This is just a way to share the wealth.”“How much is in here?”“$2500. All the siblings are getting the same. Don’t ask for a loan later on.�...�“Dude, you don’t have to do this. What are you going to do with the rest?”“As far as my plan, we’ll talk about that on the drive home. As long as you promise not to say anything to mom. Though I do have something else I need to talk to you about right now.”The conversation about my plan would be easy. This is the one that I was worried about. I had no clue. Another two weeks passed, a month before the wedding. Marcus carried me to the bathtub. I was too weak to walk. He gently placed me in the warm water and left. I heard Marcus and Doc chatting outside the bathroom. I couldn’t tell what they were saying. I closed my eyes, the taste of cum on my lips and smiled.Doc entered the bathroom, looking forlorn. He told me Marcus couldn’t film anymore. My eyes shot open, I did my best to hide my sadness. “Oh. I see. Well, alright,” I faked a. .. no... this is enough, thank you." No!" She laughed, "Hmmm... how about Marget?" NO!" I shouted."You like it? Good. That's your name for the day, big girl."I sighed and blew a hair out of my face."Fred" pulled up in her driveway and I grabbed my purse that was preloaded by yours truly. I walked out side, opened the passengers seat door and sat down."Well hello who are... AHHHHHH!!!" He screamed as he turned and looked at me."Not another fucking word." I restrained the massive urge to punch. Your outfit is too."I let out a deep sigh. We were already falling into a pattern that I'dhoped to avoid, not that I was doing anything to help avoid it."Can we just sit down and talk," I asked. He nodded, then pulled out mychair for me."That's not necessary," I said. "But... thank you." You're welcome," he said. He had this look of hopefulness in his eye,like every little thing he did was helping his chances of winning meback. It was so different from how he'd greeted me in the store the.