" I said. She went silent. I felt like I crossed a line. After several minutes she looked at me and smiled. "Did you mean what you said?" she asked."Y...s, of course." I answered. "You can call me Sarah." she said.After an hour or so we pulled up to the Beach House. To her it was a beach house, to me it was as big as a castle. She told the driver to go someplace and wait for her call. He drove off. We walked up to the house and entered. She signaled me to keep quiet and she quickly went through. He leaned close brushing his lips gently against hers and decided to just go for it. ‘You’re my girl.’ He looked in her eyes and could see the mixture of emotions there. She was still smiling, so that was a good thing, but there was also amusement and a touch of hesitation. He lifted his eyebrow and narrowed his eyes at her. ‘Is that funny?’ ‘No, it’s sweet. In a cave-manish kind of way. I guess I’m alright with being your girl.’ ‘You guess it’s alright? Nice,’ he smirked and rolled his eyes.. This was the first time she’d said it before he did. His suit coat hid his erection, the first use that he’d ever noticed for that article of clothing.“I love you, too, but I don’t understand you.” He understood enough to suspect that the arousing kiss -- as arousing as anything they’d ever concealed in the grove of trees near her sorority house -- was less her expression of interest in him than her expression of independence from her family.“I didn’t know when you’d get back,” Dad said when. For the first time, Bill noticed that there were several people taking videos and pictures of the events. They even had to go through the whole ordeal of having their pictures taken. The reception followed and they all had a good time. Everyone watched as Olivia and Bill had their first dance as husband and wife. Many of the men insisted on dancing with Bill. Just as many women danced with him as well. Almost everyone commented on how small his waist was. Bill was unable to get off the dance.