What was I to do?After some time I realised I had to get help, which meant I would have totrust someone. I would also have to walk down the street in...my weddingdress. I decided that I would go and see Jane. She was a good friendand I think I could trust her with my secret.Minutes later a gorgeous blond girl in full wedding dress was walkingthrough the town centre towards an office at the end of the High Street. I was nervous and embarrassed. But also exhilarated. Some peoplestared. Some. Until now.He was in a long corridor, white and cool but with a clear sense of heat beyond its walls. The stonework was pierced, decorative. Bas-relief carvings line the walls, elaborate scenes featuring improbable sexual antics featured at every turn.At the far end of the corridor he saw two figures both dressed in Indian costume. One, the man, beckoned him. The other, the woman stood quietly beside him.From beside them another two figures emerged. To their left Dr Strange, looking just as. .. am I confusing you?" Um, not really. I guess I just wasn't expecting... you know... gosh!" Don't be coy. And don't tell me that you and Sara haven't 'you know'ed each other in the privacy of your own room." How did you... ?" she began. Then she laughed. If I hadn't known before, I did now. She looked at Neeka. "Hi there, Monique," she said in a sultry tone."Call me Neeka. Now kiss me." She did. I had to drag them inside before the neighbors called the cops."Lori?" I said, when the clinch. Oh god had to meet her in person now…this way driving me crazy it took another two weeks for her to pass her mobile no to me…finally the call. Her name was P (have to be discreet about it) we spoke for about an hour about each other and our families…she was scared to meet me she said because being the priest’s wife people recognized her around town. So it went on for a few weeks on the phone only. Finally they purchased another house in the neighborhood and moved there. This was a lucky move.