That's when all of a sudden, I realizedI was wiggling & twisting side to side, like I had seen my sister do,while she looked in a mirror, so many time... before. Now I knew why shedid that, because she felt so good inside about how she looked. She justwanted to see how adorable she looked, when her dress moved & swayed withher. I didn't know whether to cry or giggle with happiness. I was soconfused, that I just stood there looking at myself, with this feelinginside that made me happy about how I. I recalled hearing that Mickey Rooney had been married to eight different women and was sure he didn't hold the record. What difference did it make that my commitments were all to be made on the same day and at the same time. Unlike Mr. Rooney and others I fully intended to honor my lifetime commitments to each of my five betrothed.As we awoke I found that all of the three women sharing my bed seemed nervous. From the moment they rushed to the bathrooms the chatter was constant as they competed. She sipped the chocolate and watched David's ass, though his jeans weren't nearly tight enough for her taste. The way his hair hung past his face and let flickering firelight filter through was very primal looking though.Once the bigger logs began to catch, David grabbed his mug and joined her leaning against the couch. "Sorry," she said. "I know this couch isn't very comfortable. Gran would throw a fit if we got rid of it though."The couch was a wood-frame design with the cushions set inside. He closed the Shakespearean play and placed it back on the shelf. He then moved back to her, leaned over and slowly ran his fingers over her soft cheek. 
Her eyes shot open as he touched her, she gasped, opening those sweet lips. He slowly smiled at her, then leaned down and kissed her hard. She moaned and tried to move away from him. He lifted his head and frowned at her. His eyes questioning ‘The mask hurts,’ she said as she rubbed her cheeks. The man ran his hand through his hair. ‘Well, I’m.