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A cold, rainy night brings Ana Reyes—drenched, shivering, Luna’s little sister—to John’s door, and he lets her in. He and his wives, Gloria and Estella, have a good thing, but Ana won’t be the last ghost from his sexual past to settle into their house. She slides into their lives in more ways than one, and the knock is just the beginning.
John is settling into the living room armchair, a book open on his knee, when the doorbell rings – three sharp, urgent chimes. He finds Ana on the porch, rain streaming off her hair, her denim jacket
John pads into the kitchen at dawn, still in yesterday's shirt, and finds Ana standing at the counter, her wet hair twisted into a messy knot, wearing Estella's sweat that hangs loose on her lean fram
John, Gloria, and Estella are in bed together. As John and Gloria initiate sex with Estella, theyre very enthusiastic. Estella asks them if theyre pretending shes Ana. They deny it, and Estella pauses
Ana's breath catches. She hasn't made a sound, but the knock is insistent, patient. The door handle turns a fraction, then stills. 'Ana?' It's Estella's voice, hoarse and low, the same voice she heard
John and Ana are reminiscing on the back porch over a bottle of wine. They begin to kiss, and she pulls his pants down. She plays with his cock, and just before she takes him in her mouth, they hear G