Is it OK honey, if I neck a little with your best friend?

My mother-in-law kept scrolling through my photos, fascinated.

“This is a nice photo.” And she turned my cell facing towards me. “Is that some kind of party at your place?”

I looked at the photo, and I recognised my wife Lola in the long, sexy red dress she wore at Jason’s Xmas party.

“No, that was the night of celebrating Xmas at Jason’s. He even had hung up a mistletoe.”

“Is that why Lola is looking at you before she kisses him?” Mabel asked, grinning.

“Yes, she looked at me and asked if it was OK for her to neck a little with my best friend.”

“And you said yes?”

“Well, it was just a bit of harmless fun, you know.”

“I don’t see any other guests?

“We were a bit early. But not much later lots of people showed up. In my opinion, he had invited too many guests, or he didn’t expect all of them to show up. He suddenly had his hands full with the organisation, but my wife happily offered to help him out.”

"Jason was very thankful for her offer and asked me if I didn't mind him borrowing my wife."

"Of course not," I replied. "Make the best use of her."

"He will, Steven," my wife replied to me, locking eyes with me, "he certainly will."

“So, she was kind of gone for the first part of the evening?” Mabel asked.

“Yes, perhaps like two hours?”

“Yes, they must have been really busy.” My mother-in-law smiled at me. “Really busy.”

“I think so too. Because when I saw her again, she looked worn out, and I thought perhaps she had been overly excited in doing him a favour, and she wanted to go home.”

“Yes, favours can be real tiring, especially when you do them to good friends.”

“I think so too. And of course, since she was wearing high heels and probably carrying bottles and food around the whole time, she could barely walk to our car.”

“Poor girl," Mabel giggled. "He must have really used her.”

“Yes, I think so too," as I dreamily remembered that nice party.

To be continued.