In the song, a housewife prepares supper for her husband who returns home with a dinner guest, a very handsome black dinner guest. In the chorus, the ...itchen table shakes whilst the husband tries to eat. In front of him, his wife is on her back and the black man is on top of her. Eleonora, a proud Italian mother of two daughters and wife to a wonderful husband, had always enjoyed the lyrics of Domenico Golino’s folk songs, which usually had a housewife theme that she could really relate to.With. The dead had been buried and the survivors, the little children and those peaceable decent souls who had not been carried away by the puritanical zeal of the majority, locking themselves into their homes and praying that the poor girl might be spared, flocked out to greet her. They assured her that they bore her no ill will for what had befallen the rest of the townsfolk."After all" said the new mayor, "They were going to kill you in the most degrading and painful manner, bringing everlasting. I imagined that Carl would have a serious talk with Rachel now, he was a no-bullshit man.During the rest of my trip, several friends called me. I gave them no details, but I think most had at least a vague idea about why Rachel and I had split up. I had to promise to give them my new address as soon as I had it.Finally, the calls abated and I could continue to begin my new life and to leave the old shit behind. Easier said than done; my thoughts returned to Rachel all the time, to the good. “You, too.” I glanced over and Heather and Doug were wrapped up in each other, thus, I didn’t feel I was abandoning Heather for the next hot body that came along. I sucked on Beth’s breasts as I undid the belt to her Bermuda shorts, and consequently peeled them down her legs. She had on bikini underwear, and those went quickly, too, tossed onto a nearby chair right along with my boxers and the rest of her clothes.The living room at the ranch was arranged with three long white sofas in a ‘U’.