OKAY!!!!!!!!! My boyfriend's parents were card-carrying, tub thumping, evangelical, God-bothering Born Again Christians. When I stayed at their house I was made to sleep in the room with boyfriend's little sis. One weekend his 50 year-old aunt visited with her live-in partner.Despite the fact they had been living together for YEARS, because they weren't married, the boyfriend had to sleep in a different room - on a mattress on the floor in MY boyfriend's room. Thats how strict the parents were. Anyway, this Saturday afternoon we found ourselves alone in the house. The parents were out, and the aunt and her paramour (whom I hadn't met yet) were out. ... so we decided to take advantage of the situation and have a session in boyfriends room, where we ended up on the "uncle's" mattress on the floor. Well - I had THOUGHT my period was finished, but all the frenzied activity brought on a final flood - there was a huge bloodstain creeping its way across the duvet cover! I leapt to my feet and tore it off before sprinting, naked, to the washing machine. I stuffed it in the machine and turned it on. I was standing at the foot of the stairs beside the front door, fretting about how long the wash cycle took, and whether I would have time to tumbledry it and get it back on the bed before anyone got home, when my boyfriend threw my jeans and top and bra down the stairs for me to put on. (No knickers - often went commando in my youth - thinking it was better than a VPL). I decided to put on my jeans first - I was bending over, starting to do so when the door opened behind me and Lo! Two complete strangers standing there staring at my bare ass. Auntie and "uncle" were home! Aunt said "Don't worry we came back for a bit of that ourselves"..... Then I had to explain why the duvet was in the washing machine. AAAARRRGGGHH!!!!!!