"One day, in the future, I will happily create a family with you if we remain together," I whisper in her ear."Pinky promise?" she asks, her eyes wide...ing as my thumb strokes over her bottom lip."Yes, it's a pinky promise. In fact, if this arrangement ends for whatever reason, we should meet five years from now if we're single and give it another shot. Just you and me with no-one else involved. I will never change my number." Okay," she smiles.With her beautiful hair flowing over my chest, she. They were the difference between a Jenny safely beyond Stacey’s jealous vindictive rages, and a Jenny who might find herself doing… anything. Perhaps it was unkind of me, but I did not imagine Stacey doing anything nice to Jenny. I loved both of them more than I could describe, and I couldn’t let it happen — no matter how much Stacey might disapprove. If I were lucky, she’d never find out and the issue wouldn’t come up, if not, well… I’d take my punishment. Stacey loved me too, in her way, and. The way we figured it, we had to get married as early as possible on the morning that we decided to leave. I had a friend that had connections with a justice of the peace. He talked to some people and was able to get us married at seven am on any Thursday. Judy and I had to figure out how everything was going to work. If we left on a Thursday we wanted to stay through the weekend at Niagara. Then we could come back the following Monday. We decided to get married in three weeks, which would be. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed, “I’m not going to kill you, yet!” He said hoarsely. Instead he took some rope and tied them up to the dining room chairs. He gagged them and told them to enjoy their wait. He then turned his attention to me, with his hands on his hips he dryly stated, “How unexpected to find me a witness, what shall I do with this little sweet morsel?” Feeling defiant and actually not as scared as I should be I replied, “I’m sure you will do as you will for a crazy.