Then he did what he always does, He started asking questions about the fight, what I did, where I knew to hit and what I felt about him hurting MJ. We...talked and after it, dad just let it go as he always does. I told dad that Rip wouldn't have a leg to stand on because as soon as he reported it to the police, we'd have him charged with attempt rape. Dad just nodded and then said, “That's right that's what we'd do.” Helen came out and told dad that MJ was asleep and alright. I said my good. An eighteen-year-old girl! Can you believe it? Honest, it's true."Mom, I'm sorry, but Karen Gaudli is right: you are an angel and you are keeping your consort young." Then, with a big grin he asked, "Mom, promise to take care of Joan and me when we're old and gray?" The whole room cracked up with laughter.They were about to move to the cutting of the cake when Ali stood up. "Bill, since it's my wedding and all I have been getting is alternatively a ration of you-know-what, intermixed with. She had been ripped open from belly to brisket and the top of her itsy-bitsy, yellow polka-dot bikini lies sundered and spattered with blood and gore, baring two healthy-looking and shapely (albeit dead) breasts over the shattered splinters of what had been her sternum. Her heart is gone and, perhaps, most of her innards, and one of the responding lawmen thinks of grim puns about how a Filipina could lose her heart on Paradise Island. Shell beads, probably from a necklace or bracelet the victim. She welcomed us and said, “Would you like a lap dance or anything special this afternoon? The place is pretty dead, so Spike probably won’t want me back on stage for at least an hour.” I started to say, “No” but before I could Mistress Lisa said, “I would love to have a lap dance! Could we do it in a private room or do you have to stay out here?” I nearly got whiplash as I turned to ask what the hell she thought she was doing. Bad move because my head swirled as well rendering it nearly.