'I made them feel welcome and asked why they hadn't gone into town with the rest of them and they said that they weren't interested in club or bar lif....Then I said well come home with me have a good cooked dinner and spend some time with me and mine.Well they came they seemed relaxed but could not keep their eyes off my sister in law.Finally they loosened up a little and enjoyed finally some wine.Jo, went out in the kitchen and I followed her, walked up behind her lifted her skirt, found no. But suffice it to say I won. The giblets are now in the sink in their bag. At this point I had a dilemma. Do I follow the instructions on the packaging religiously? Or do I follow my mother’s instructions? I hesitated, the people pleaser in me was torn. So I decided to compromise by combining them both. Then neither the plastic bag nor my mom would feel rejected. The turkey now resides in the oven, preheated as per both set of instructions, it is covered in bacon, as per my mother’s. Once she was there, however, she settled in immediately. She was an intelligent girl, and her grades started their uphill climb rather rapidly. I couldn't believe it. Selene would come home after school, make a snack, and as she ate, she would be doing her homework.Every school day, without fail.She'd notice me watching her, a pencil in one hand, a sandwich in the other, a hot drink in the centre of the table, but within reach, her head cocked to one side as she concentrated. Then she'd look up. Shyly, she confessed, “I haven’t washed since my shower this morning. I’m probably all stinky!”“So? I think I know what I am letting myself in for. If you aren’t ready, we can explore this later. For myself, I’m eager to drive you insane with my tongue. Tell you what: if we shower, now, would that help you relax and enjoy things?”“If I didn’t think I’d be all stinky, yeah, I wouldn’t be distracted by worrying if you would be grossed out. Wanna shower?”“Do I want to shower? With you? Naked? Have.