The wedding was unaffected and casual, like they were, and I couldn’t help but envy them. Not the wedding itself—I was more the elope-to-Vegas typ...—but I did envy them the commitment, the security of knowing someone would be there at the beginning and end of the day for them. I walked over to the bar to drown my envy in a Jack and Coke. “There you are.” Lia came over and swiped my drink, which she tossed back without even looking. “Oh, ugh! That’s disgusting!” I laughed. “That’s what you get. What I was going to ask you was - were you close by, when everyone got their big titties and their big butts?”“Yes, I was. Does that make me guilty?”“Not really, but it does make me think you had something to do with them looking so sexy and beautiful. I kept looking around out there, and I saw Patricia, and Sharon - suddenly change from skinny girls like Mom and me, into sexy grown women, like Ms. Pam - and Mom, now.”“I noticed that too, and I thought it was my guitar picking at first.”“Come. Bill being the owner of a collection of B.S.A. motorcycles, that Alison had been ... friendly with ... for years.She snorted. "Bill? Remember Jean?"He nodded. Jean Barton was a statuesque blonde who rode a Vincent Black Shadow."Well, Bill decided a statuesque blonde riding a Black Shadow was more interesting than a petite redhead riding a Scott Squirrel. I haven't seen hide nor hair of either of them this year. Which is quite a feat, don't you think?"He decided that he couldn't think of. "Yasmin studied his face intently, that face that had graced thecovers of hundreds of fashion magazines, Naomi's face, and sighed.Had it really been only a year since the incident? It seemed longer.Yet it had started on a day very like this one, in almost identicalcircumstances. It was a video shoot for the previous single andNaomi, Eva, Cindy, and Helena had all agreed to be in it. They hadbeen standing chatting with the boys while the set was being dressed.John had been playing with an ugly.