‘Is she? She must be,’ muses Yvette.Jane walks over to refill Yvette’s glass. Jane is wearing black high heeled shoes. Her legs are tanned and b...re. Her skirt is short and of mat black leather. Yvette notices a golden ankle chain on Jane's toned, long leg.Jane retreats, leaving Yvette to drink in her son with the two women. Jane talks on about it being fine with her, and it’s just normal.'They're all adults and obviously having a great time, don't you think? I can't see why they shouldn't enjoy. As she lives close to me I volunteered to be the designated driver. I picked her up and off we went, meal was ok and as I'm a people watcher I enjoyed seeing everyone let their hair down. Mandy was enjoying herself, maybe had a few too many drinks, but she looked happy.So it came time go we walked to the car and she linked her arm through mine. On the way back she asked if I would pull over as she had something she wanted to ask me. I pulled over and parked up. She said, "I'm going to tell you. It was around midnight that my wife came into my room. She was wearing a white bathrobe and asked if I was naked. I told her that I was naked and she turned to leave my room and asked me to put a pair of boxer shorts on, which I did. She came back in and sat on my bed; she looked upset and told me that she and Robert had just had an argument, and would I mind if she slept in my bed tonight! “With me?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied, “That’s why I asked you to put something on. I wouldn’t ask. I suddenly got an idea. "What if we share an apartment? Will your grants, loans and part-time job be able to support your part?" I suggested."I'm not sure, but we can find out. Are you sure you want to do this?" Pete asked."Well I have to see how Stephanie thinks. I'm not sure if this is too much for her."When Pete went for his shower I called Stephanie. She was very hesitated. "Dad will kill me," Stephanie said. "If he knows I live with a guy." You're not living with a guy. You're living with.