"Listen Love......I've not seen Craig this happy in years....now I don't
care what you're doing, but you're doing something right....now if you
want to sit and pick your nose or belch of fart...none of that matters
to me.....just keep doing what you're doing....and you won't hear a
complaint from me or Craig's dad" my mum told Pauline.
My mum told Pauline that if she really wanted to impress my parents, she
would make herself at home.
"no offence, but I'm sick and tired of running after the two of them
hand and foot, if you want a coffee, you help yourself....and while
you're through...if you want to make them a coffee.....be my
guest.....you won't hear me moan" My mum said with a laugh as Pauline
got the message.
From that day on, Pauline was more than happy to walk in and let my mum
know that I had asked her to stay the weekend. The next issue we had to
face as a couple was Pauline's social drinking.
*****
With Pauline almost ready to complete her final year of training as a
hair stylist, three months after we got together, it was clear that
Pauline and I were slipping into a comfortable routine. Twice during
the week Pauline and I would go out or visit friends and family and
each weekend, Pauline would come over at stay at my parent's house.
With a trust fund due to mature on my 26th birthday, given the way our
relationship was progressing, I started to drop subtle hints to my
parents that I was considering trying to get my own place. I did know
that as my dad's business grew, each year he would divert more and more
cash to my trust fund to save on paying more tax. When my dad announced
that I had close to a quarter of a million in my trust fund, I almost
shit myself. At a guess, I figured it would have been closer to twenty
or thirty grand, of course, my parents sat down with me one night and
asked me to be honest about Pauline.
Honesty was what they got......
Okay so I knew Pauline wasn't perfect, she was slightly insecure about
her weight, but then again, given the amount of cola she consumed not
to mention the number of chocolate bars on a daily basis, I understood
why she was slightly overweight.
My parents didn't drink very often unless they attended a social event
through the work or had a family or neighbourhood party, the one thing
that did concern them was the fact that when Pauline had one alcoholic
drink, she kept drinking until she was drunk.
For me, Pauline's drinking was a double edged sword.
Of course I didn't like to see Pauline plastered but at the same time,
when Pauline was drunk, I didn't need to ask for sex. Pauline took care
of that. In fact, when it came to our sex life, while our sex life was
more than I could have ever dreamt it would be, it always seemed much
better when Pauline was drunk.
When Pauline was sober, she did occasionally ask me questions during
sex, like "does it feel nice being inside me" Pauline knew that I liked
that sort of thing during sex and did it more to please me. When
Pauline was drunk Pauline would hiss "I love it when you fuck me" or "I
want to suck your cock so badly"
