On the Road Again 16#

Having cleared matters between us, Allegra and I descended to meet the family at the dining table. Immediately I wished I’d not given up so easily on the daughter. She was like the girl in Manon des Source and sauce was the operative word. She positively oozed eroticism without knowing it...... but how could she not have been aware?
Her brother Maurice, the only one with no English at all, was a different pot de poissons, swarthy and tense clearly uncomfortable with these unexpected guests thrust upon the household by his father.
The mother shuttled between us and the kitchen.....