I was pestered by a single, non-popular colleague, and I, the only married person, decided to hold a home party. I asked her wife to gather her female friends, and when it came time to start, I had to go to the office. When he came home early in the morning, his wife was sleeping in a quiet room. Beside her was a camera her colleague was filming. She casually glanced at it, and the state of yesterday's party was projected. Her colleagues, including her wife, who are in high spirits, started happily with a toast. She wasn't looking...
