Casey is ten years my junior and has a daughter. Her name is Tia. We both raised Tia from a gangly young girl of nine to a lovely young woman of twent... one during our twelve year marriage. Casey decided for reasons unknown to me, her family or her friends to hook up with a convicted drug dealer and bi sexual truck driver. Not making this shit up folks. She divorced me and moved out of state. Tia and I had always had a close relationship, and it was made closer due to the fact that her mom had. Amber got her mom and aunt and they headed to the super market to get some stuff before heading home, they talked about the trip and how Stan was upset that he didn't think of having them come down instead. Amber told her mom and aunt to pick up anything that they think they will need, they grabbed mostly stuff that wouldn't take long to prepare including a cooked ham and some seasoned ribs that she knew Stan would love to have later. They got to the vegetables section, Amber mom picked up some. She took his hand and escorted him out of thebooth. When Amanda saw him she said, "You look just dreamy. You looklike a doll that should only be for display. I love you and thatgown is perfect for our wedding." They finally left the bridal salon and he said, " I thought Iwould be wearing a tux like most grooms do. Why do I have to weara gown?" "Because you are going to be my bride. I thought you understoodit last night. I already spoke to a woman I know who is a ministerabout marrying us.. Amy started to squirm in her seat as the fantasy played out in her mind…***It was late at night, late enough that the lights were on throughout the bus, painting everything in its slight yellow tint, but soon the lights would turn off so that the bus-goers could get some sleep. Amy was wide awake, and as far as she knew, so was Alex.For a little while longer, she was content to stare out the window and just think to herself, until she felt something on her neck. She turned her head just enough.