Drunkards

Jo and Matthew sat at the sumptuous table, blinking knowingly to each other from time to time, waiting for rescue, which, however, did not come.

One by one, they tried everything that was prepared by the Evans.

As time went on, Matthew grew happier and happier; he even turned a blush, while Jo had already removed the belt from her pants and undone the button.

“Mrs. and Mr. Evans, the food is excellent, as usual, but I think I am no longer able to fit in any more.” Jo announced shyly.

“Would you like to try some more of my chokeberry tincture?” Matthew’s father suggested in the hope that they won't refuse the tasting.

“No, thank you. I don’t think I will be able to.” Jo said honestly.

“Are you sure you are full, my child?” Mrs. Evans was still concerned about Jo’s and Matthew’s satiety.

“Yes, mom. We are more than full.” Matthew answered, trying to be as persuasive as possible.

“So we can move to the living room then.” Mrs Evans said happily.