Of course, there were no preferred seats, but the patrons didn't know that!Most of the real work on the wedding had been done by now, so I was able to...work with the family in rehearsing their parts. A friendly bartender recommended a piano player for me, so we were able to work with our entire ensemble in plenty of time to iron out the kinks. The piano player, Art Ziegler, had a rare talent for improvising, so he quickly came up with a sound background for our shooting, and he did an excellent. By the way, my driver looks a bit unusual as well, do try to not spaz out the way you did about Jones.”A limo exited the parking garage across the street and pulled up in front of them. The vehicle looked more like a European supercar someone stretched and made into a limousine. Trying to be a gentleman, Ren stepped forward to open the door for the woman, only to discover there was no handle. A moment later the car door shifted out slightly and rotated upwards revealing four seats, two on each. I remember the elderly couple sitting across the aisle who didn't knowquite what to make of me.But most of all I remember the words the guard spoke to me less than twominutes after we left Stockton."Ticket please, miss."That was when I was certain my journey was really underway. *York station was busy, even at half-past eleven on a Sunday morning.Everywhere I looked people were on the move, hurrying across thefootbridges or wheeling trolleys full of cases. Itwas always a fun time when they were around. She wondered whatit was going to be this time.It was only when her panties were being lowered over her hips anddown her legs that the fogged 22-year old began to dimly realizethat something might be wrong. Her happy childhood dream endedabruptly when she felt something long and narrow being pressedtentatively across her bare bottom."W-where am I?" she weakly groaned in confusion as she fought tounderstand. "Mommy, what's...what's.