Almost as soon as the Cook had finished his tale of the Devil and the Lady, the widow Dame Elizabeth called out above the hubbub and general hilarity.... ‘Dear friends,’ she said, ‘for that is what I must perforce call you now, there being none of my family left alive. The cook has regaled us with a merry tale this e’en, which was as hot a fare as man might wish for to send him happy to his bed. It is my contention that I might enjoy your approbation with a tale of my own. One about another lady,. Travaillant pour des salaires de mis?re et dont la plus grande partie partait de plus vers les familles du pays natal. Le marabout savait qu’il fallait un moyen, un canal, ou pourrait s’?chapper le feu de cette frustration sociale et sexuelle qui mena?ait sa petite communaut?. Eric ?tait la solution?: ce jeune blanc serait, par sa bouche et son cul, ce canal?Quatre ans qu’il ?tait au foyer.Eric avait compris d?s lendemain de son arriv?e ici qu’il avait ?t? pi?g??: quand on lui a pris ses. MY. GODDD!” I exclaimed. “I’m telling you the truth. I saw it with my own eyes,” Cissy said, laughing at my extreme reaction to her news. “You mean to tell me that the hottie in 302 is pretty close to Mr. Fancy Pants in 304?” I asked, bemused. “Yes! I saw him coming out of Fancy Pants’ apartment this very morning, looking all disheveled and shit,” she replied. I was struck silent. My roommate, Cissy, and I have lived in our apartment for almost 6 years. We’ve been through thick and thin. Jennifer, this is my Mom and my sisters, Jessica and Susan.’ They all turned. His mother smiled broadly. ‘Welcome, Jennifer. I’m Emily Johnson. We’ve heard nice things about you.’ Susan looked at me. ‘Yeah, it was nice to almost meet you the other morning.’ I could feel my face flush. ‘Susan!’ Mrs. Johnson reprimanded her. Jessica came forward to shake my hand. ‘Don’t worry about her. I would have done the same thing. I mean that’s definitely not the way to meet the family of a boyfriend for.