“You sure are,” her mother replied as she reached for the dishes I placed beside the sink. “I told Mike’s mom that you’d take him to his chu...ch in the morning. That was one of her conditions for allowing him to spend the night.”“What were the other conditions?” Lynette queried her mom.“If I see either of you breaking one of them, I’ll be sure to let you know,” came her sharp witted reply. “Why don’t you take Mike back to my bedroom and get him one of your father’s swimming trunks. Then, I’ll. .It was the first day of Phil's vacation from work. Heclimbed out of his twin bed in his stripped PJ's and gottendressed in a blue T-shirt, shorts and sneakers. He went outto his new red Honda and drove to the open all night drugstore to buy the new type of razor he heard about than runwhile you're standing in the shower."Where did you go?" Donna asked when Phil drove back intothe drive way, undid his seat belt and got out of the car.Since Phil had traded in his old car he had missed. Didn’t figure it was anybody else’s business.”“Thank you,” she said, her voice dull. “I have no manners,” she said, lifting her head. “May I offer you a cool drink?”“Thank you, no, Ma’am,” he said, standing. “I hate to say this, Ma’am, but it would probably be a pretty good idea if your children didn’t come back for the funeral. At least not if you’re going to plant him here, and they’d bring all their ... family.”“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” said Marian. “I don’t expect them. The French are renowned lovers, the thought of two French bisexual couples in their thirties, perhaps kinky lovers, had me intrigued so I readily agreed. And they are younger than me, something that appeals to the the cougar in me.Little did I realize at that stage just how kinky they were. And that I would be able to double my prepaid fee, then receive a very generous tip on top of that.When I arrived at their well known international hotel at two in the afternoon I was wearing heels, a short,.