She also put a slice of appletart on the same plate, saying it would save me having to go back fordessert."I've got no tomato ketchup," she said. "So ...ou'll have to made do withsalad cream instead." She poured a whole bottle of salad cream over mydinner. Then she said, "Do you want custard on your apple tart?" No, thank you," I replied. But Mrs Duffield plopped a ladle of custardon my plate anyway, and handed it to me. I took it from her, andcurtseyed. The dinner tasted disgusting, but I ate it. “Was this done today at the Centre?”Emma kept blushing.“Tell me,” Mrs Lowe ordered firmly.“Yes,” Emma squeaked.Mrs Lowe looked at Wendy, who was also blushing.“Let me see,” Mrs Lowe said, pointing towards Wendy’s bottom.Wendy turned, still looking embarrassed.“Why did they do this?” Mrs Lowe asked in a shocked voice. “I will complain as they were just showing you around.” Then Mrs Lowe thought about it for a few moments and a look of realisation crossed her face as she looked closely at Emma,. I never thought that I would ever think of my cousin sister like this but after these past couple of days I almost began to forget about all those seemingly unwritten rules."I heard some kind of noises coming from the kitchen last night", she said as she walked over to the sink. "I could swear that something was going on out here that might be just a little naughty."I sat down in surprise as I listened to my little cousin sister go on and on. My God, I think the little squirt is a little bit on. (Warning #1: Never just give your wife carte blanche to screw someone else because you think she won't. Trust me, she will!) She expressed her concerns to Bill, who assured her not to worry as he knew how to take care of a lady. My wife set up a date/meeting for the three of us on Friday night. (Warning #2: Never meet the black man who is going to bed your wife. He eventually will rub your face in it. Trust me, this will happen!)Friday night came with drinks at our house, cheaper and more.