"Can I also help plan it?" I'll ask Mommy." He carried her into the family room and saw Kathy, Layla and Eric waiting for him. They had heard everythi...g in the foyer, of course. All were smiling at the conversation."Mommy, can Granddaddy help plan the wedding?"Layla replied, "He's more than welcome to help."Steve's mouth flew open when he realized this might be for real. "Would someone tell me what's really happening?" Dad," Eric said. "Layla and I are going to be married, sometime next fall. But I evaded her. I gave her a sip of whisky mixed with her urine. She came to her knees and kept her face on my penis. She started talking to my penis. Looking at the penis she said, “Darling, why don’t you show mercy on me. Fill up my mouth with urine, darling. Please. I am thirsty.” She kept my rod at the edge of her mouth and shook my penis to urinate. I tried and passed urine into her mouth. It was less. But it was mouthful for her. She drank it and licked the last drop on the tip of my. Dean noted the moisture building in April's eyes and reached for his wine to keep from saying anything wrong that might earn him the ire of either girl. This was definitely a chick moment. He had not reached his mid-thirties by opening his mouth and joking in a situation such as this. His late first wife, killed in a crash just over a year before he had met Andrea, had taught him that the hard way."Right?" asked Andi, grabbing April's cheeks between her hands and looking her directly in the eye. Five tables away sat Harold, by himself, just receiving his appetizer. Our eyes met, and my stomach turned. I felt small and wanted to shrink away from his gaze, anticipating an angry scowl of disapproval from him.He showed no scorn; barely any recognition crossed his face as he went to work on eating his appetizer. This confused me as the emotions within me threatened to boil over. I wondered whether I should go say hi to Harold. I worried about introducing him to my date, whose name I had.