Sister in law Sally
It was Friday afternoon. My wife was due to fly out about now to attend a week-end conference for her work. I was thinking that, rather than go home to an empty house and boring TV, I might join the single guys and girls from my work at the pub that they visit every Friday after work. Then my mobile phone rang. It was my wife, Julia. “Hi Julia. What’s up?” “Hi Phil. I hope that you don’t mind. Sally has had to leave her boyfriend. I said that she could stay with us.” Sally is my wife’s baby sister. “She had to leave him?” “Yes. He was getting more and more violent. He had turned nasty with her.” “So, why can’t she go back to your mum’s place.” “Because she’s a horny teenager, and …