Mom and Dad were renting a car, so technically there was no reason for her to meet us, but I guess it was nice for her to be so enthusiastic about see...ng us. I'd slept all the way there on the plane because there was nothing else to do and I wasn't going to be able to drive the rental car. It was just too disgusting to think of playing one of those little handheld electronic games. Somebody on the plane had one and the flight attendant finally went back to tell him that either he had to silence. It was a copy of 'Lost Tribe'. I handed it to the guard.The guard studied the paper intently. After a few minutes she spoke."Hmmm...I guess you really are a sex fantasy writer." She said, seemingly impressed, "Well, follow me."She handed me back the paper and I put it in my pocket. She then took me by the hand and led me across the bridge. We came to an entrance to the castle, which bore a striking resemblance to a certain part of the female anatomy. We walked through hand in hand into the. What was it that I knew? That I could not live without her. That I was in love with her. Hopelessly in love, though from her attitude to me, very hopeful.Now as I once said, it is becoming more and more common in this Britain of ours for people to live together for many years, have children together and sometimes never get married, but I wanted to say to the world that this woman was the one and only: I wanted to get married.After the intensity of the first weeks of the new year we had settled. Twixt visits I’d secretly do the substitution, look at it in the mirrors, then shower it out before Girl arrived home from work.My hands shook as I worked it in, then hard brushed it thru. We’d put in special lighting and it helped.One morning I’d spied her looking at her bottom with the same hourglass hand mirror as I held now. We’d found it at an area swap meet. “It’s antique, boy, let’s get it.”She was naked, white, and, gleaming. She angled it one way to the wall of mirrors in her bathroom..