One cold Friday winter night my wife, Wendy and I were having a nice meal sprinkled with wine, the kids were sleeping at their grandmother's house, therefore the house was quiet like it's never been in the last 15 years.
Once the meal ended, I helped Wendy pickup so we were able to sit in the living room with some soft music and a lot of quiet. At about 7:00pm the phone rang, it was John asking what we were doing, I told him that we were sitting quiet and if he wanted to come over to have a drink with his wife Mary they were welcome. For those of you that have not read my first story I will explain about John and Mary to you, if you have already read my store called Good Friends Fuck you should skip the next paragraph.
John and Mary are from Toronto, John was transferred to Québec by the company he work's for, but only for 4 years, Mary followed but she does not like it here at all.
Back to the story. John tells me his wife was gone back home for the weekend and that he might come over later, but, when John tells me this it's always to be polite and never shows up. Wendy and I were getting very comfortable, what with the wine, music and the quiet. Wendy says "I am going to put on something more comfortable." Off she went, and came back with her pyjamas on, so we were all ready to spend a very quiet night.
At about 9:00 p.m. the front door opens and what do you know John comes in to the house with two bottles of wine, "that is very nice of you, but Wendy and I have already drank about two bottles so far tonight" I tell John.