It's something I've always dreamed about.When I was younger and you and dad would take us to weddings, I alwayswished I could be one of the flower gir...s wearing those pretty dresses.When we went to Aunt Heidi's wedding last year I sat there wishing anddreaming that someday I could be a beautiful bride like her, Dad walkingme down the aisle in a pretty white dress and veil to my awaitinghusband."Mom smiled. "So I'll take that as a yes then. It'll just be us girls.It'll be fun.Also I've been. We'll be taking off in about fifteen minutes."The woman - Miss "Smith", Catlin supposed - came back out of the plane and over to Catlin. She led her into the hanger and over to a rest room. "Better make a stop now. This plane isn't equipped with a bathroom." Catlin held up her cuffed hands, but the woman said, "I'm sure you can manage."She did let Catlin go in alone and went in herself afterwards while Catlin waited outside. Then she once more took her arm and led the bound girl up the stairs. "You stink. Kitchen?" Bumfelt pointed. "Hurry the hell up," Stone ordered, moving to the kitchen. "I'll make coffee." "Not for nothing," said Bumfelt. "But why?" "Because, Detective," the agent replied. "You're no fucking use to me drunk." Bumfelt showered. "The two Donnie Brascoes that were shot were mine," said Stone, sipping from her cup of coffee. Donnie Brascoes were deep cover agents named after a famous agent who infiltrated the New York mob. "What I want to know is what you were doing. Lost deep in thought she pulled on some matching thigh high stockings and attached a garter belt. Did she believe it was possible? That her son could really be controlling her mind? But how could he? How was such a thing possible? Surely it was nothing other than some weird joke that simply got out of hand? After all, he hadn’t mentioned it again had he? Everything else that had happened since then had been all her own doing hadn’t it? He hadn’t even been around half the time. She’d consciously.