Of course b*o, we have your back, I told him. When and whereHe said she always wanted a Vegas wedding complete with Elvis as the preacher. And he was ...oing to propose at dinner.Let's do it, I told himHe smiled and said thanks for everything, oh and he had one more secret to share, they would be moving to our city permanent. This made me happier than I thought I was going to be on this trip.One of my best friends and one hell of a lover was going to be moving closer to us, with his Beautiful. I still can’t understand how you drink whisky!”“It’s the water of life, Babe!” I said. “From uisge-beatha in Gaelic!”“Some MAN made that up to justify drinking that stuff!” she teased.“Yes, because it was the only way to tolerate the WOMEN!” I retorted.“You two seem to be in a better mood,” Kara said, snuggling even closer to me, her beautiful breast pressing on my chest.“The sauna always puts our husband in a good mood,” Jessica said. “And it’s helped my headache.”“This is his ‘Fortress of. ”“Okay, little girl, what am I thinking?”“You’re nervous about going back to the hotel with me.”“Well, yeah. Kinda.”“I know. I am, too.” She smiled a little, soft smile that she shared with me. “But I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think we’d be okay, right?”“Right,” I replied. “Still nervous, though...”“We’re both sensible people. I can ‘adult’ quite well, you know.”“I know. You’re level-headed.”“It’s that whole male-female thing, I know. We can do that right.”“I think so,” I said. My thoughts,. It was a dove gray suit, for lack of a better term. The skirt was a modest ¾ length, but came to well above the waist. The top was another of her small buttoned Victorian blouses, in a pale ivory. This one looked genuine, as in 120 years old, and made in England. If it was not antique, it was a very good copy. Over the top was a long sleeveless jacket, which likely could be worn as a cape and looked reversible. The top was the same dove gray, but the inside was a blood maroon. The flashes of.