It's like a virus

As some of you know the whole Fifty Shades of infection started here with His mother. She was patient zero. It spread up this end... well He was the carrier actually. Then one small slave was made to read it. It was like the most awful compulsion really... a bit like looking at a road accident. You don't want to look, but your head sort of swivels round of its own volition. Anyway back to patient zero...

It seems she has scampered out to order the other two books. This is the same woman who just the other day had to resort to covering the book so she could read it in public. Now she was going to cover it in a nice brown paper... she thought it was appropriate, but being unable to find any she resorted to gift wrapping...

For the record those books are not a gift!

Even she has admitted it isn't suitable to give to His sister because she... get this... is a bit of a prude.

Well that clears up where all His inhibitions went to...

The topic of the book came up while one was down there dropping of some medication for His father and we ended up chatting about the aforementioned gift wrapping. In fact we were having a giggle about how bad the books were... 

It was at that moment that His father pipped up and said well if you aren't going to send it to her (His sister) then I might read it...

Virus! Those books are a fucking virus!