So - one weekend this summer my in laws stayed overnight with the kids as we were all coming and going different directions. They stayed in our bedroom because our house has no AC; it was hot, and our room has by far the best cross breeze. It actually makes my husband quite put out to have anyone use our bedroom, much less his parents, but he relented.
I cleaned, tucked the restraint straps waaayyy up under the mattress, double checked (we have kids so it's not like an open dungeon in there anyhow), set out some flowers, and left.
Now - my parents' relationship has always been a dysfunctional, no holds barred, R rated, for all the world to see kind of thing. My in laws on the other hand - think G rated Disney (from the 50's Disney), not sure how the kids came to be...it's just plain nice, but - i'm not sure i've ever seen them have actual physical contact with each other.
So - later - my husband took a trip with his father and they had time to talk. Apparently his father mentioned staying in our bedroom, and wanted to relate a funny story - about staying in our bedroom. [Want to see a Dom squirm uncomfortably? This particular scenario will do it]
It seems my mother-in-law rolled over and pointed to the nightstand (insert huge heart palpitation here - with visions of the sorts of things that sometimes sit on the nightstand) and said, "Look honey..."
See - the punch line of this one isn't the point at all - just hearing my husband relate the story my heart was in my mouth and my brain was going a million miles an hour through the mental list of what could have been on the nightstand, how they might have reacted, would they have had any idea what *it* was, shock at the fact that my father-in-law would ever bring it up, what would they think of us now, and how did my husband explain it to his dad then change the subject as they were trapped together in a car for 6 hours.
".... you two are so much alike, your son is reading the same book you are."