Bonnie & Clyde

They come in the quantity of a pair.

They join our family when Bonnie moved in when we first wedded.

They are Bonnie's best friend when she felt insecure, especially during sleep time.

They provide comfort during Bonnie's every morning detoxification moment.

They both are named, individually, by Bonnie.

This twins are the ones that share our bed every night. Bonnie use them to form a "V" shape, covering her ears, as a protective shield against closet monsters in the night.

I have nothing against them as I've pretty much got use to the foursome relationship.

The only problem is, these two buggers followed Bonnie since like during centuries ago. They actually, according to Bonnie, contain the unique body aroma of their mistress.

(Ok, before I go further, lemme just decribe a little about them. Basically, they're two children pillows, aged, and with "minor" stain. The color? Imagine I secretly give them a nickname: old tyre)

This is not the problem too, actually. The main thing I might find myself struggling to learn is, Bonnie likes to, outta sudden, press these faithful friends of her onto my face; and insistI inhale as deep as I could.

Of course I did; I promise, as I know not doing so will cause hazards to my personal health. Well at least by inhaling, the damage to health isn't that great.

Luckily, this's not her idea of foreplay.

Also lucky enough, she's not using whip and handcuffs.

Guess I'm a lucky man after all.