I'd been going out with a lovely girl, The wedding plans were all made.

Everything was set.

Only one thing bothered me. Her younger sister was coming on to me.

A flash of cleavage here, A view up her skirt there.

"What is a man to do?" One day, the eve of our wedding actually. I'm round at her house and her sister is in on her own. The conversation is becoming more and more suggestive. When finally she starts to take all of her clothes off, telling me, No-one will be home for hours, and she's allways been jealous of her older sister, having me, and that she wanted to take me to bed. As she wiggled her way upstairs, indicating, in no uncertain terms, that I should follow.... I left the house.

Once outside, their father embraced me, and told me what a credit I was to my parents and his daughters. He thanked me for not failing the little test that their family had hatched, to test my fidelity, and welcomed me to his family. THE MORAL OF THE STORY? Always leave your condoms in your car