(“Knights always carry a lance at the ready, what do you think that stands for?”)The upshot was that we had some non-traditional vows. One very sp...cific vow I took in private, before Erin plus her like-minded bridal attendants and friends, was to NEVER insult my wife’s “glorious independent womanhood” by acting like a “white knight” on my own initiative. That meant I could never interfere physically in any way unless I saw that Erin was “physically resisting and was being overcome” or she. One day I got back to the boarding house, the fat fucker called out that I had mail. Mail? Why the hell would I get mail? I picked up the pink slip of paper, it had forwards all over it, a postal pickup notice for a certified letter. Who the hell would send me a certified letter? Probably the court, I thought, I ignored it, threw it in a drawer. I got another one a couple of days later. Just fuck! Curiousity killed the Cat, they say. I couldn’t stand it, walked over to the post office, just a. “My lady.” Mark held the intricately engraved copper door for his wife. He was a tall, slim man with short blond hair and a knowing smile. Whether on the case, or out on the town with Donna, Mark always wore a gray suit, bowtie, and fedora. He exuded a warm genteel nature that made holding a door for a lady second nature to the man.“My lord.” Donna nodded and smiled at her sweet husband. On this day, she wore a checkered sheath dress, with her red hair piled up in a bun. Her green eyes were. "Well, that's not his fault," Corrine said."It's not about fault," Hope explained. "It's about solutions. Come on, please. I promise. I've even got a present there for you." It's on the way, anyway," Shawna pointed out. "And it's not far. Even if you just pick up the present and go, it's not like you lose anything." Alright. Come on then," Corrine said, managing a smile, and the group turned off the riverside path and headed up the hill towards the flat."Quietly," Shawna hushed them as they.