"Amiee walks over to Jay, whispers something in his ear, and his pants move."Wow Kristen my wife can make your husband hard without even touching him....What did you say to him Aimee?" Well I said that I am his prostitute tonight, that he can fuck my mouth, ass, pussy. I will call you whatever you want me to, I will wear whatever you want me to. I am yours for as long as you want me." Now Kristen maybe you haven't even tried. Kristen do you want Aimee to take care of your husband. She will do. Joan Sims was Secretary, her husband was Steve, Michael Walton was appointed Treasurer, helped by his ditsy wife Sue Ellen, Cesar Norello and his scrumptious wife Vikki took care of the replies and arranged accommodation for the out-of-towners, whilst Bev and Tony Walton, Clive and Betty Jones, Peter and Sue Cook and Laurie and Lyn Walton made up the sixteen of the organising committee. Each descendant was assigned a particular duty and was expected to be assisted by their spouse.The committee. She took my hand a couple times and swung it like she was having fun.“Charlie, this is going to sound a bit slutty, but do you have a guest room, or are you hiding me from someone?”“Totally the former, not EVEN the latter. I just thought you’d be more comfortable in a hotel.”“No, I don’t think I would. I have flannel pajamas, clothes and shoes to wear for the next three days, and a smile on my face. I’d like to just go home with you and talk. You have any beer? I could use a beer.” I nodded,. Not a hectoring foreman."I laughed. "I'm not certain I'm either of those." Well, we'll see tomorrow. In a few hours you'll have the dinner test." Oh, dear! And I didn't bring my medal, nor my Navy uniform." Let's stroll back. You'll have two hours before they pick us up." Right."I thought a bit about having to do an extemporaneous song-and-dance, and decided that it really was okay. I was being parachuted in on these blokes. They needed to know who I was. I got a book from my room, Janet Turner.