The Big City Star faction cried their eyes out that their champion Misaki had not won the prize, but were mostly mollified that Misaki was the Maid of...Honor, Pat was the Matron. Western style weddings are quite popular in Japan, and this huge ceremony wasn’t much different from any that we would have had back home. The vows and rings were exchanged and before at least a thousand cameras, Shinju legally became my wife. **************** There must have been a thousand photographers and TV. His friend explained that she couldn't decide about some outfits as she led him toward the fitting rooms. He winced internally - they'd not even really dated, it was a little early for the "does this make my butt look big?" conversations - but what the hell, he liked her, and he might as well pick up some nice-guy points.She was biting her lower lip slightly as they rounded the corner and arrived at the "waiting area" - one chair at the end of the short corridor, which fronted the fitting. Dirty bitch I thought. I had suggested using that chair a few times but she had never taken me up on the offer.A further step and I could see that the chest of drawers top draw was open. That was her sex toy draw and sure enough I could see them strewn on the floor. Either ready for use or maybe they had been used already. The lingerie draw below the toy draw was also open and a few garments d****d over the edge. I wondered what she had grabbed as I took the final steps into the roomThe sight. Olson told her about the Insurrection.It at first seemed like a race riot between three major factions. Blacks, Hispanics, and Whites. However this was a ruse on the part of the Elites to gain absolute power over the entire population. Units of the marines and army were sent in to quell these uprisings. They were no match for the big tanks rolling down all the streets of the major cities in America. There were napalm and flastic bombs dropped on these people. Flastics were a brand new weapon.