That's all." I just couldn't talk toanyone about this.Rhonda was silent on her end of the call. She was gauging her next words.I knew her as well as...she knew me."Dan," she began. "You asked me to be your Best Man at your wedding. Ihave never felt so honored by a request in my life. And you know there isnothing I would not do for you. Or support you in. People get cold feetall of the time. That is normal. But I would be doing you a disserviceas your Best Man, and as your big sister, if. This is the room we were thinking of making our office. It’s big enough for two small desks.”Cathy looked around with a critical eye. It was a basically an empty room, except for a floor lamp. All of the walls had drywall installed, but they hadn’t been taped. She turned her back on the room. She just couldn’t see it as an office.She went into the second bedroom. This one was nearly complete. All of the wall board was up, the gaps had been taped, and the imperfections were sanded smooth. It. As well as that, I could still taste the jism that had been shot into my mouth. I had just experienced the most relentless fucking in my life, and this from the man who was about to marry my daughter, and his perverted best man.The wedding plans had started to become unraveled when my daughter decided to stay at her bridesmaid’s house on the night before the service, so that they could both get their hair and make up done by the bridesmaid's sister. Steve the groom and Tony the best man would. A small smile is playing over my lips, and you realise why when you feel a hand snaking up your left leg. She's not gone, she's been told to hide under the table. Her hand slides up and rubs you through your jeans, having trouble unzipping them due to your hardness. She grabs you and pulls you forward in your seat so you are slouching and you feel her warm breath on you. A waitress stops and delivers two drinks, unaware of the turmoil you are feeling, and you cant say a word to her. She.