she said. “You let me know what you’re going to do when I get out.”
I was pissed but also determined not to let Trey spoil my weekend. He was working on something but it sure didn’t appear to have anything to do with the case. I pulled a tight little jean skirt out of my closet and decided to wear my new black tank half tee. My skin was lightly tanned, and the sun had brought out my new golden highlights. I jumped into Trey’s shower. Once finished, I slipped in to my sexy outfit and a pair of skyscraping black platform sandals.
Gina was finished as well as she came to my room.
“Hey hottie! Oh yeah, you look fantastic! You just need one little thing to accentuate your belly button ring. Be right back.”
Oh God, I couldn’t imagine what she had in mind. It was too soon to change the jewelry on it yet. She returned a few moments later with a small dangly chain that had a way of hooking on to the barbell without having to take the barbell out. There was a lightning bolt dangling from the chain. She clipped it on.
“Perfect. Super sexy with that flat tummy of yours, girl.”
“Like yours isn’t,” I remarked.
Gina had on a short white spandex skirt that hugged every curve on her. It was low slung and she'd put her navel jewelry on, a chain with a black rose dangling from it. She wore a black and white geometric print halter-top, her ample breasts displayed.
“Look at you, I said laughing, “You be trolling for trouble!”
“We be ‘track tramps’ tonight girlfriend!”
Gina had arranged for Rodney to come by and take us to the track. Neither one of us wanted to walk over in this heat. Rodney complied, but as soon as we got to the track we were on our own. The track served beer and wine, so we bought a couple of plastic wine glasses filled with the Belle’s own Riesling. It was chilled and tasted refreshing.
“Are you betting?” I asked Gina as we took our seats in the grandstand section.
“Of course,” she replied, “I generally bet by the horse’s names; I don’t believe in odds.”
“How's that worked for you?” I asked, giggling. Was the wine hitting me already? I hadn’t eaten anything since the bagel for breakfast.
Gina was at the window placing her bet for the first feature race. She was betting an Exacta on a horse named "Gina" to come in first and a horse named" I Kick Ass" for second place. Both were long shots but if she had the money to waste, so what?
When she returned back to our grandstand seats, two guys were following her with two more glasses of wine for us. She wasn’t kidding about meeting guys at the track.
“Here she is! Tylar, this is Dustin and Lyle. Guess what?” she halfway shrieked, “They're identical twins!”
No shit, I thought looking at them. Not only was every feature on them identical, it appeared as if they continued to have their hair cut in exactly the same style and wore matching clothes. They were 25 years old, at most. It seemed like they were taking the “twin” thing a bit far.
“Hey,” I said. “Well, which is which?”
“I’m Dustin,” the one closest to me said as he handed me a plastic glass of wine. I looked at Gina, feeling a bit peeved that she'd sprung geeky twins on us for the evening.
“Thank you,” I said, accepting the wine and shooting her a dirty look.
Lyle, the other twin, spoke as he took a seat next to Gina, “Actually, we're what they refer to as ‘mirror twins,’ meaning that we're identical to the point that one is the mirror image of the other. See, Dustin is right-handed and I'm left-handed. I have a mole on my left butt cheek; Dustin has the exact same mole on his right butt cheek.”
“Thanks for clarifying that for us,” I replied, turning away to roll my eyes.
They were dressed identically in tight Wrangler straight-leg blue jeans, with matching denim button-up shirts and red bandana scarves tied around their necks. They wore brown pointed-toe cowboy boots. I downed my glass of wine in two gulps. Gina looked at Lyle and gave him a sexy wink.
“How about another couple more wines, guys? I’ll buy if you fly?”
“Sure, Gina,” Lyle gushed. He took the bills from her hand and headed for the concessions. Dustin was busy showing Gina how he could turn his eyelids inside out. She was laughing as if it were the funniest thing she'd ever seen. Lyle returned with our wines and a couple of beers for them. No surprise there, they both drank Busch Lite.
The horses in the first race were being introduced on to the track. Gina hollered when her namesake horse was introduced, and then a few horses later, 'I Kick Ass'.
Finally the buzzer sounded, the gates went up. It was hysterical in that brief 30-second span, listening to the announcer say, “It’s Gina to the inside, then I Kick Ass right behind, Gina, now I Kick Ass breaking through to the outside. It’s I Kick Ass now Gina. The winner is Gina, followed by I Kick Ass!”
“I won, I won!” Gina shouted jumping up and down as both twins watched as her tits nearly jiggled free of her halter. She quickly went back up to the betting window to place her picks for the second feature. I drank my wine, just finishing my third one when Gina returned with two more glasses. The routine continued throughout the next six races and we were both getting hammered. I couldn’t keep track as to whether Gina was winning. At this point, I don’t think she even cared. The twins seemed to be enjoying our company. They were good sports about fetching our drinks.
