Just before driving off I noted the location of this car park and perhaps just perhaps I’ll stop off on my way back to London and linger for a while..., who knows I might even bump into my new friend. Another hours driving brought me into the village close to the cottage, seeing the pub was still open I parked up and made my way to the bar and asked if they were still doing evening meals for my little escapade early had left me famished and I didn’t fancy cooking once in the cottage. In a way I. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, the stranger never felt obligated to honor them.Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home - not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.My Dad didn’t permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He. “How's my cheating with the maid husband doing? Oh,” she added looking at his firmly erected penis, “still excited I see, thinking of how tight the maid's ass was?” “It was only once, and I apologized, please, I'm sorry, what do you want me to do?” Dave pleaded. “Suffer!”, Fiona answered, :You say it was only once, I say it was once too often.” She stopped talking and reached for her purse from which she removed her leather driving gloves. She smiled confidently as she heard Dave groan each. ”Nevina had gone to Sarah and they hugged one another. The three remaining young ladies stood behind their ‘guys’ as they each finished up their breakfast. April moved herself to directly on my lap.“Joe called, Michael,” my mom said. “He won’t be here as expected.”“I understand that, we have another job on Saturday night. We need to be there because the ‘show must go on.’ Sarah and Nevina, I understand if you can’t or don’t want to join us every time.”“Now, just a minute, Mr. Love,” my future.