"Don't worry about it. I just couldn't stand watching you struggle with 'em."She looked back into her house and with a slight tone of anxiousness or m...ybe desperation, she asked, "Do you want something to drink? I got beer in the fridge."A nice cold one did sound good, so I agreed. She started into the house and then looked back. "Please come in. It's too hot to stand out here anymore."Her kitchen was nice and cool and she grabbed me a tall boy and one for herself."I hope you don't mind this. He is my boyfriend."The receptionist gave Adam a dark look."It's not his idea," Shelly added quickly. "It's mine. I'm going to do mostly girl-girl stuff with the rest of the group you see. We're pretty much a package deal, you know."The receptionist's eyes softened."You see a lot of that, too," she said. "Guys who talk their girlfriends into going into the business. They don't last usually. The guy wants the girl to work only with him but he wants to work with everything with boobs." He almost. It was May, four weeks until their big day. Lynn and his mother were still hard at work on making the arrangements, and the time had come for him to start looking for tuxedos.He set up a date for himself, his father, and Brandon, whom he asked to be his best man. Brandon felt honored to be included and graciously accepted. They made their way to Men's Wearhouse to get fitted."So, big J," Brandon said, "This Denise chick I'll be walking with. Is she as hot as her sister?" Man, is that all you. " It looked like they had done just that. He saw some men in military uniforms, some in sports shirts and slacks, some in suits. One guy was wearing the plainest brown suit Cash had ever seen. And as for the ladies, well they were really a strange group. There were some in leather and chains, some in fancy dresses and some who looked more like men than women. Some looked sexy and some looked frightening. But all seemed comfortable in what they wore and who they were.Cash was wearing what might.