The men couldn't control their laugher as his wife made repeated efforts to insert the strap on up Marion bum and she only succeed when Harry position...ed it and then gave her a shove and his wife gave a gasp of surprise when that entire length vanish between the cheeks of Marion's bottom.Mary arrived and the amount of luggage that was with her pointed to a stay measured in weeks, not days. "Told you so", Rick whispered to his wife after Mary had been taken to her room with the luggage. "I bet. ‘Of course. Don’t you?’ she asked cheekily. Thus began a lively and fun conversation as the drinks had their relaxing effect. Christelle revealed she worked for store that sold opals and lived in the Melbourne Bohemian suburb of Elwood with her fiancee. Greg responded by telling her about his work at the restaurant and that he lived by himself in a unit in Ivanhoe. They ordered a second cocktail, Greg another ‘Pina Colada’ and Christelle deciding to experiment with a cocktail called a ‘Red Hot. "Everyone's going to be so excited to see you both."We stepped into a simple foyer, made fancy by the roping that hung on the staircase, decorated here and there with elegant red globes. There were voices coming from the right."Eeeehhhh," I recognized the voice of my Uncle Bill imitating a buzzer. "Next, please." I thought it was perfect," Aunt Helen protested."Perfectly flat," her husband, Uncle Ted, chimed in."It's not too late to ruin the gravy," Aunt Helen warned him."Perfectly wonderful,". Slurp . . What time do you think that you will be home . . Suck . . Slurp . . Slurp?"Now the noises are just a little bit louder and more noticeable. "I'm not to sure", I say. "Probably around eight or so. Sorry honey, I didn't know about this until about an hour ago." Slurp . . Slurp . . Oh, that's okay honey . . Suck . . Suck . . Slurp . . I wasn't really planning to do anything anyway . . Slurp . . Slurp . . Suck . . Suck . . Slurp." Honey, what's that noise"? I ask. "Are you eating.