The wrong present in so many ways
A few years ago I spent some time in India and while there picked up lots of Christmas presents for the family and then boyfriend. I bought loads of nice silk things and felt very pleased with myself for being so generous on such a tight budget.
When it came to buying for the boyfriend I decided on two gifts…..a large and colourfully illustrated copy of the Kama Sutra and some silk underwear items for me that I had specially made up by a friendly tailor in Bombay…where they are very broadminded….

So on returning to the UK I’m picked up by my parents at the airport, haven’t seen them in a long while, so I go back to their house and as it’s nearly Christmas I decide to give them their presents early – in the morning after I‘ve had a chance to catch up on some sleep…..

As it was a very long flight and I’m very tired my mother offers to unpack my bag….I refuse her kind offer and go off to bed…..

The following morning I get up late and discover that my parents (usually early risers) are still in bed…and then I realise what it is that woke me…..Could I hear someone groaning in pain? No….not pain…..


Yes, my mother had unpacked my case for me…..and she had taken my gifts ….and was making use of them with my father…..

I never asked her about the items and she never mentioned it either…..
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Fri 15 Dec 2006, 13:06, Reply)