27-HELENA

"This is not the kind of night I thought I’d be having," Pierre muttered sulkily.

"It's much better," Mark nodded smiling before winking at me.

"Let me disagree on that, Sanders." I bit my lip to keep from laughing when the Frenchman took the cucumber slices from his eyes to look at him with feigned hatred.

"I join my wife when she wears masks," Fred objected from a corner with his hands dipping into a bowl of warm water.

"Abbie also likes when I accompany her in these tasks" Alex agreed next to Fred with his feet in another container of water "It's not bad, men can also groom themselves."

"You fagots," Pierre growled placing the slices back on his eyelids, "Royce, quiet your wife. She wants to change our X chromosome for the Y."

"Don't be ridiculous, Pierre," my husband yelled from the kitchen, "You were the first to ask her to put a mask on you."

"My chum-chum likes my skin soft," he answered under his breath before shutting