When she entered the rustic kitchen, she was immediately clear about what was happening last night. Underwear on the lamp, Wilhelmino bag up on the line, a bra on the chair, a tie on top shelf lines, shorts on the mother's bar, where he hides under the lock the most expensive alcohol, one sock on the lid of the trash, nylons on the ground in front of the stove. Victoria lifted her head and was uncertain for a moment, whether to make a laugh or to dissolve.
She was, of course, glad that Wilhelm had such a great relationship, and that they had been engaged yesterday, but that they had to make such a mess in the common areas, where they could see parents at any time, or herself, to catch them in the sex that had been here for sure. She decided to collect their underwear first before the mother came.